tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-
clock. It taunts
seductively showing off its ornate
hands
in a circular dance
reminiscent of a gypsy life,
never stopping, never settling down
micromanage
sun up to sun down, each and every
second
these hands can't keep up
can't slow down those damn mechanical hands
no matter how hard I try nor what method I use
I've found a deaf ear, a blind eye to
my efforts, pleadings, beggings -
for more and more and more time
to slow down,
merely a fraction here,
speed up there
accomodate my silly mortal life
as if I, a silly mortal,
mattered at all in the hourglass of sand that makes up our existence.
Tag Archives: life
Life’s Ride
Take the last train And catch me by bullet plane The wind whispers, "tonight, tonight, tonight" My suitcase full of Instances of your love My heart lulls, "make it right." That flaunty spring breeze Plays peek-a-boo with the trees My forehead cold against the glass How it separates us still Distance holds us against our will Time crawls on so slowly past. We weather our showers Our struggles for power Seeking more, yet time for less Divine Inspiration No time for anticipation The soul just one big mess. So take the last train And meet me unrestrained Open and real and free We'll ride on through dawn Eternity and beyond Together - just you and me Together - on this amazing and wild journey.
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Tidal
What wave next will break?
A gentle lap upon my shore
Or tidal threat
Cloud covers the sky light
Hiding from my view
Everything at stake
Deserving more
Undoing the binds of when we met
That fateful night
If I only knew
What waves mistakes can make
Love lost, ignored
My cheeks, with tears, now wet
Sand, salt, and sea – foresight
Interludes so few
What remains, in our wake
Feathers, from wings we once soared
Our paths set.
What is right
Destiny overdue
My cue, I take.
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Slippery Fish
Time is a slippery fish
Wiggling so hard after being caught
For a few moments lying still
Allowing the fleeting pleasure of an all too brief reprieve
Before thrashing wildly again.
Eventually we let go into the flow of time
Impossible to muster the strength to break free
Time becomes the master of us all.
