by Thought Provoken on January 25, 2010
time is unforgiving…
she takes unrelentlessly.
she never gives back.
we can only hope she
pays it forward.
our misguided attempts to manipulate her–
to extend the happiest times…
to cut off the saddest–
are met with failure.
our only hope
for outwitting time;
Our only prayer
for eluding the hands of time
is
our fleeting memory.
we take pride in the victories of our memories.
we try hard to remember.
we gladly trade the reality of the present…
to live in the past.
we hope our memory captures the
warmest,
most happy,
most satisfying,
moments in time.
still time can be an insidious vindictive enemy;
she can be so ravenous a thief;
with such insatiable hunger that eventually even our memory
fails us.
days pass,
months fade,
years go by.
and no matter how hard we try
we cannot
save her.
she is impatient..
she waits for no one.
she is up…she will run out…
for time can fly.
you will never have her: time.
strangely…
if you take advantage of her…
she will be on your side.
waste her &
she will pass you by.
so take your time.
…till next time…
or
time for time out…
or
its about that time…
or
the end.
by Thought Provoken on January 22, 2010
There’s something about…
She’s beautiful.
I tell her.
Light her fire.
Propel her.
Set sail her…
I Inhale her
Emerald dreams.
I Exhale her
smokescreens.
She’s enchanting…
Eyes glaze
as I gaze
in her gaze
for days.
With dream eyes.
I’ve never seen eyes
like her green eyes.
And I go with her.
I rarely know
where she’s going
but I float with her.
Wherever the wind blows…
She’s seductive…
On warm evenings,
instead of sleeping…
I find myself peeping
through jaded holes
to her soul.
…through holes in time.
And I’m whole in mine.
Since the first time I laid eyes
on her jade eyes,
I’ve let her
warm my dreams
in green feathers.
She’s mesmerizing…
And at night,
We take flight
to fair weather…
On olive wings…
To greener pastures…
She and I…
Set sights on the sky…
Fly,
Glide…
To heights so high,
that even time
seems to fly.
…And minutes
Grow to hours…
And gravity
has lost its power…
To ground…
Everything lost
is found…
We dream to where needs are heeded…
and wants are flaunted.
Where snoring is boring,
so we spend hours
Soaring…
undaunted…
And dreams never die…
At Cloud 9,
we say goodbye
to goodbyes
and endings…
She’s enthralling…
We never makeup
for breakups.
When we dream
we don’t wakeup…
Or wind-down.
Just take-offs…
We wind up
flying ’round…
then lying down…
She’s smoldering…
Cloud ten
we begin
our ascent
to a dimension
where dreams
don’t defer.
With no intention
to return…
phil clinton
