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Where Does The Time Go To

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{Where Does The Time Go To}

 

 

As I reflect back on my childhood and then as a teenager and now as a adult and time is fastly slipping away on that slippery slope and there's no way to slow it down 

 

 

And soon what has been waiting us will catch up with us in the end 

 

 

And death is calling out our names of course 

 

And I have so much to show for my life but ...

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Danse Macabre

Too much was lost in silence

too long the time that winds

between our words of love and passion

with communion only in our minds

 

Too much assumed in union

of our two souls' mute desires

but I did not see her inmost needs

or hear how quietly pain suspires

 

I should have peeped inside

while she nightly dreamed in peace

to glimpse her mind's apparel

as it dan...

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I'll get back to you

Five words can be all it takes to set your mind at ease for a while.

Great, I'm not forgotten you'll think.

I am of interest.

 

But time passes.

 

Time heals all wounds?

Time brings with it opportunity for worry.

Time is the enemy of the impatient.

Time feeds the anxious like oxygen feeds a flame, fuelling the panic until it burns so brightly it consumes everything in it...

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Death Is The Only Song

As the sun slowly slides
through a quickly capsizing sky
you laugh at me for taking photographs
for wanting to record this way of things
do you not feel that this is temporary
do you believe there won't be a different way

These are precious moments
these are precious moments
in our short lives

And with each day that ends 
I feel a larger ending
creeping closer
and with each dusk de...

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Ice

Angel to ghost 
I go 
alone 
the night cold 
heavy heart torn 
rain hails bones 
brutal ache my mistake 
always alone 
always alone 
trying trying 
to go back in time 
to a place in my mind 
paradise denied 
burning inside
blue ice fire 
cracks a pain so deep 
only sounds like these 
evoke awake demons 
buried brittle knees 
signal transmits 
a radio waves 
echo cellos past 
...

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Red

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My head is full of numbers, 
my heart is full of dread 
if I go from black to blue 
all the rhymes 
will come out new. 
Red bleeds to yellow 
and all the numbers are blue
the three comes in threes and
makes the nine incomplete and 
the moon tells the secrets 
I'm not meant to keep 
it's a message of the future 
and the past complete. 

A half yellow star sharp 
pierces my art.
The tr...

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Orangeblue

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Going to die if I can't write
the moon is falling falling 
out the sky time is blind 
the night flies by, 
wind screams sin, 
a howling white oblivion 

time time time 
ticks ticks ticks 
tick tock 
tick tock
dust to rock to dust 
drops 
partial particles 
squared and triangled
falling fearless 
into the blue 
I follow the rainbow 

rabbit skips 
the echo drips 
upside down 
the ...

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Thud

Time is infinite now
music carries the essence 
of a soul like an echo inside
repeating rhythmically 
drumming through history 
thud thud thud comes the love 
blue red is my blood
blue was the colour 
I caught from above

like a train in my brain 
acid rain stains colour 
reclaims the lights flash 
either side a fairground ride 
alive inside my mind 
feels always like 
I'm crashing i...

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Time

Not on my side.  Biding.

Race against.  Relations

With time are contrary.

I’d have plenty, do what

 

I’d like; disappointed,

I must use time wisely,

Lest I run out.  Demands

On mine mean diaries

 

Show choc-a-block days, no

Time for self amidst my

Commitments.  Spacing out

Appointments, setting time

 

Aside to use as my

Own, I run short.  Only

So ...

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Passing

Time stretched as she faded;

Lengthened, folded in on time

Extended, never ended.

 

Eternity must have seemed

An earthly hell

Peopled intermittently by friends:

A nightmare dream of pain and daemons

 

What superhuman will

Kept her through those summer months

What need, desire or wish

Held death's sad end at bay?

 

In the end, fading faded

Light left, sy...

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Looking Back

Present — past

Past — gone

Looking back and remembering the yesterdays

Is wrong.

*

Where is NOW?

Where is it?

Living in the THEN…

No, that’s not NOW, not it!

*

The ghost of yesterday

Is in mind

But looking back

Is the NOW you’ll never find.

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When life is but a dream

There exists a time
between sleeping and wake
when only the night owls stir
the street lights flicker to candle light
& nothing but absent thoughts whir.

Reality becomes but a stencil
as the dreamers direct their scape
the black bats cry a warning sound
2 minutes ‘til the curtain calls fate.

As all the possibles become truths -
between broken sparks that are woven together
lost begi...

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Beyond

I find that I must live in a world

Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,

And between many a dawn and its dusk,

The only reality lies in love.

 

To be in love in that first dawn

And in the dusk, was to feel the sun

Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,

Reality lay only in the other.

And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing

but dawns and dusk and ...

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Waiting

I was waiting 
for the rain to stop 
for the sun to shine 
in the rising moon 
for a sign 
for the light
to set fire 
to the rhyme 
inside my mind 
so I can forget myself
and fall out of time.


©JMCole 

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Time

Time heals

tends to peel away the pain

calms your brain

stops you from going insane

takes the rain and turns it into sunshine.

 

If you give it time your world will grow

beautiful flowers

provide long hours

of joy.

 

By Lynn Hahn

 

 

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On my way

Excuse me sir, how long

till Central Station?

Thirtyfiveminutes.

Thirty. Five. Minutes. 

Thirty five. Another hour

Or day springs open abyss

Before me, that is, before us

Before I can rest my hand on your shoulder

Causally

And pretend not to expect you there

Or you me.

These minutes are unlike any other

Minute I’ve known on earth

They are viscous, solid,

T...

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Time

I want my little girl back

Back from the woes and worries she holds

Back to the days of freedom and fun

When we could wake carefree and calm and cuddling

Time will get us there, but it will take time

But time we have and time we've had

Deep memories of times to cherish and nourish

Forward looking of times to come

When our lives will have peace and the world can stop churnin...

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healthlovepeacetime

Homeland

Far away.

Beyond Hills.  Plains.  Mountain's peaks.

Across far horizons.

Way far.

Is where I'm from.

My origin.

Distant.  In time and space.

Unreachable solace-source.

Safety-craving yearns memory.

Evokes distance.

Inspires trance-thought flashback.

My homeland.

Filled with heart-sing reminiscence-provoking sights, sounds - the scent of security.

Sun-shining ...

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Closet Space

I am at my best 
when I have nothing left 
for there is nothing to lose. 
Fear is a coffin, 
can bury you alive. 
Never be afraid to die 
for after life comes the light 
and all inside fly.

Life is a journey, 
a fucked up maze,
dark dark days 
much penance to pay, 
happy is in the chase. 
Opulence will end you 
but death will set you free. 
A pure heart does flutter
to the green ...

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A memory

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Did you feel that stretch?

when time went soft,

expanding over us

 

How odd we should be here,

again

So different

yet the same

 

But you didn't feel that stretch,

when reality got bent in...

the bulging supple arc

connecting two spaces

across ages

 

So time hardened again

and the world washed over,

 

                swallowing me

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Creation's Quantum

Time took the whole.

What I thought was mine.

Swallowed up.

We share this moment with all creation.

One quantum between all of us.

Creation's quantum.

I believed experience to be whole.

I have only fragments.

And those are, at best, images and feelings.

Time eats us.

Swallows us whole.

And when all's said and done.

We leave with nothing.

Save knowing that we'...

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On paths

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On paths we cross,
threads connecting
in place 

 

Our alignments tangle
in a web
of time 

 

Flashes trapped
as water drops 
on glass

 

When day closes,
our vapour trails
I trace

 

Those moments in place,
roll like ripples 
on a lake

 

Those places in time,
held like snow globes 
in my mind

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After A Break Up

After a breakup, pain may linger with you a while, 

but one morning you will wake once more with a smile,

Until that time comes write notes to throw away,

notes that hold your pain, to leave you free one day,

 

There's no clock with the means to predict the date,

don't let heartbreak turn love over to the icy grip of hate,

for positive feelings are those we all seek in our liv...

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WHO'S IN CONTROL

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Such a rush

don't be late

Think they'll wait?

Nay...

Start on time

is their rhyme

The world tries to be

on schedule

Till Mother Nature

steps in

and does her thing

with

Storms

Floods

Tornados

and such

Not much

Man can do with that

So who's in control?

We may think we are

but 

We're not...

 

By Lynn Hahn

 

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A Book of Hours

 

This poem came to me after a visit to London, where I was thunderstruck by the  scale and beauty of the restored Reading Room at the British Museum. I was also wrestling with Existentialism at the time.

 

 

A Book of Hours

 

There was Time when its Arrow

flowed like a ticking clock

 

as it carved the future from the past

like a blind sculptor in one dimension

 

...

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