The time had come and had gone.
-the here and the now was in present form and adequate but the future was deteriorating times’ presence in the now.
Tomorrow morning you said goodbye,
and it was just a dream, and you told me to save my prayers for later
The air was cool and crisp the wind bit at my skin and remembering your teeth
your presence was needed- draw my blood and mark me with your teeth
you don’t understand my words
we called it paradise, and all my prayers were answered-
when the channels were changed the screen didn’t change it said the same thing-
you felt the same and you didn’t let it show
feeling you like you should
you should be with us,
feeling like we do, but never will again.
time has a way of making me late-
time always invited himself even when his presence wasn’t called upon,
traveling to get away from time, had made me a lonely person- apart from all the other people
my acquaintances had helped me find wisdom by lending their knowledge to my benefits
time was passing me by watching me day by day- going by, it all changed everything-
today was my first day as a comedian, it was like the first day honesty’s form became known
the time wasn’t taken but it gave the mind something to think about-
A long time ago my childhood was taken away from me by myself
it wasn’t until they took you away that we met again under the same sky with different faces
my tiny words and meaningless feelings said nothing and kept themselves cool and distant
time was tearing apart who it was that wasn’t me and who it was that it could be
all my words became useless to myself and everything started again
racing towards the end didn’t help the distance, it still covered the same ground.
So we held hands for the first time, as teenagers after their times’, and far from one another.
A long time ago, things were funny in the beginning and now in the end, its funny how things will start-
The water’s so cold!
But let’s not worry!
It’s too late now.
It will always be too late. Fortunately!
time, was leaving me behind-
What else could happen,
we hadn’t seen it all- hadn’t seen the truth and it was a ways off.
Now and then, the beginning can be reminisced upon and when you don’t know is one thing but then again in the end it means something too.
It was real to feel the first rush, it’s never enough later on and then even later
it all becomes harder to see the glow around people and my light isn’t dark it just isn’t bright.
In the night the lights shine brighter and the real thing is to be submerged in darkness because during the day is not where it all comes from. The dark- Matter of facts depend, it is a bit amazing even a bit peculiar to think any answers that anyone prepossess is accurate.
time, Deconstruction- told me, let objects go, reserving beliefs for their doubts.
Thinking of beginnings and how beautiful things start
It dawned on me- how ugly, would this end.
Leaning toward getting some more, brought the reoccurring thought of the end- of death, and how the void was engulfing me wrapping itself around my essence. It was far too late, at any point now it will definitely be consuming, it will be the void that consumes, with its lack of essence- and the mystery can only be cured- once again into the fire, with arms wide opened my embrace held me, comfort warm, and self gratifying.
Looking into the nothing it was a long time, since the darkness crept out of its self and showed me the reflection of my face. It was a hallucination that brought me to know that it was my own self that had agreed to play games with my perception- the darkness is me and the void looks back and smiles because knowing was half understanding.
So long agony and despair with just myself- with my illusions my hallucinations must occur.
ten more hours just six hours to my thoughts
the destination seems grandiose but delusions are selfish
destination of teaching thought
maybe those weren’t the right words, maybe this isn’t the right time, no
it was what was said, it is what was thought, it was and remains-
is it too much to ask…
to admit that our after thoughts are condemning,
judging curiously, at the past in the present-
in the moment is life,
and all the duality of the seconds’ that pass
Letter of Unloved ,
money was a problem with the lover
all the time invested had become his payment
be patient,when there’s no time left and no time at all
take your time,
-it’s just that there’s not a lot of time to spend
be on time, be clean, be more and a little less of the who you were a time ago
be nice, be friendly
money, if only money had , some more time
my thoughts can escape me and my time can escape them
what is time-
my money was all put together to remember, my time
OK- going insane and time has always tried to push my self over the edge,
all that’s needed is a reason and two or three thoughts and the right currency to buy my time.
wanting to be chosen was a matter of freewill
to be chosen is to be touched by nature,
sunsets are nothing without being seen
retract and go back and remember
super amazing, take a picture- time is where you live
in the stream of reality the grave is just ahead
pointing in no direction is free-
will is determined by circumstances and we went on a trip once
my freewill came and left and now it’s mellow and the lights are out,
listening to myself the meditation comes and then goes
the words the thoughts are all programed
and the microphone is amplifying all my fears
turn off the lights let me be of before and of later,
how long has it been
since a long time ago
There is a time when you don’t know what it is.
It’s all the times-
when caring for too many,
has destroyed you and left you alone.
There’s a time when your mistakes are just mistakes.
Even when we never want to die, death has come to us in many ways.
Love is, a rather unusual feeling, to express in a time when you haven’t a clue what it is.
It’s the first time… your kiss- tells the story for a memory’s lifetime never to be compared to the last-
as if, our hearts are sometimes big enough to over love.
Youth is the only criminal in breaking hearts,
because of all sins-
making someone heartbroken is a burden to carry.
Ring it up- on the phone with you
can’t act different
your sometimes foolish,
are you not,
when assumptions are made and
as if there’s no use
re view being made, your
and always failing, so-
act, a fool
On the move,
going way to fast to even stop
nothing’s bad until- you hurt someone,
taking away, is not just-
prevention is just,
save me I’m going fast,
the decision was made,
from time to time
you are young
until you are older
you will be the same person-
through the consequences of actions
we act- to take, and react.
Trying to stay focused
your lost in thought
of whats next,
hesitating has no place with action
speeding down the road
test the strength of the limits-
decisions approach faster.
between road blocks-
having thought of the unnecessary will help-
with improbable scenarios manifesting themselves-
out of imaginable sacrifices of thought.
So I’ll tell you about the way it all happened.
I thought about it too much- the seconds, in between my time,
I thought about all the possibilities that could happen.
Hello how are you,
when can we meet-up
we should have something to eat
when we finish, you want to grab a bit to eat
just say it
in my head when,
your in my car the impossible will have happened
the time has come
where your not even here
and its OK.
Where am I going
I’m alone again? but I’m looking at everyone,
it feels good getting to know your self
can you stay for dinner I’m cooking
desert is on me
we can drink I can do-it
just be the gentle-
the feminine the unassuming
and the masculine improvisation, heroically-
winning only my thoughts
my life matters only to me
I’m all alone and beloved me-
its easy to get lost
if you know how