Time

These are a random assortment of poems about time, and where we stand in its kingdom. It’s also my first post. Here’s to self-expression in the myriad of human ways. Here I shout, laugh, ponder, and share.

Here I am me.

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Soar

Remember that the world isn’t rooting for you the way you are for yourself.

Remember that even though your cup overflows with your love for others, they may not desire it.

Remember to, before you pinpoint all that is beautiful about someone else, chant all that is unique about you.

Remember a song never sung is only a forgotten whisper, and a name never said is a collection of words.

Remember that poetry is the song of your soul.

Own your name, sing your song; share your poetry.

Remember to stand for your own self, when everyone else is tired of being your courage.

Remember that those you remember, remembered themselves.

Remember to live, is not to love others, its to share your own love with the world.

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Take-off

I stand on the precipice of

All that I am,

Gazing into the hazy form

Of all that I could be

A cloud floats by in its fluff

Rocking the sun

Blinding us of its light

It lingers for a half-second eternity

And I am comfortable

Yet

When the curtain slowly departs

It leaves behind a pure essence

Too much to bear

Nourishing  every blade of grass

I see what I saw

And this time is fresh

Fading away the many before

Seamlessly the replacement

I smile in comprehension

Ah

This is what greatness could be.

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DREAM

I

With soft lidded eyes

Pause.

Tears trickle but don’t fall

And

You

Clasp the eau of yesterday

Breathe.

Inhale, exhale-repeat

We

Hand held in heart

Eye

A coalescion of incandescent parts

Fusion. Future.

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T i m e

A  difficult thing to articulate-

All those hopes and fears for a tomorrow

A day, an hour, a moment that dissipates

Its wishful thinking, to think

That we are masters of time

When time holds us by our hair

The Pendulum swings and swings–

What will another day bring?

A twinkle in time is not forever

Wink, and its gone, it seems

Clutch onto this rope that will sever

Regret is not what we think

A pool of bad decisions

That youth and blase produce

Choices are the chains of memory

Reject, repel, goodbye-Serenity

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