Time marches on mercilessly,
cliché but true;
how stupid we humans are,
to subscribe,
to all the worst aspects therein.
(To be continued…)
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It’s not so much time, as we feel it (relentless!),
that’s our enemy; rather it’s our expectations,
inbred imperatives, for “making the most of time”.
… Time is a measurement …
We are taught to value comparison and competition,
where there need be none.
… We exist in the midst of natural processes.
(To be continued…)
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I’d willingly do “everything”,
if only there was time,
and lack of negative consequences.
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So I fall behind “normality”.
It’s OK, I’ll crawl back,
a modicum of mediocrity
is all I need to muster
(if I can stomach it).
(To be continued…)
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People demand the job be done ASAP,
time is money, they say,
but sometimes, the time just isn’t right,
and some things shouldn’t be rushed,
regardless.
… Take a lesson from yesterday,
unless you want tomorrow’s garbage today.
(To be continued…)
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Time marches on,
relentlessly, mercilessly, mockingly.
Time evaporates,
desecrates, eviscerates, obliterates.
Hope, gone.
Resistance, futile.
Tomorrow, die, or do it all again.
(To be continued…)
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She asked if I still played cards.
Alas, not since Red Berlin turned Brown, I replied.
So much, then and since, lost meaning.
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*I*, am struggling with today.
*They*, are talking about tomorrow, excited and relishing prospects.
I want to forget anything beyond the past.
(To be continued…)
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Hopefully, by the time you read this
it is no longer contemporaneous;
the feeling, I pray, has passed,
and despairing misery
has become differently.
(To be continued…)
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It is said: God’s timing is perfect.
Alas, this world and its people are not …
They aspire to contrive, exploit, deprive
each other,
every waking (and sleeping) moment.
(To be continued…)
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Man-child acts like a teenager, he explains,
because he didn’t get to be one when he was one.
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Life on Earth,
misplaced time,
and everlasting brief.
(To be continued…)
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Temporality passes,
by definition they imply,
but this denies the pain
that seems everlasting.
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This “thing” passes?
Maybe, but as far as I remember,
it’s all I’ve ever known.
(To be continued…)
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