Tag Archives: time

February 15th

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There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Being tossed violently about without a care

Until another sunset passes to perpetuate the cycle

 

The journey: never satisfying a linear destination

The soul: equal to the sums of time

 

We process such thoughts seeking out balance

So that mind and reason fit together as a puzzle might

Because believing that we are one as substantially stable

Makes us feel better from the turmoil in growth of mind

 

The journey: never simply a task in sequence

The soul: equal to the observance’s progression

 

There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Today marks the moment that proves we exist

To solidify our memories by tomorrow

 

I am grateful for today ❤

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Soaking Senses

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There’s always a slowing down of time when the Universe plays its hand
Vision blurs into a drunken lapse of connection
As the last seconds of every whispering thought
float in and out
From those who pass by; gnat-like noises to buzz into the mind
Their penetrating musings muffled by the compilation of instruments composing stereo emotions and feelings
In my left ear and my right ear jointly, and separately, as I
investigate the audio stimulation (versus the intruding glances that I turn my eyes against)

Chance hollers out, seemingly always unexpected, and
Awareness is interrupted by my flustered responses;
heart racing to catch up to the unpredictability of the moment,
pupils enlarge as I squint from the commitment of answering the nagging mouth of a limitless curiosity
I’ve never retained an imagination capable of ignoring even the most unwelcomed sides of all of the angles of questioning,
for too long

Now, focusing in on the details of the shape
A picture that’s ironically freeze-framed into my view
There are no “Hi, how are you?” or, “My name is…” awkward dronings
There is only the inconsistency of time when two consciousnesses collide into one
A few seconds of riding the tidal wave to shore within the ocean of reality
Soaking senses with the intensity of the change in the air
and how it feels

Everything stops and
we stare

Calling for the willpower of concentration, while maintaining gratitude for the fortune of this gift of an intangible absurdity
Meanwhile,
Memorizing the particulars to mentally store the answers to the questions not quite thought up yet
The discovery of another or, at least something like it
Until time speeds up with the blinding state of determination
Its eyes glazed over as it greedily attempts to account for its precious lost minutes

Such a finger of fate trying to erase any trace of remembrance of the two people who stepped outside of time;
confused into accepting the responsibility of understanding that we’re not alone…

…even if we become lost and forgotten after the weight of acknowledgement disappears into the normalcy of the continuation into the
seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years

I am grateful for the good times ❤

There Is No End

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Walking down the hallway of doors
The outline’s path bordered with wooden dividers of space;
humbled by the careless mark of a
crookedly nailed number or letter
The cheap light fixtures flicker above head, on and off, as I continue stepping forward
The timing reaction of the immediate connections of light, foot, and awareness

There are locked doors with hardened handles, rusted from the abuse of occupation
There are doors that tell the truth, burdened by the weight of the knowledge of joy and pain
There are some doors that ignite the favorable possibilities of a mind’s endless amount of available realities
While other doors sit in waiting, offering a pleasant shelter to get lost in;
revolving around and around in a solitary state of repetitiveness

I open them all, claiming even the locked obstructions
Forcing my way behind the doors into the unknown;
Floating and dipping feet into the depths of a fluffy cloud against the blue sky,
Holding breath underwater, until there is no other sound than my heartbeat in ears,
Flying through space and time as the wished fortune of a shooting star disappearing into the black of the night,
Sprouting petals of color while washing the wind in a fragrance of Spring and of Summer,
Suspended paralyzed in emptiness, like the night terrors and dreams of dead thoughts and emotions of nothingness

There is no end

I am grateful for one more year ❤

Scalp — Toenails

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The circuit board highways

Traveling in and out of the

pores on

top of scalp,

Dissecting time through body

in a confusing arrangement of

directional pale yellow street-lamps,

Down to the tips of any of the

various toenails

These lines narrating the interstates

paved out by fate

Destiny as it’s seen from the

focuses of those meant

to see, to ponder

to create

 

I am grateful for new music and sunshine! ❤

Enjoying “Sunbears!” You Will Live Forever

Shortest Outcomes Written

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Penetrating weapons of investigation; a kind of manipulative exploration

where random thought passes to prove someone’s punch line

The shifting subtle glances stirring up unexpected responses of curiosity;

what does that say about who we understand to be?

The wayward thoughts causing disruptive questions; thinking

Practicing those moments of clarity without surrendering to

defeat in minute flashes of distractions

Announcing victory in even the

shortest outcomes written.

I am grateful for dreaming. ❤

Intensity

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Drip drop the water falls
Echoing, bouncing, floating in mixed patterns within the bathroom walls
The faucet off and running, as a constant reminder of the time that is ticking
An audible reference of the faces I’ve been running, away
From what we miss within ourselves
And to find it once more
Devilish smiles seduce, suggesting more that’s left to come
The worst part of it all, the ones fallen are the hardest to trust
No matter how many hours of lives we meet, intensity always finds some sort of meaning, new discoveries, commonalities
But then, I always get carried away;
The beat is always so loud when we’re close.

I am grateful for road trips, especially after everything is packed and ready to go. ❤

Boundaries

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How many steps ahead is the subconscious intellect?
The telescopic third-eye,
Blinking into an open window of time
Where everything means nothing,
Of what we see;
Of what we seek and believe.
A hazy glow, encircles the picture playing in front of me:
Of a child chasing a remote-control car,
Of the cardinal that sits at my window,
The little girl that mourns over the dead bird;
What is it, that we dream?
To exist within the conformities of time, and place,
To understand what it means that nothing has boundaries;
And to be a slave to them all.

I am grateful for the unconditional love shown by my favorite animal companions. ❤