The only time that is,
Is time well spent,
Where does it go when you need it?
Of the essence,
It’s running out,
Where will it be when you want it?
Rise in the east,
To set in the west,
Where can I look to find it?
A flick of the wrist,
Enough to spare,
Where will you be when you have it?
Life is short,
With heavy wrists,
It always knows where to find you.
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Oblivion
I always lose
my mental games,
somehow I can’t seem
to get the hang
of all the mental
games I play,
a girl to my heart
can’t find the way.
And are we headed
toward oblivion?
Well perhaps
already
we are there.
There is no
answer page
to flip to, to
insanity
I shall stare.
my mental games,
somehow I can’t seem
to get the hang
of all the mental
games I play,
a girl to my heart
can’t find the way.
And are we headed
toward oblivion?
Well perhaps
already
we are there.
There is no
answer page
to flip to, to
insanity
I shall stare.
Not for us to know
I'd love to share what I've beheld;
transcend the bounds of bliss.
But tread with haste and rue the day
you tasted heavens kiss.
A man gone blind from settings suns
can no more watch their glow.
Some beauty in this world of ours
is not for us to know.
transcend the bounds of bliss.
But tread with haste and rue the day
you tasted heavens kiss.
A man gone blind from settings suns
can no more watch their glow.
Some beauty in this world of ours
is not for us to know.
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