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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Time a Construct of Control We were always taught from very young, be sure to be ready & so on, never late never wrong, to consider time as our friend this blasé thinking hasn't stopped, It follows a man to the end The consideration agreed upon, time is money all roads lead from this, a notion, a construct to control us, Since time bagan, trouble began, We live in adversity, as if you didn't know this Surely then, we don't require control, if there is no Lie.. To illustrate please don't hesitate to wait until you die. Time is there in every demand, But when we look it's never found, Consider this, consider then, to dismiss their Pagan 'Cronos' - that still keeps man so bound, no, no, 'tis really just a concept for fear, Please remember that is all, agreed for now & used as construct, All fleeting moments then must appear, as simply laments & just 'too profound' Our existence reduced to Months Weeks Days Our bodies used as workers for arse end of elite Cabaal, But in this physical realm eternal Maze.. Eroded senses, made docile & invalid, as though blind deaf dumb forlorn, Awareness then you would think.. Could this occupy all our days? To be somewhere as in line in school & in uniform, Keep the herd busy & amused, the wayward & the fool Like water, hidden information everywhere, our minds abused, Tho not a single drop to drink, Time is NOT 'of the essence' Inane popular myth aside, Is this now making any sense? Perception is so necessary For humanity to decide, Opposing anything we may feel It is but a construct of control As the proverbial notion goes.. It's neither dimensional, linear nor real He that's wise & practiced says, for he that surely knows And know we must, if we are to learn how to see & how to write, our thought provoking senses & chain-reaction prose Time is a construct of their control, It does not melt, it does not bend, So when the days fold & merge A simple logic is not at all, that easy to defend We surely ought not concede, Athough we are an entirely clear, distinct & noble breed, by far, - compared to those. Free, serene beings are one, born trapped into a physical realm that takes its spiritual toll, Time is not what they present it is; no serene oasis, An illusion, consideration which we choose, Tho a mistakenly agreed upon confusing basis, No doubt, we will soon be able to view, this carefully managed ruse.. Time a construct of control Kurt H.B December 2020
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