Hours of Minutes
Hours of Minutes
Hours of minutes rush by
as my focus turns time
into a bullet shooting the mind
holding onto what I can clutching
the unknown till
I have only myself and what I am unsure of.
I try to figure out the reason of life but life dosent answer.
The silence is loud enough for questions to be understood by those who
ask if you heard anything.
The echo of straight travel is independent
keeping its sound one solo gleaming adventure at a time
assuring that you get one chance in history.
My options are limitless as hours of minutes clock
I can talk if you’ll listen my thoughts spill like paint brightening your day filling
your path with the spectrum of radiant hope I emit, now
appreciating the finer things in life.
Trust is built
then destroyed
upon wreckless impact
breaking solid gold relationships like needles injecting sin like traits upon its
victims….revenge is born as hours of minutes bleed
I live to see the day when change is physical,
and I am the product of new order governed by either man…will destroy its self mad from
disease and money….or nature….
will hatch its own shell and feel the energy that she has so graciously
coated us with over the years,
soak into her essence.
Let life be reborn as hours of minutes evolve.
I listen to the stars from the underground where I yell at the panic of man to calm this
blade of chaos cutting killing those who are armed with natures weapons cuffed from the
ability to use them wisely.
Hours of minutes lock my thoughts into a stream of insanity travelling to radical change
from knowledge of the questions once asked
now answered
fills my mind with the extasy of peace and passion to progress
go to bed universal child as hours of minutes sleep.
The stigma that we have selfishly gifted history and our mothers with
will burn our accomplishments for the good is easily overlooked
where the harsh actions are radiant.
sky night miracle bright man made destruction coats holy like beams of natural light
which at once we gripped as our sword of triumph to defeat the wicked ways of the
unknown.
As hours of minutes pass we find ourselves.
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