a bud is 'tic'
(a second) on
'natures clock'
len
opposite my upstairs relaxation chair
window-corner be a pendulum clock
...above a low shelf-cabinet
and below a black and white
buddhist meditation image...
the pendulum keeps swinging
but the reading doesn't change
...reflecting that a time reality
be as our heart keeps ticking
and we sew mental concepts...
that can be set to one side
because time be of constants
that transcend and dent all
changes in our exist-tense
stan sand
time's sub-tracks tie-me
to a now
that's as some...
pre-sent present pressing
to pass-age in
a timeless aware-nest
stans sand
Time could have the answer to all questions
So everytime you fail don't be disheartened
Shy away your fears and cure your lesions
It is time that tells the moment for redemption
Time is a treasure, plentiful but scarce
But many people fail to realize
There is too much time spent for wasting
Yet they treasure every moment when cramming
April 14, 2023
(...t...i...m...e...) bubbles...
i met me time-tie
...item-tie...
time-item me
stan sand
Now I will tell you a story.
Some of it might even be true.
But that is for you to decide.
Once I took a trip around the world.
In a hot air balloon.
For sure I went past the point of no return.
As I left my footprints in the sand.
And swung on ropes tied to the moon.
Swam with the dolphins in the deepest of seas.
I became fast friends with a few mermaids.
They were the sirens of the seven seas.
You might not believe the things I did see.
But I assure you, all this is true.
I watched a volcano erupt right before my eyes.
I rode a bucking bronco all the way until the end.
Went back to school and found myself a degree.
A social science degree. I really really did find it.
I found it on the floor right in front of me
For if there is anything true about me,
I love to be on the social scene.
September 5, 2015, 9pm
I can’t be the best in this field
But this isn’t the game of stardom
This is the first step of excursion
Now I’m going beyond the borders
Pain is not a struggle nor weakness
This is the way of knowing oneself
It may not be now nor tomorrow
But I’ll be better than today
The start may be the hardest
But the end is a new beginning
A challenge to be stronger
A conquest that we want to linger
This is the flight of discovery
A new treasure is found in me
I can see how this journey will end
Know I’ll be better than today
There is a beautiful world
Couped up in my head.
I'd love to share it with you,
but I keep it bottled up instead.
There are so many things
I'd like to do and to say,
but like every other time
I say "some other day."
I need to live in the moment,
live in the here and now.
The only problem I foresee,
is that I simply don't know how.
I can never pull that trigger,
I never do what's good for me.
I always play it safe and say,
"I better just let it be."
I believe my time will come.
I will get the chance to go.
Away from here away from you,
my long time enemy and foe.
I can't let you hold me back,
it is time to set myself free.
You think you have the power,
you're wrong just wait and see.
For so long I have battled
Between what is good and bad.
You've always made me think
the only emotion I feel is sad.
Well tonight things are different,
I'm ready to set myself free.
My demons can have a seat
I am ready to show the world me.
i guess we are fantasies of the mind...
another place another time ...
embraced, in kind but set in place,
where hearts and love is kind...
solace,
fantastic connection of the mind...
embraced ...
where we are joined time all time
n space.....xox
Don
I keep being asked why I'm returning
It's the love and memory's I've felt
The culture I feel I belong
Southern hospitality that reaches the heart
I've had many friends
and memories I'll never forget
It's time to make new ones
on this return
The hope I have
as little as it is
The joy I once felt
to experience again
It's my chance to start over
all the people are the same
I'm sure of that
I'm not worried at all
I think what I fear most
is going and never wanting to leave
I don't want to feel torn between worlds
as I once was
I would live every day to be somewhere else
Now I have different goals
I don't want to tear them down
but join the two
This is the chance to see
where I can start my future
Start my family
and everything falling right into place
It's time for me to pack my bags
Fly to my destination
Put a smile on my face
Breathe, and embrace the experience
the bloody Y
their time on earth it was complete,
a gruesome death perchance did meet,
books now balanced, of 'sow n reap',
come up a level Alice.
for your receipt,
of malice,
next time a better life to keep,
perhaps you earned a palace?
re: Russell Sivey,
'Murder in the Fog'
Don Johnson
some come with motion
from over the ocean
and from the worlds
young boys and girls
they dance prance
and sing do many thing
that music world bring
from many racist
TODAYS MUSIC NEWFACES
I had to wait in a line for a urinal one day.
This was during a home game in May.
In front of me was an example of a pipsqueak.
This little guy looked very worthless and weak.
What he did would seem very peculiar.
He voided enough urine to fill Lake Superior.
Standing behind this runt was no fun.
I wondered when this guy’s urinating would be done.
its big its wide
its city bright lights
on this night
its where to be
WHERE THE LIGHT UP
THE TREE
Soap bubbles float through mid-school breeze
that crack our giggles, to the playful night,
we dab the sheen film on oak trees
or glue bobbed orbs on crushes’ kites
And vapor-like, our summers warmly wrap
the peek-a-boos squeaking tag games
on moonlit field where foams eavesdrop;
inviting tricks without a shame
Long days collect more popping sprees
as sticky piles knot in our hair
like wiggles on tanned sun, how free
to mess around till burnt cheeks tear
The madness of young summer brings
under red stars, I feel her bubbles sing.
Contest: SKat-Oz's Summer Poems
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