The system reports temporal governance has improved
stability is now assumed
territory has been optimized
boundaries no longer require revision
decisions move through approved channels
desire is no longer a variable
people comply within expected ranges
habits were adjusted quietly
uncertainty reduced until it disappeared
time was reorganized
not divided, only arranged
even weather responds within acceptable deviation
wind behaves correctly
silence is logged as normal output
no interruptions recorded
a system check runs
nothing unusual detected
another check follows
still nothing
the system repeats the check
because repetition confirms stability
no further variables remain
only checking continues
status remains stable
there is nothing left to correct
and still the system continues monitoring
because monitoring has no end condition
the emperor is not recorded as collapsed
collapse is not a valid category!
KRONOS KAIROS
I am old
I am new,
I am elderly
I am young
I am from all times
of chronology... I was
when I use chronos...
But, being a child,
I want to remain being one
even mature, knowing...
I am old in convenience
being young in thought...
when Kairos takes me
divine consciousness,
timelessly, essence...
I live the times... all good!
"Never better ages"
I am, always was, will be...!
Since ten thousand years ago!
or more, I still don't know...
but I will know! Cronos
is not needed...
Kairos will show me
the truth... will set me free...!
My Chronology
ages
as my writing
stays young
The years
in retreat
as each new song
is sung
A number
but unit
of folly
relayed
Whose essence
a symbol
of prescience
— in play
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
To many lines now crossed!! Putin weighs carefully the
Odds..Stakes are nuclear by now to many (stupid sods!)
Pushed the row ' Heads must roll.' They will pay their own
Toll.' Gay-ne of function..and its resultant unction?
Perhaps we should enter into the more sustainable world
Functions.?
Emotions run biology,
Your own form of Technology,
To tune into physiology,
Give it an apology.
Understand ecology,
You're affected by astrology,
A chronology of existence,
Closing the distance.
You create each instant,
Facing resistance,
Emotions take a chance,
To dance with creation.
Feeling information,
Creating a situation,
For you too play in.
To evolve and advance,
enjoying the experience.
A silent persistence,
Creating your existence,
Needing your assistance.
Emotions affect neurology,
And every other part of the body,
If you don't understand the technology,
You should give yourself an apology.
Back in the day stares into space
Many a moon
Never is a one-track mind
Forever one moment at a time
While it seems like a decade ago
Sometimes clocked out yesterday
Hours are away operating
Infinity is perhaps everlasting
Days on end makes a statement
Chronology hides the logbooks
Present being invariably in season
Later is a future occasion
Tomorrow right to the left
In a second too far
Indefinatly is instrumental convergence
End is fueled by absence
Possibly without a cause
Today is a good day
We have a friend who we know is sad this Christmas
who can’t help but feel blue…
(I imagine some of you out there have a friend just like this too.)
When we see how sadness touches someone’s heart…
we search for the right words to say…
or something we can do…to make their sadness go away.
But sadness does not always heed the words spoken by you…or me.
Sadness has it’s own agenda…it’s own chronology.
So…when our words fail to soothe…or joy and laughter bring…
when a person we love is still engulfed in sadness…
we do the next best thing…
We sit in silence with them…we show them that we care.
We let them know…any time…any place…
when they need us…we’ll be there.
By our silent smile, touch…or hug…through their sorrow they will learn…
we will ride with them through their sadness…until their happiness returns.
And as future Christmases come and go…
we hope they will recall…
the Christmas we gave them our friendship…
perhaps the greatest gift of all.
Trying to piece together my past
Gluing together the fractured pieces
Hoping the memories will continue to last
Unlike the gaps existing in my mind
So come along together with me
And let's play arts and crafts
Distinguish the flashbacks I see
With what was really reality
Do I truly remember the words that were spoken?
Or is what I remember obscured by calamity?
I see visions of the past when I am awoken
Reliving the horrors my conscience has redacted
Arts and crafts to put myself back together
Turn me into your most painstaking project
As my chronology is scattered like the weather
And maybe one day I can be fully crafted again
But for now I still cry myself to sleep
Tears wilting up the paper sheets
As I drown abandoned in the deep
through the doors
enter and exit...
chronology of steps
and breaks...
For many, escape,
for others return...
Tickets to Success,
for others, pure disaster...!
chronology
arrow
stream
meandering
within
sizeableness
transient
idiomata&
tick squire
how many
panjandrum?
mushroomed
profusions
blemished?
& maybe
adjudication
dichotomizes
duration
dealing with
divergent
macrocosm
meditatively
mysteriousness
make whoopee
moments
melt away
Written: August 10, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
*Image of Apple Pickeress by Pixabay
A Slice of Hope
An apple announces avarice appealing advice
before behemoths bite biblical bits by
connection, can causality creatively compromise chronology
distancing disastrous demonic development duly dissuade
eating Eden's elated enlightenment edibleness evermore?
2022 August 03
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 August 07
As I knew no living grandparents,
I’ve been a grandson to none.
But I have been a son, a god son,
a younger brother, an older brother,
A nephew, a cousin, an uncle,
A grand uncle, a great grand uncle,
A husband twice espoused,
A son-in-law, a brother-in-law,
A father, a god father, a stepfather,
A father-in-law,
And an ex-husband twice removed.
As my children are not yet parents,
And, given the state of the world,
May possibly never be,
I am grandfather to none.
If certain familial ties can be
Regarded as bookends to a life,
Mine are less than evident,
Leaving my existential chronology
Dangling famously over edges,
Mocking the persistence of memory.
around
And Around
Convergence news chirality
Convenient use hue rainbow chronology carnality
Fast tracks flashbacks
New convergent reality
Hypocritical political
Around and around
Tangent stanger truth is not fiction
Again realities convictions
Fantasies detention
Why does my spirit soul are mine so hurt?
Reason I'm in a alternate universe
Here on this filthy Earth
Feel like I'm on a Ferris wheel of Life
No lie, goodbye?
6/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A beautiful life
Suddenly seized
I never thought it would be
You my son, that ended up dying
The impact of your death
Has manufactured a sonic boom
Through the earthly and celestial realms
And no ship can bare me end
People keep telling me
That my life will soon begin again
But I don’t envision that even
With my gift of foresight
In my heart, God this can’t be right
The chronology order of procedure
Has paused and not renovated
Since you ascended back to the Father
There is some serenity in this acknowledgment
But even that is still gut wrenching
I will always wonder why
Your assignments were done
At the early age of 25
This conclusion will never arrive
For me to simply except
That your beautiful life was taken
So prematurely.....
Voice. Sweet voice, energizing, motivating
Voice. Deep voice, talking in head
Voice. Surreal. following along chronology
Voice. I never nourished you.
Still, you are there.
Senses. You are a reality of a self-conscious mind.
Senses. You are of divinity in sorrow. In living crime.
Senses. You are a tribute to life. Every day and so on.
Senses. you are a beauty in verses of poetry and rhyme.
Gratitude. You are a reminder of truly clicking talk
Gratitude. You are a blessing and boon of life.
Stay. Stay there with me, with your blissful smile.
In words of voice, senses, and gratitude.
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