Red hourglasses
drawn thin and narrow waisted
sparkling motes fall
- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood games inside a jagged
line now faded. Occasionally it flares,
reddens from a twist of skin uncomfortable,
or in the tightness of early morning dressing;
the twinge acts as an echo, a ripple, a call from
back then, years ago, an era lost like sand
through fingers sweaty from summer heat,
lemonade with ice cubes clinking. The scar,
the mark, that narrow margin of error, a
Faultline physical memory running like a border
along my skin. And you were there, holding my hand
- in those moments, it shines.
Jerry stared at the travel poster for Hawaii
The women were shaped like perfect hourglasses
wearing skimpy outfits, dancing for him
if Jerry jumped on a plane to Oahu
he would become dazzling
and have luck with the ladies
none of them liked him in Ohio
not like these sirens!
He began planning his trip
Within the village stood a great tower
Across the lands countless traveled to attempt to climb this tower, yet many cowered
Those, who achieved this great feat were praised by the masses
Given to them were fortunes of lore
To many, climbing the tower was their one and only goal within life
Their days were filled only with this, and nothing more
Hours, days, and years passed like the flip of hourglasses
Yet, on they attempted to climb this great tower
Many dreamed of the day that they might reach the top
However, the top was nothing more than a drop
For those who reached it only fell deep within a pit of despair
Riches and fame held them tight like the teeth of a snare.
"Travel light" Santa said to me as I grappled for all my most
treasured belongings. I stuffed them all in a duffle bag, then with the silliest
of grin on my face I said, " Ready"
The ride up was exhilarating to say the least, and the landing well
lets just say I don't recall getting there...
It felt like I was placed in a big glass bauble filled with tinsel,
joyful elves and little miniscule hourglasses containing reflective
light particles that flew out into the atmosphere through
smokescreen windows, tinted with pink magic glass.
I was tired from the trip so Santa led me to this little room made of logwood,
then he handing me a peppermint hot chocolate and said, " good good dreams, my girl "
What did I dream you ask ? Well, its much too long to retell today,
you will just have to wait until tomorrow, when its Christmas day !
My subjective has been documented
by my objective – sort of like, my
thoughts verify my brain, though
no one can see them. I guess, what
I'm trying to say is, Time exists
independent of watches and hourglasses,
I think...well, this is getting far more
convoluted than I had originally thought.
I'm getting nowhere. It would take a
God to explain this.
The brainwashed masses,
Wearing rose-colored glasses,
And nonchalantly flashing passes,
Never realizing the hourglasses
Are running out of time.
Miasmic shadows
And dystopian blows
Are working to transpose
The masses' crystal rose
Into a thick unending slime.
Stuck in a loop,
Staring into space,
Time and time again,
Making the same mistakes...
Soaring one moment,
Crashing the next;
From long conversations
To unanswered texts;
Hourglasses and pendulums,
Keepers of time,
Are stopped and restarted,
The clockwork rewinds;
Stories are rewritten,
Hearts are unfurled,
Memories fade away,
To the beginning I return.
An explosion of hair in her face is disclosing
the beauty of the eyes veiled beholding
a dream unfolding where the poor are gold and
war is at most a bloody tale told in
the misty night when the tired have grown old with-
-out the tolls of belly aches, headaches, of long days, and frights
Bold in that stare behind her marigold locks
unearthing sand from the cogs of the clock
to find the prophecies of ink written in chalk
and the hourglasses spilling time when broken in thought
Speared was a heart fleeing the thought
of what values would be shed plucking clots
leaving erased from the gallows written red where thou arts
To thank love apologize not from a part
within the within the humanitarian chart
is to disgrace predecessors flooded where caught
red-handed bearing spirits not winded but sought
Ever flusters her retreating tendrils, those magnificent knots,
from their comfortable or fleeting pores, where ink drops on the flesh and blots
(written sometime during a dark 2015)
Sheer lucid waves caress this oyster beach,
an aqua drowse viewed through a saffron lend,
and siren rip tides coax into a breach
as lambent grains of sand insouciant wend
the dunes of torpid eons through the bend
of hourglasses warped like new-blown glass.
In half-remembered mimes soft breezes send,
behind my eyelids as sweet lilts amass,
the plucking of a lyre string as high seagulls pass.
4/6/18
I will not weep for you.
Too often did the tears rise and fall
like salted hourglasses holding the deluge back.
You slipped away quiet, unheard by the clock on the wall
and our rainbow world slipped into black.
I shall weep again.
Memory and heartache go hand in hand
and the slightest thing tugs at my heart.
You were my everything, my greatest fan
yet death's distance draws us apart.
I have cried a million tears.
Still your face lies clear in my blurred eyes
and as I wipe them all away
my heart asks and wonders why
you could not stay.
Death Rock
Time is forever decaded to wait,
a never ending story in a never ending date.
Spending eternity wondering the outcome of Fate,
never realizing it until Death hits your plate.
Time is a measurement used so life goes on,
it is what embraces every new days dawn.
Born on a clock, a stop watch life spawn.
before you know the hourglasses sand is gone.
When your body gives in you'll finally meet Death's Rock,
There's no way for a restart, an indestructible time clock.
Everyday it is our own life we choose to mock,
One more lethal shock as you walk to Deaths Rock...
bmdavey@
02/16/16
Rubies and blood,
Some gems shine brighter,
Than the morning sun,
There are few temptations,
Greater than the taste of cocoa,
Honey, airy mist, and cream,
And drinking you into me,
Just subtle glance is enough,
To light my lips ablaze,
Suddenly so dry in needing,
If I bite them hard enough,
Maybe they'll bleed the same,
Dreamy color of your aura's glow,
And I'll taste the moment enough,
To sink in deeper and live it full,
Ticking by the seconds last ages,
And I'm trapped in the millions,
Of grains slipping down through,
A thousand cracked hourglasses,
Reflecting forever the truth,
The things that I've done,
Forsaken swiftly alas forgotten,
And the hurt so much hurt,
Tears and providing no answers,
But heart seeking lusting after what?
Seconds? Minutes? Just time,
And I am so willing to shatter,
So many filled voids of sand alone,
Without even a thought of what I have done,
If I look back broken and with thought,
Regretting the days,
I'll never be allowed to forget,
Even so I'll be left with the taste.
The desire for you has lasted a thousand years
The sadness of loss has brought many tears
The love in our hearts has lasted forever and a day
The look in your eye makes time melt away
The sound of your voice stops the clocks flowing hand
The smell of your hair ceases the hourglasses flowing sand
The touch of your hand halts the very turn of the tide
The essence of your soul stops the beat of my heart deep inside
Moonlit ride, darling Jasmine at his side
Strode the carpet ride, the night was young
Devil was in the details though, as they glide
Across the desert, time sadly crept and clung
To their faces, bodies, as they were older now
Genie no longer in the bottle but having fun
Freedom tasted sweet i'm sure, but frowning
Was Jafar in his castle from afar, fighting none.
The Sultan too was sad to see, ever older
The sands of time ravaging them all cold
Twisted rhymes turned the glass over again
Terrible dreams Aladdin thought to himself then
It must be true, about how they were not to mix
Recalling this in his bag of tricks, he deftly pulled
It from his pocket, a trinket frozen in time and six
Magical rubies, put in the hourglass and not to be ruled
By tyranny of chronos any longer, they would be young
Again, but wisdom would be completely lost as well
So well, back in the pocket and back to the ride he flung
Jasmines arm over his shoulder and all was again swell
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For Sweet Linda-Marie's contest: "DISNEY"
By: Tim Bryant
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