Cool and crisp air,
Gentle breeze between.
Bright sun and blue December sky.
Leaves dancing in the sun’s light before their timely flight.
The birds about their business.
Cold in the shade.
Acorns crunch as a man walks by.
It won’t be long this moment in time.
Met expectations.
It feels so right, my chin in my palm,
Enjoying the peace, enjoying the calm.
No worries, no rush, no reason or rhyme.
How thoughtful it is, to sit killing time
It seems time has not been on our side
Circumstances have kept us apart
Our stars thus far, have not aligned
Though mutual feelings still exist in our hearts
Your life is there and mine is here
Still, our connection continues to hold space
A buffer of miles exist between
Perhaps protecting that cherished, sacred place
At present, you have eyes for another
You are single, free to do as you please
But I wonder, if it's just 'in the meantime'
Since I'm tied down and she's fully free
Whatever the reason, it's bewildering
Keeping your honest desires aloof
Trying to discern the love that you really want
Even if that means evading the truth
What's meant to be cannot be prevented
Nor feelings denied of what's hidden down deep
Obscured emotions only make the stakes higher
Which heart to let go, and which one to keep
The phrase 'One day at a time' is your motto
But, I question if we're just killing time
With the hopes we'll end up together
And our lucky love stars will forever shine
July 13, 2021
On a quest for peace of mind
Searching for light, truth and existence
Beyond gravity, space and time
Nothing is guaranteed.
On a quest for love
Searching for trust, friendship and honesty
Beyond human hearts, mind and soul
Nothing is guaranteed.
On a quest for greatness
Searching for power, control and mastery
In solitude and in public
Nothing is guaranteed.
On a quest to oppress the poor
Killing and marginalizing the weak
Through politics and leadership
Death is guaranteed and inescapable.
I'M KILLING TIME
Time is dead
I killed it
Then threw it to the wind
I put off 'till tomorrow
Just when I should begin
Somewhere safe in yesterday
My dreams got packed away
By waiting for tomorrow
I lost track of today
Time is dead
I killed it
But in the end I see
Instead of my just killing time
Time was killing me
what are you
a butcher
an assassin
are you kidding me
you nonchalantly
say you’re
just killing time
do you not see
it’s criminal
you’ll never come across
anything more valuable
than the precious
gift of time
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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught
of the onslaught of killing time depicted.
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain are obscured.
Clocks eat away moments of my life.
I admit I'm nearly frightened to death
of those mimed hands whose strokes
stab me with each gasp of breath I take.
Round and around, silent warning given
in gross opposition to the beastly roar,
aped by masses of such foolish people,
oblivious that my plight is also their own.
Reticence gives no relief to assault. I see
my fate's demise, and frightened I shall be
until death's full tariff has set my soul free.
Rhythmic tickings makes no difference to me.
Silence staggers my soul to substantiality.
Blinded by fear of my imminent necrosis,
I cannot traverse those two roving needles,
hellbent on stinging me to my neon grave!
Passage of time is but a travesty of life
in which man has no occasion to amend.
In the end, death haunts us all in silent
whispers; echoes of cruel scheming hands.
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17th of April, 2016
Suspense kills
I would kill again
grasping at fate, where it lies
on my conscience.
What's left of this you have a taste for now,
pulling together,
moving on to what you left behind,
Stripping time
I time travel until I belong in my skin,
no longer in limbo watching the clock,
your lies wasting away the hours...
a thankless task to cling to time,
always waiting for what I cannot decline.
Looking out my office window
The sun is shinning
The sky is blue
Forgive me if I daydream
A little over you
My work piles up
Time slips by
Nothing gets done
I've lost my drive
Why worry about tomorrow
When I have today
I'll let my future self
Regret this lazy day
The clock strikes five
I was ready at three
I'm out the door
Feeling free
I call your number
But you got overtime
So I sit home alone
Just killing time.
Spending time under an oak tree
Reading 'Falling Down'
On a summer afternoon
Just killing time
Eating ice cream from Scoops ice cream shop
And laughing with a friend
About the boys from class
Just killing time
Eating dinner with my family
Having fun and laughing
Telling jokes and all
Just killing time
But now
That oak tree isn't there
No books that i can read
The summer afternoons seem duller now.
Time is killing me
That ice cream now is just to cold to eat
My friends have all moved out of town
No one to laugh with or about
Time is killing me
The dinner table is empty
No more fun and laughing
No one telling jokes and all
Time is killing me
STOP!
Its time to go a different way
To do something in that spear time
Time only kills us
But ding something useful for a change
Will be simple
Just killing time
am walking
am talking
to myself
noone els
is around
some say am aclown
just have lot
on my mine
so am
KILLING TIME
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Ah! These tax returns
And it’s Sunday all over again,
In my word and in your beauty.
Your silence, so fragile,
Penetrable and deep.
It’s like being trapped
In a museum.
Monday, I feel my shoulders
Heavy as every instant
You become more bashful.
Tuesday turns to Thursday,
While I watch your
Obsessive, irritated brow.
I don’t want you to leave,
Yet you must…
I’d lock you up till Friday.
I’d write to you,
However it would not be me who rides
The pen… but
My spirit, pouting from disillusion.
Still, Saturday morning
You’ll surely be gone
And it will turn
To Sunday all over again…
For I still bear
The weight of your death.
Another week and a killer
I still remain.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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