The weeks go fast,
The months fly by,
The years they flee,
Between the horizon
And my eye.
Time goes ever faster,
No brakes to apply,
My lifespan disappearing,
Between the horizon
And my eye.
Biting the lured hook, shortened its long lifespan, look, Fish became a prey .
The Last 39 Minutes of My Life
In the last 39 minutes….
38 minutes….
37 minutes….
I never was able to stop counting the minutes….
36 minutes….
35 minutes….
I start to wonder what would happen….
If I took my last breathe….
What it would taste like….
29 minutes….
I should’ve taken that job….
I should have moved to New York….
I should have ignored my parents and fallen in love….
I should have fallen in love….
I could have been so much….
More….
If there is another life….
I will be courageous….
I will be proud….
I will be peaceful….
I will be loved.
The sunset and the yonder
Or speaks I wish I ponder,
under the looking glass is always half full.
To the light the bends with spectrum,
O’er the shadows that fall to the ground,
And dwells the indigo blue skies,
Into the deep horizons fold far over the lull.
Life opposes Nature's definitive law.
Believe that things will blare gnaw.
With the aim to construct utmost instability.
By utilizing the minor force, will not allow.
Amid odds, life sets the request in society.
And should accumulate and extend vitality.
To lodge up with its outline and presence.
Even in the face of entropy and atrophy.
Species should attain themselves to reproduce.
And endeavor to evolve beyond valuable trace.
Yield their qualities to a superior future.
At the point when the link chain can't replace.
The body rots into tidy and alter.
Unlimited species that lingers air.
A rebellious restricting history's norm.
a synergy of life is unto itself, a wonder
Battle for its uniqueness' structure form.
Assist with easing back the deformity's swarm.
Inflexible request permits life to develop.
A world of the beatific we could perform.
Written: October 10, 2021
Only Flesh
by Michael R. Burch
Moonlight in a pale silver rain caresses her cheek.
What she feels is an emptiness more chilling than fear ...
Nothing is questioned, yet the answer seems clear.
Night, inevitably, only seems to end.
Flesh is the stuff that does not endure.
The sand begins its passage through narrowing glass
as Time sifts out each seed yet to come.
Only flesh does not last.
Eternally, the days rise and fall with the sun;
each bright grain, slipping past, will return.
Only flesh fades to ash though unable to burn.
Only flesh does not last.
Only flesh, in the end, makes its bed in brown grass.
Only flesh shivers, pale as the pale wintry light.
Only flesh seeps in oils that will not ignite.
Only flesh rues its past.
Only flesh.
Keywords/Tags: life, death, lifespan, flesh, mortality, time, sand, hourglass, ash, ashes, loss, grave, night, moon, moonlight, stars, rain, grass, despair
However short life always seem
The road ahead is ever so long
Never enough sleep for too much dreams
Is there enough life to belong?
As I sat as I watch the never life
Ever roles ever so evermore ever hold
Speaking volumes when only death survives
Why is it of death we cannot grasp and behold?
Wasting and saving time sometimes
What exactly did we waste or save?
Can you ever hear those silent chimes?
What of life splendor to only say hi then wave?
Forever living for moments until
Moments never living till living we knew
Faking a living life for life living real
When did death becomes old for life anew?
Good times are always short-lived
Bad times... given lifespan perhaps too long
To otherwise choice less to believe
Have you life or simply death to belong?
DAWN CAME AND THERE WAS LIGHT
A BLAZING FIRMAMENT OF GLORIOUS RAYS
AND ANGELS SANG A HEAVENLY CHORUS
AS MAN FIRST WALKED THE EARTHLY PATH
BY THE NOON-THE SKY WAS CAST
STRANGE GRAY CLOUDS IN HEAVENS' SEA
THE ANGELS SANG IN SAD LOW TONES AS MANS EGO LED HIM ASTRAY
NOW THE EVENING-THE SKY IS SO DIM
NOT EVEN A RAY TO BLESS A SOUL
AND ANGELS LOOK IN BEWILDERMENT
AS MAN STRIVE TO DESTROY HIMSELF
IN THE NIGHT- WILL LIGHTNING STRIKE
WILL THUNDER ROAR-WILL GOD SPEAK
WILL ANGELS WAIL IN ASH STREWN ROBES
AT ALL MANKINDS IMPENDING DOOM
OR WILL THE ALMIGHTY IN HIS MERCY
ALLOW US THE THE GRACE OF A SECOND CHANCE
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