LINEAR TENDENCY
interpreted
strategy
endow
&
infuse
notions
modifies
unfinished
&
fused
masquerading
as
perception
tactile
&
distant
conceptual
discovery
of
existing
reality
hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation
sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day
more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation
worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey
faded granite marker put in position two hundred years ago
no matter how tight we cling to existence, it shall leave us behind
dark silence of ornate gilded nave constrained angst for generations
always shall be the prospect of something beyond our imagining
hiking along the high trail yields broad vistas of surrounding islands
suffering through the high-pitched howling of a bitter northerly wind
desiring to ensure that the lies which I tell myself are harmless
better a fond memory than just another imperfect being
within life's confines, relevance has ever been a moving target
It constantly feels like I am chasing time
Time which is so linear.
It’s like the days are not long enough,
Even if I get up early.
It constantly feels like I am losing time
Time which exists in threes.
Like the birth, life and death of the trees.
The past which was,
Has been.
That we mourn.
The present,
The now,
Time that’s not worn.
The future,
Not yet,
Waiting still.
For the famous trio
To pass me the bill.
The bill which is a reminder,
That these days are limited.
It constantly feels like I am wasting time.
Time which isn't forever.
Still I waste it with this rhyme
To make me sound clever.
Like A Linear Guy
Just heard from Governor of
Virgin Islands on MSNBC. He
was once part of NYPD.
Looks like that he became a linear guy,
And only one thing at a time does try;
Not deceiving;
Help is receiving;
Hurricane hit so things are in short supply.
Jim Horn
One year has passed
since probably the worst day of his life
An unforeseen tragedy
has an added cost
of chronic depression,
more nightmares
and increased unhappiness
Coupled with the loss
of his hair,
his job
and his wife
Five years has passed
since he stared into the dead eyes of his only child
Just a simple slip and fall,
her head hit pavement and that was all
As time marches forward,
he keeps reliving the same day
As the clock of life progresses,
his is reset like a groundhog, you could say
While everything around him changes,
he only experience the same recurrence
And as each day unveils the unknown,
the familiar loop he's endlessly trapped in
is a sad and cruel choosing of his own
LINEAR LONGEVITY
One cannot assuage one’s age
Once one is forced to turn a page
On to the next chapter at hand
And perhaps on to a foreign land
I cannot deny what your eyes espy
Wrinkles that weren’t there yesterday
But are now on my face to stay
Linear signs that signify three scores of years
Brought about by laughter and too many tears
Crevices created and fated by fears
And grief that is difficult to gauge
Because no one can assuage one’s age
Time has sculpted this face of mine
A furrowed brow by fate’s design
Behind these lines is a lengthened tale
And reminders of when my life first turned stale
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Imagery
so vivid and clear
hum patterns of melodies
across the universe
fanning wildfires of euphoria
Whilst swallowing the anguish
from confounded pupils
waking in a linear paradise
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
Curvilinear
Basic element of art….
Moving point in space
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Within the pages white as snow
and between the lines as black as coal,
to all the places You have sowed,
Oh Lord, let me abide within the line.
Within the turning page we see.
Alight, aflame in harmony.
And friends or foes do go in mystery.
Oh Lord, let me abide within the line.
Let me alight in peace with Thee and Poe,
with Kipling’s tales in Just So
with Moses staff and Joseph’s sign
Oh Lord, let me abide within the line.
Oh, let me sit in peace and go,
within the pages white as snow;
between the lines as black as coal
to all the places You have sowed.
Oh, let me sit in peace and see,
the whole wide world You’ve made for me.
The mountains high the valleys low,
the pristine passes ripe with snow.
Oh, let me sit in peace and go,
from my life to Kipling’s “Just So.”
Between the leafs and lines I’ll Be
alight, aflame, pure harmony.
Oh, let me sit in peace and know,
the mysteries of friend and foe.
Is time...just matter mysterious discourse,
treatise in wait while follies coarse
snippets of lines and hashmark talley
linear scores mark historic qualities
Is space...circular planets revolve,
circuit's system massively involve
concentric is dynamic growth
rounded journeys spin we knoweth
Timeline straight it may appear
bend reshape the linear,
repeating cycles curvature
endure,we must,this universal nature
Full circles gone....
Full circle to arrive....again,
eventual alignment soon upon us.....
12.21.12
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