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Life Is Johnny Short

Life is too short
Life is too short, not to say love you
I’ve lived life beside you everyday
But I could never get enough of you
Life is short
So short
To stand by and hate your sister or brother
I don’t even get to see my brother anymore
So quit acting like calling your sibling is a daring chore
Life is too short
We need to learn to love one another just a tad bit more
I love Whitney and my dogs
Thats who I do it for  
Life is too short
Johnny short
You’re down with me at my cake day party
Be down with me in court
Life is midget short
Too short
To live without a plan
Life is too short
You should know where you stand
My Life is too short to constantly live in fear
Life is too short to barely making it through the year
My Life is too short
Not to do something new
Life is too short not to say  I love you

Wasting time
Shortens life
Spending time
Studying other people
One's you don't care about
Wondering could you be like them
Succumbing yourself to doubt
Doing things
You never wanted to
I’ve lived life beside you everyday
But I could never get enough of you
Telling yourself
What you cannot do
Telling lies to yourself
Then saying that you never knew
Life is too short not to say love you
Questioning Life
Rather than
Trying to find out the answer on your own
Scolding at yourself
With a constant pity tone
If it didn't make you happy
Then it wasn't worth your time
I could never get enough of you
I’ve screwed fate and denied hate
Learn to adore
Don't fear what's beyond the shore
Don't cry during the night
Do it in broad daylight
So that someone will see
How much you are suffering
It's okay to hurt
Because your feelings come first
Learn to accept care
Remember to love your own share
Life is too short not to say I love you
When I was 14 I learned to appreciate being 5’2
Had to find happiness in myself
Before I found you
Where they can find you
Is right next to me
All 2 quarters and 5’3 of me
I’m already short
So when it comes to money you can’t short me
Time is money and money is time
And I have to make enough of both for those after and before me
Tuesday morning detectives at my door
In an instant life can get gory 
Call my mother and tell her I love her
I’m glad I’m free to tell you this story
Its hard out here a shorty
Life’s short shorty


Premium Member When Money Becomes Time

We've all heard it said that time is money-
exchange for purchasing or hours worked.
What if it were the other way around
and time becomes the valued currency?

Then money equals time, a reversed gift.
This exchange would then offer us a choice
of what is valued at our stage of life.
How can we ever honor it with time?

I'd cash in half of all our lifetime savings
and purchase time- increasing senior years!
Extend our lives so that we surely can
longer watch our five great-grandkids grow.

Their ages range from one to only six.
So, at our current ages, that can't be. 
If we could trade for  fifteen years at least,
would see them turn sixteen to twenty-one! 

Plus, receiving gifts of time rather than things
would grant us extra ways to spoil them
with our presence at future birthdays and
those main events that grow and form their lives!

With the other half of our money saved,
exchange it for the value of more time
to barter goods and services required
to help us live those extra fifteen years.
Form: Verse

My Partner

look honey
time is money, 
you should've learned that from
that nutty father of yours.
if their is a will their:Their's a way.
"as aggressive as he is,
is as aggressive as we're gonna be."
"I can afford you honey, all I gotta do
is get change for a dollar."
" your Old man, thought 
himself greater than God,
until someone told him he'd
 been spelling his name 
backward for years"
" your wife likes to take your words and put them out on the street,
maybe she's reminded of those days
when she use to charge you for loving her"
" it's never wise to think you are Godlike,
maybe Goddamned, we can understand that""
don't you worry your pretty little head off,
I got your money somewhere nice and special
those enemies of your aint got nothing to worry about"
" They'll never find the recipe where I put it"
" we'll save the family home by working together and achieving goals set by our beloved Grandfather"
Form: Ballad

Worth the Wait

They say if you love something let it go
but my feelings for you are
true girl, I just thought I let you know
time is money & I know love is hard
but as priceless as you are 
just let me heal ya emotional scars.

Being away from you gets lonely from time to time
I'd be lying if I said without you 
by my side I'd be fine
I had some sleepless nights but never
cried myself to sleep
I been in love with you but now it's 
like I'm in too deep.

I been kinda stressing without you
and I'm getting kinda lonely
I'm missing the sound of ya voice
when you used to say "Baby can you hold me"
I been reminiscing a lot about the love we share
and I promise from this moment forth 
I ain't going no where.

I'm done wit my lifestyle
ripping & running the streets
that's my word I wouldn't
make a promise that I can't keep
I'd do anything to keep you happy
and that ain't no real debate
just because I know that you're 
Worth The Wait.
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

The Day's Ray

"The day's dawn is stretched like a lawn,but few will have fun"

1)Getting on a bus:
Some by choice some by force.
The way seemed holy and flowered.
But the bus stripped her off
her garment and made her naked:

2)There were the monsters and the cowards,
The aged and the littluns,
The preserved and the observed,
The obssessed and the possessed,
The loved and the hated,
All billing their faces,
Causing it to ooze sweat.
'Honk Honk' the monster wailed.
'You wan fly',my glottis thrived.

3)Passers-by have one or two things to say:
'Get off my bus',the conductor was vexed:
The woman wasn't of the fare aware,
And the conductor never cares.

4)Would have love to finish the movie,
But deprived was i for my duty.
'A Lecturer may awaits me in the class',
I thought till my thought got me off and down.

Maybe later the journey continues.

And the actions make same rhythm

"Time is money,time is precious,time is a virtue,time is life. Those who play with time plays with their lifes".
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Premium Member On the Cosmic Wheel

On The Cosmic Wheel
....................................
The Potter turned
Threw elements’
Formed
a vase
From
Vaast
Baked 
in Time
Curated
A container
Interest’ickingly...
He filled it with time.
There many a concepts :
Time is money. Value of time
Time is a measure. Time is eternal
Einstein’s take on time is full of humor- 
"Time moves at One second per second “
It stops in the company of a beautiful woman."
Some theories on Time - seem to run in parallels
That Time is eternal_….Time contains all the Space
Time is the cause_…...Creates contains also destroys
Time is measure_......Birth, youth & death are ordained
Time is rhythm_.......Quantum pulse, measure, oscillation
Time is music_.......Rhythm & order, Beats and Harmonics
An intention_........Time is activated by the force of the Will
Our destiny -…….There has always been- ‘A Time in history’
It controls _.......As big as destiny. As intimate as the breath!
Contains _........Causation. Action. Desire. Karma. Fulfillment 
Explains_.......Happening Occurring our Journeys in unknown
Livings _....  Ticking, pulsating, ambling along every moment
TIME.………………  …………….....PAST ...PRESENT..&....FUTURE
.............. Time does not die. It cannot be locked in a device
…………… …………………ConceptioN. .........................of TimE
…………TIME. ....Is it real.......OR....Is it a perception .
There is no perception of time if no creation-destruction
There is no perceptible Time, if no cycle of birth- death
(In sleep- awake it is, but where is time in dream state?
.
Death implies Birth...Birth of what is matter or spirit?
There is only the eternal; is unconstrained by Time”
Whatever be the arguments ...
There is one truth we can not deny...
Time is given to us to fulfill our Karmic journey.
We traverse Karmic fulfillments in given time.
Curiosity- Is Time contained in the Space?
Their a relationship between time-space
The movement of time makes creation.
The Advait view-(Time and Karma)
Karma within itself carries seeds...
Seeds of its own destruction.'
 It implies- 
All Karma will dissolve;
...in due course.
What stays...
IT is.
~
Form: Concrete

Busybee Me

(enjoy the puns) 

I happen to be a busy bee
always racing with time
since time how it flies for busy bees
Ah wish I could just lasso it
like a cowboy does his horse
and thereby bring it to a standstill! 

And if I don't waste this valuable Time
I think I could buy me some extra time
For time is money it's said
Ah wish I could just catch it
in a nook or a noose
as it flies by at will.

For at this rate the clock is ticking by
like some never exploding time-bomb
while I'm forever running out of time
so I wonder then how still
others just take their time
or be killing time coz they've time to kill! 

For I can't be killing this precious time
I don't have any spare time on my hands
And it is but challenging to make a chum
out of that swinging pendulum
Time is racing, it's outpacing
For me it seems time has never stood still.

Thus I'll merely have to resign to the fact
that I could never ever tie down mr. Time
for time and tide have waited for none
It's never going to cease, that monotonous chime
even when ceases to pen, a poet's quill

If the battery in thy clock stops
other clocks would be working timely still
So if you lag behind and don't make it in time
you can be sure there are others who will.

So I better let my time-old
venerable grandfather clock
go on with its carefree
dutiful but devil-may-care tick tock
Yah, let the time do the talk
and still tell it it's simply brill!

Premium Member Can't Punk This Game

Can't Punk this game, this game is not made to be punked/
I'm not just any grain, I'm the one grain that stands out/
You used to be planted here, now you're just a stump/
And since you think you're criss cross, I'll make you jump/
Trying to punk this game, you're wasting your time/
And time is money so you not making a dime/
You're facing a steep hill, it's something to climb/
It's too hard to swallow, your mind is never mine/
When you think, it's blank, so your checks are the same/
You're running around in circles, it's an endless game/
You can call for my help, but you can't call for free/
You can start by calling 1 800 I need a beat/
Or you can call 1 800 set me free/
And beg me please, because it's me that you need/
I can give you some pointers, and show you the moves/
But it's more than just talent, you need the groove/
You need the shoes because you can't walk in mine/
So if you tell yourself you can, you'll just be lying/
This game is not for everyone, I set the bar/
And I'm too efficient, so I'm setting it far/
If this game can be punked, I wouldn't be the best/
And from the eye test, I passed every test/
Dotted every I, crossed every t/
The jury is out and I never took a plea/
Because I never done the crime/
I know I shine the hardest, they call me LED/
The greatest of my time, I'm the young Bruce Lee/
You can call me a King but I'm really a God/
I set off drums, I shred that guitar with a simple head nod/
You see the head bob, that means they feeling me/
Every show I do, I sweep the stage clean/
In the metal game, I made my house of stone/
You made your's of stone so your house is gone/
I huffed and puffed and blew it away/
The big bad bully and I'm clearly here to stay/
This metal game is punk proof you can't Punk this game/
Maybe once before but this another time frame/

Till My Last Breath

Till my last breath I promise to love you
dedicate myself to you as long as it's 50/50
and as long as your still with me 
I make this promise to be there for you unconditionally
and I ask that you'd be there for me 
whether bad or good times, and 
time is money so despite all of the 
wining, and dining, you gotta admit
that me and you together, thats perfect timing 
and the thought of us together forever is everlasting
and like I told you if I ever lost you it would be more
than saddening, it almost feels virtual but I ain't laser tagging 
and I know what I have or how I got you 
most would call it my swagger
but you would just say yeah thats my baby
so till my last breath I promise to stay dedicated
trust & believe GOD is the only one who could
make me or break me, but you... only a good woman 
can stand by a good man, and united we stand and this ain't on
no Democratic, republican, Politican shhh!! 
I'm a cancer it's no secret I fell in love wit you
kinda quick but all I can say is, or what I call this 
is just being love sick
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Truth

screams of millions
                  cannot be heard
a lone voice
                  can awake the world
the worst of men
                   can bring forth the best
do nothing
                     and nothing is all that's left

     truth shall make you free
     lies enslave liberty
     justice is blind
     but evil sees
     listen to hear
     be silent to speak
     false is shallow
     truth cuts deep



                               mock the truth
                 and it will laugh at you
                                silence the truth
                 and it will be heard
                                bury the truth
                 and it will dig it self free
                                 kill the truth
                 and it will live

all is truth                truth is all
           united evil stands
           divided good falls
           patience is virtue
           time is money
seasons come           seasons go
           we want to need
           and need to want
           we hate to love
           and love to hate
           real is hope
           false is fear
now is over                than is late

beauty is truth
                    truth is beauty

a single kiss can multiply into love
a spark can ignite a flame
that will set the world ablaze

                   truth
rains into a flood
uplifting all into her waves
drowning sorrows
pouring free souls

truth is beauty
                    beauty is truth

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