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Your sands sieve through my fingers
The luxury is mine
You watch me around the clock
A perfect circle
Your all seeing eye.
I exist in your omnipresence
Hypnotised by your chime
You pave my thoughts
I trail your steps.
Suspended in time
I’m but a paratrooper
Eavesdropping,
Perhaps intruding even
Every molecule in me is your synchronisation
I was born, I live, and surely I shall die,
An you will keep going to face another day
Uninterrupted movements
An unconstrained flow, forwards, upwards
Towards where?
I pray you never get there!
Because who would be powerful enough to stop your watch?
I would split the seconds if I could
Until I arrive at an infinitesimal, unquantifiable figure
Until the smallest amount, the least of them all stood
Would that be you?
How do you catch something that never stops moving?
Something that comes from all directions,
And goes in all directions?
It exists in the present, the past and forever
And has no starting point and no end.
I’m just trying to understand what has been given to me
My presence
A gift is it?
It is said we’re living on borrowed time
Why not just be generous and give it away
When there's so much of it seemingly with no end?
You are just too magnanimous
Too illusive
But I’m still not satisfied, I know there’s more to you
The fast-forward, the rewind, the pause!
You’re just playing tricks on us aren't you?
How do you stay fresh, moment to moment anew?
Man personified you into a clock to give you a face
To make you seem a bit more familiar,
But you are horror, a ticking time bomb
Attacking the future
Encouraging change through decay
Forging ahead of yesterday without delay
Charging forward to tomorrow,
Breaking the now
Bridging numerous dimensions into infinity
To wash us anew with your fabric
My existence hanging on this timeline
My time zone
Winding down to the deadline
To the cut-off time
The countdown without a glitch
And face the countless forevers still to come
An infinite memory bank of rich histories
A threshold of possibilities still unimagined
This is my time,
My first and last
But you didn’t even flinch
Punctual, you are
I’m timed out
You flip the hourglass
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.
~
[A tribute to my very favorite type of dreams in childhood, and I don't believe I'm alone in that.]
Once I could fly without a plane,
unconstrained by gravity and
unbounded by mother earth,
I would soar like a human eagle,
my arms wings, my heart warm
and beating notes of pure joy....
High up in the cool air I was safe,
lord of all I saw as I dived and
banked, rose and fell again,
brushing close to ground but
never touching--then pumping
my winged arms to reach far
above a trite, boring world
whose creatures wore chains
too heavy to let them fly....
Oh, how I loved that time
when the child I was could fly
every night in special dreams,
or so it seemed...I suppose
they really were not so often,
those nights when I could jump
off a roof or a cliff and know, and
truly know I would sail free on the
untamed winds--but alas...
as I began to depart childhood
my flying dreams grew scarce,
and their glory diminished--
I would have to flap my arms,
harder and harder to gain height,
and even so I could barely free
my body of heavy and dull earth.
Then one day, one ordinary day,
it was done, and I had to walk,
to fly no more, no longer a god--
Yes, once I could fly, and whether
it came from some dimmed memory,
perhaps of heaven, or just the fruit
a kid's imagination, I know not--
60 earthbound years have passed
and still I long to fly free again....
Ocean potion healing elixir weightless floating free
Unlinked From chains of heavy burden where One can finally breath
Out the old and in the new rejuvenate the mind
cleansing body , close your eyes , pretend that you are blind .
Just Listen , smell and feel it’s movement caressing rhythmic motions
cradles with a mother’s touch , tender loves devotion
Wind sings and with it brings cool breath upon the face
lullaby waves, in secret bays pave the way to her embrace
Hypnotic temptress casts her spells
docile waves of turquoise swell
Time stands still induced in coma
take in salty airs aroma
Sleeping in a wake full state
lucid dreaming devoid of fate
As light as nothing, unconstrained
Letting go colossal pain
Fresh breeze comes to tease
but just a taste before it leaves
it toys , it plays in child like ways
The sun beats down it’s burning rays
performs its graceful ballet dance as light shines off glass waves
Bewitching and seductive to all that it enslaved
secret whispers in silent caves
Endless depth shroud watery graves
Of those who lost their lives long ago
Pirates ,God’s and tales of hero’s
Placid barbarity rules this place
But does it with poetic grace
Cleansed from sins of humanity
Exempt from responsibility
A spiritual experience sets the body free
Awakened and enlightened
Within the Sacred sea
out of the particular
a birds wing
a waterfall
some things beyond
the ordinary
of moments past
drama of the season
atmosphere in the soul
sharp outlines
softness of vision
a philosophy of nature
spontaneous pleasure
in
an overflow of feeling
portents of proportions
vistas glimpsed
in elements&symbols
dramatic dreams
made real
by
discerning
eyes
natural beauty
sudden
& shaped
from eye to brush
unconstrained picturesque
in sublime raptures
particular places
poetical portraits
with pleasing effects
romantic feelings
beyond
the everyday
topography &textual detail
in light
& movement
ambitions so complex
washed
in colour&feeling
reflections in water
purposed in passing
a mass in shadow
solemn grandeur
masterly executed
of
sentiments
contemplated
As swift as a northern wind the nightmare will finally begin, for years we warned
you we begged for the resistance to gain steam and forefeel the dream of putting
an end to this deadly regime.
It was all or nothing the battle of epic proportion but in the end evil prevail and a
new American fuhrer we shall hail. Unconstrained by law total militarism of awe
the inferior folk will fall there is no turning back now we know were power lies as
though a new messiah has risen through blood soaked skies.
His jackbooted soldiers reign of destruction and open terror look for the full
indoctrination of an enslaved nation a product of this American fuhrers insane
creation.
A state of horror before the eyes of this republic could this be real our own
American soil crushed under the heel of totalitarian steel. As we fall in line with
the change of time what was the resistance is now a band of rogue soldiers
unwilling to march for our fuhrer and his new world order.
This is it my fellow comrades the iron arm of fascist law America is no longer
free as a matter of fact it's all the same to me. Have mercy on us my lord for we
know your righteous light will guide us day and night soon the resistance will see
everlasting might to end this final fight this dream i hold on to so very tight.
copyright (c) 2006
out of the particular
a birds wing
a waterfall
some things beyond
the ordinary
of moments past
drama of the season
atmosphere in the soul
sharp outlines
softness of vision
a philosophy of nature
spontaneous pleasure
in
an overflow of feeling
portents of proportions
vistas glimpsed
in elements&symbols
dramatic dreams
made real
by
discerning
eyes
natural beauty
sudden
& shaped
from eye to brush
unconstrained picturesque
in sublime raptures
particular places
poetical portraits
with pleasing effects
romantic feelings
beyond
the everyday
topography &textual detail
in light
& movement
ambitions so complex
washed
in colour&feeling
reflections in water
purposed in passing
a mass in shadow
solemn grandeur
masterly executed
of
sentiments
OH VINCENT
Oh Vincent, can we ever know what torments plagued you;
what demons fought you; what images raped your senses?
It was no accident that you sent blinding blasts of brightness
swirling, like hurled saucers to splatter upon your night sky canvases.
There you found your voice feathered
with mixed hues of unrelenting colors
swished in among tired out bristles.
Unconstrained, they brought to life
the frenzied haunting façade of your crazed visions.
Oh Vincent, you have tried to paint pictures of God,
broken frames holding thoughts alive within a broken soul,
You felt other’s deep sorrows and you placed
your mournful tears upon empty spaces,
and rendered images of a faceted life,
conceived from a passionate heart.
Oh Vincent, you created holy existences
upon folios of painted scenes
the glory of dreams carefully uncovered
and laid bare to once again transcend life
as permanent shapes and shadows.
Evocative images were lured into sensory miracles
of what you wanted to offer, and of all you had to offer
You told your stories in ways only you could express.
But, oh Vincent, I ask you, was it really ever enough?
CAK 2-20-2014
Two Poems
Avariciously she wanted to be a poetess
Cryptic colloquial eloquent words possessed
Often elusive eschewed from the theme
Limericks and rhymes avoiding etymology means
She an emissary of exonerated poetry banned
Refused extrication to facilitate an easy read
Hoped the fallowed grounds would lead the thieves
Foolhardily challenged the spies of poetry
Used furtive and feasible ingenious loquacious words
For the myopic poet seeing past opaque platitudes
A potentate poetess unconstrained by rules
Made a prudent decision of quiescent raconteur
The timorous young woman without any means
Observed scant observations of her apparent world
A sense of rectitude despite the rancid rooms
Holding profoundly laud regarding the state of penury
Perhaps, she myopic to any morose situations
A genius idiosyncrasy to others observations
Reading her books extraneous to any interpretations
Choosing eruditions to edify accusing disdains
Definitively making her way, condoning opinions
The cantankerous say.
Escaping reality with ambivalent
Articulate assents by way of academic astute ebullience
Form:
I do not hold myself to time trumpets,
no list of things to do schedule for me;
but I follow my own true north compass,
I am unconstrained and unrestrained free !
Facing each new day with rapture and glee,
perhaps you think my life a mishmash mess;
but I embrace life in each free will breath,
filling days with joie de vivre bliss.
My words written on white are God caressed;
joy- chaos of the pen and the abyss !
Because of no restrictions I have peace,
I am not enslaved to a list of things;
letting go of "must" and "need" a release,
and each dawn a new beginning it brings !
And my spirit, mind, heart and soul has wings,
you may think my life a muddle jumble;
that cannot endure and will soon crumble.
but truth, I never know what will sparkle !
Enjoying each "in the moment" tumble;
for in time- I will be engraved marble !
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November 4, 2021
Poetry/Dizainx2/Unconstrained and Unrestrained
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1403-576-04
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Agendaless Exuberance
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 11/27/2021
First Place