Time seems to go faster, the older you get.
Your youth takes the hit.
Days go by.
Time won't stand still, no matter how hard I try.
Time has left me behind.
Perhaps a memory, in someone else's mind.
Days go by.
As the sun zips across the sky.
Kissing yesterday good bye.
I'm exactly where I need to be.
I see
The coming of tomorrow.
My land of no sorrow.
As far as I can see..
I was, maybe, never meant to be.
As the world passes me by.
I surely do try.
Not to cry.
As I make my way.
Through each day.
For me, life is a gift.
A smile gives the heart a lift.
Words in my head, float around
Silence, the absence of sound.
I refuse to place a knee on the ground.
I've taken life's best hit.
Still I refuse to quit.
Take a deep breath.
What is death.
Writing my rhymes.
Lost in past times.
I can still smile
No sense of style.
But I live.
Of my heart I give.
Lonely.
No one and only.
I don't mind.
I find.
Being left behind.
The more life passes me by.
The less I cry.
Dated: August 1, 2026
The calendar turns to August,
thick and slow,
But my screen is dark, with no
signal to show.
A silver shell sleeping
somewhere unknown,
An island of data, completely
alone.
No signal emits from its lithium
heart,
The map remains empty, tearing
hope apart.
The "Find My" command waits
suspended in time,
For a wire to wake it, a network
to climb.
But the lock is a fortress, the
boundary is deep,
The secrets inside it are safe in
their sleep.
Through the location its lost to
the shadow of fall,
The wall built of iron responds
to no call.
I hold it how I live
I built this version piece by piece
I’ve lost in silent grief
So I froze piece of this soul
Nothing left to give
I’ve traded fire for control
I’ve traded peace for chaos
But somewhere between that trade
I still grief in silent
I’ve had some lovers
I’ve had some friends
I’ve been hurt
I’ve been bruised
Laughed at my scars
But it’s proof that I’m still living
And I still stand
I know peace
where my demons live
The path dissolved three turns ago
Green walls press closer now
Ferns brush against my bruised shins
Every tree looks like the last one
Sunlight drops the canopy like sharp needles
The air smells of damp moss and old rot
A twig snaps behind my left shoulder
I freeze
The forest holds it's breath with me
I am not longer the observer
I am the guest who stayed too late.
Weird,
lost in suburbia of grey concrete.
How did I come here in this tragic desolation?
I just lie down, face up. I cannot get up.
This is no place for me.
What need have I of this place? Where is this place?
Despair.....futility....distress….
No one in sight. No taxis, trams, vehicles,
closed shops, or signs of life.
Just where exactly am I?
Can I retrace my steps?
Like an opened tomb with the smell of stench,
It pervades everywhere as rubbish litters the streets.
There is no illumination at the end of the tunnel.
Am I dreaming? I pinch myself.
No, I'm awake
A door opens; paramedics lift me up.
An ambulance takes good care for me.
Slowly I gain my strength.
From what was once the friendly face of night
now peers from all around on earthly soil
to rush among the shadows in delight
'til fear within the waining moonlight boils ~
and hidden in the darkness, waits to scream,
perhaps for freedom from this hopeless world,
or wake, and know it's only been a dream
in which our sanity is tightly furled.
For one who fears the moon's another spy
which creeps between the stars to steal the dark,
there is no peace when everything's a lie,
nor safety in a soul that swims with sharks.
Instead we're eaten by our own mistrust
and lost within the darkness where we're crushed...
The more you say, the less I hear,
The path ahead remains unclear.
The same old cycle, round and round,
I watch your lips move, without sound —
Lips that only speak in comparison,
Counting stars instead of choosing one.
The moon is whole in every shape it wears,
No one measures it, no one compares —
But I was counted, weighed, and set aside,
A star among stars, never the moon in your eyes.
You saw me at my best, my worst,
Couldn't tell the difference, either way —
'Cause you never took a glance,
And for that, I never stood a chance.
A Collaboration between Dorothy Gibbons and Natasha L Scragg first half Natasha second half Dorothy
I was lost in the land of Confused .com
When a Pink Power Ranger came to my aid
I told her of my techno trouble
But she admitted. " I'm afraid
We are in this land together
For I am confused as well "
Oh will anyone out there rescue us?
Only time will tell...
Aha ! I remember
Im Pink Power Ranger
Stops to think hmmm ... it's easy !
Techno problems are caused by men
Women are a smarter sex than that ...
Pink Power Ranger to the rescue
Eliminate all men from planet earth
A Collaboration Between Dorothy Gibbons and Natasha L Scragg First half Natasha. Second half Dorothy
I was lost in the land of Confused.com
When a Pink Power Ranger came to my aid.
I told her of my techno trouble
But she admitted, "I'm afraid
We are in this land together
For I am confused as well."
Oh, will anyone out there rescue us?
Only time will tell....
Aha! I remember
I'm the Pink Power Ranger
Stops to think hmmm... it's easy!
Techno problems are caused by men
Women are a smarter sex than that ...
Pink Power Ranger to the rescue
Eliminate all men from planet earth.
darkness consumes me
hidden from life's miseries
protected by night
Feeling lost and tensed
Being tired of everything
And obsessed with many things
What to do, don't know?
Just lost in myself, neither anyone nor everyone
Just finding myself in the world around me.
Worried about many things but the actual
worry isn't about finding myself,
Soo is about when?
Lost in myself but still can't find myself
The child inside me has gone far away
Given his shelter to an adult man,
responsibilities and realities......
Juggling high to be in the race of life
without quitting or looking back.
This word isn't so easy for living so
"Let me test myself,
Let me know the worth of my time and responsibilities"
It is not just about finding myself,
So is about what I have to become....
Oneday i will findout myself
But till then,
"Let the hunt go on"
"Let the hustle go on"
"Let me test myself"
"Let me find my path to find myself".
The destiny I am moving towards isn't easy,
Feeling scared to move alone
Hope to find myself soon
Accompany myself with me on the way to my destiny
The day I would find myself will be the beginning of my successful life.
Run with me
Lost with me
Run in the forest and dance our song
Lost in the forest with you
Forever young
Forever stuck with you
Forever stuck in my memory
Forever in the dark where the trees shade
Kiss me
love me
hurt me
kill me
kill you
Hate you but forever stuck in the forest
Love's hidden in the trees
Love that sinks in the swamp
Love the hurts your throat and lungs
Crazy when there are flowers and bees
Forever lost in the forest
Forever Shattered by your black Excalibur
Cover me in the vines that you say is love
Cover me in the bee stings that you say are not lies
Forever broken
Forever stuck
Forever in the forest with you.
I'm a spy in the house of time.
I'm the fool in these words of rhyme.
'Twas there I saw in your blue eyes
the dawning of a rose sunrise.
Moonbeams once shone on tousled hair,
but I'd no longer be seeing you there.
Dancing dreams of chantilly lace
disappeared with the image of your face.
Like a ghost, ever wand'ring these halls,
I'm blinded to the writing on the walls.
In spectral form, walls, I cannot touch,
as even as your fingertips, I want so much.
Searching for a happier song,
wondering, where - in the world, I went wrong.
Find me in time, looking for an absent sign.
Tell me again that you'll be mine.
Right in the middle of an ocean
You realise you're part of the life cycle
Staring right there at the big sun
The blinding light shuts down your IQ
The water seems to be overcoming you
Your saviour appears to be a big rock
Only if nightlight tales were true,
Then a shark's back wouldn't be a big shock
You wake up realising you slept the night
In a split second you feel something sharp
Of course your body is a shark's delight
It wouldn't care about all your crap.
By Michael faleti
Is your mind no longer serving you?
Is the method, the plan, not working?
Endless jobs, endless goals achieved... You have the answers but aren't full.
Did you know there is and always was a plan that was bigger than our minds could ever comprehend?
How deeply can you hear without your ears, dear Brother and Sister...?
How loudly can you hear your gut and the whispers from the wind?
Strength does not only lie in logic, nor in only empathy/intuition.
An epidemic of extremely intelligent minds... Lost in the loop.
Aging and Achieving, also emptying not filling.
Your mind isn't the one who knows your childhood self is waiting for you.
Start your life again... Do we continue attempting to control a divine and magical world ? Or flow with it and begin to plan how we actually want life to look...
Which includes time and space to hear yourself and your bodies whispers... Before it screams.
We build our later in life plan by not listening now.
God bless.
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