Time and Tide
On the blooming horizons of my mind
The wine of your love and beauty,
Splashes its flavor, on my lips and life
Sometimes you quench my thirst, O love
By becoming my Sunlight or a candle light,
Which burns,to remove the darkness of night.
Sometimes you take away the flames of heat,
When you spread the wings of your coolness on my life.
How mysterious is the game of life, O love
The intoxicating wine of youth, beauty and love,
Always sweeps away our senses to an extent,
That we began to float on the winds of time and tide.
Knowing very well that time gone by
Will never return us except in our memories
The glory of those wonderful moments.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 13th June 2011.
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There is a mirror
Beyond a woman's heart
Beyond the image of man
(Beyond your wife and father)
That shows you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
And still
The mirror can be
The surface of the calmest Inland Sea
Of white time
Which moves so quickly
It appears to stop and still
Reflections
Reflections
Of a lifetime met
Since highchairs became
Stares across the dinner table
Now appearing in your shaving mirror
Each morning
Are not you
But touch and word and play
Reflections of
Eyes of others
Eyes of others
Re-presenting you to you
As they see and feel
And hear and move you
As reflections of THEIR selves
Your mother's son. your father's son, your son's father
Your sister's brother, your brother's keeper
Keeping in these echoes THEIR identities
Folded in the surround protected from
The shattering
The shattering
The mirror can be
Of illusion of force and ceremony
Of bonds and chains and 'sposed-to -bes
Images of custom fractured
Rank and riches crown and king fall to
Nothing
Nothing
Scattered ashes on the waves
And ripples of time beyond you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
The thought to trash the truth took them
Through their trying time
Thinking that the throng truly trash the truth they trust’d through time
The throng till the test’d truth till time took them
Their triumph through time they thought through tranquility
Than time took them till the truth triumph through time
Though through thorough tactful tough time
To trash their total travail thoughtlessly
True thought they thought taking time…
To totally trust the test’d truth
Than the throng they trust’d.
Words can't describe what's occuring in her mind,
The lies, and unfaithfulness drowning in the tears of her eyes.
She's in too deep the ocean of deceit,
Someone is needed to make her life complete.
When he left she found herself overwhelmed with cries,
And she decided to take part in a series of lies.
Is there a second chance for this grieving soul?
As time passes by, recovering is her only goal.
Although time is passing, the memories stay fresh in her head,
How will she take it when she finds out that he's dead?
Beyond the tropical paradise
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Beyond the tropical paradise
And deep underneath the ocean
waves at the very bottom of the sea
There lies old ships and treasures
from the ship wrecks of the past
Where haunting figures remains
are forever frozen in a time lapse
From people who had lost there lives
and were
laid to rest in there final resting place
And it was not by there own choice
Yet as time progressed there remains
were covered by the plankton of the sea
And it leaves one to question all of there
belongings that were left behind
underneath the new and existing coral reefs
Should all there treasures that are found
be left untouched or should
they all be put into a museum for all to cherish
They said you weren't beautiful, now you are glomming.
They said you have character flaw, now you are a teacher and mentor.
They said you ain't worth to be called a lady, now a mother you are.
If all that glitters were gold, then maybe they would have been able to see what you possess
inside of you.
Now, they wonder what magic happened to you.
Little did they know that it wasn't magic.
Now everybody wants to know what changed inside of you.
Now they say it is a miracle, seeing what you have become.
They ask you and you don't know what to tell them because you don't understand what
happened yourself.
When next they ask you, my angel, tell them that it is JUST YOUR TIME because this time
has come to stay with you forever.
The Curse of Time
I was created eternal a continuous flow of energy in motion.
I received the curse of time through the fruit of a love potion.
I lusted, hungered, and thirst for the curse,
Now worst
Time is my conqueror, and at this time I am defeated.
My journey is to be seated,
in eternity once again,
a place where time has never been.
Time is a ruler of my thoughts,
my love, my movement,
my total existence,
now my mission is to be persistence
in my struggle to be eternal again,
but to conquer the curse of time,
death has to become my friend.