Time an elusive thread,
Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown.
From birth to death, its secrets keep winding,
Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories.
A journey through aeon, our pale blue dot's misfortune, vexed with time.
Lost in the vastness, like dust in the night.
Time, a silent machine, devours without sound,
Leaving ashes for unborn life.
From young to old, a cycle we trace,
Each slipt second a heartbeat, in time's endless loop.
Father Time, steady and wise, holds the key,
Co-existence of joy and sorrow, for you and me.
Time, an endless film.
Time a circle, loop of circles.
Tracing new path every moment.
In its loop, happiness and sadness unite.
Time, our last question, remains unsettled,
In its belly, our stories, yet to evolve.
Categories:
slipt, destiny, father, humanity, imagination,
Form: Other
thoughts, through
creases of clouds, came
eruption
full blown
eruption
dispersed
in shadow's
heat of sun
lying
long last languid of faith
split of pain
injection slipt
rejection
released from recluse
diary dealt
death of day
grey awaits
with night and comfort
to take all breath away
Categories:
slipt, age,
Form: Free verse
Father Sadness
Coupled sadness swept me away,
Unnoticed he slipt twixt happiness
and self as to say “Enuff of that”.
He of silent step razored sharp sense,
weary hand poised to balance lives.
She holding the hourglass of love,
The will to turn to show she should.
What marriage is this life bid
to bind at the alter of our love,
whilst suffering plays major key.
Whose chorus lay down bitter-sweet
note that choke and will not go down,
though swallow we must, or give offense.
Bridesmaids of hope and fate dressed
in smiles cut to quick cloth spun
by clutching, desperate hands.
Whose get compassion and empathy,
birthed from crack sadness full fleshed
thrust into heart shattering reality,
uniting, reminding, in this we are one.
Oh sweet sadness I could not
a finer marriage make,
nor love less than your twin, happiness.
Categories:
slipt, emotions, marriage,
Form: Prose Poetry
First Adam
Two hundred thousand years before the time of this,
Surfing spirits crost the terrible, the great murky abyss,
One Amilius in command, 5 Adams he had planned,
5 colours he'd insist, before the dawn of hist,
5 hardy human bands! Where ice and snow exists,
within the swirling mists, an Adam in command!
Populated from the stars, cave men smoking big cigars.
Spirit into bodys slipt, in the suitable fellas, {homonid}
Mind expanding, brain a growing, altered forms by spirit knowing,
Mind creates, forgotten knowing, dwell a bit on this!
Negative will draw you ought,
positive forever sought,
see your path a spiritual sort,
after bodies gone, WE exist!
negative IT is evils work,
depression spikes you like a dirk,
shake it off, command desist!
Like pulling teeth might get you pist:}
YOU are in charge of this...
Don Johnson
Homonids were possessed and altered to Homosapien by mental DNA adjustment, creating a human race with intelligent spirits in command. But sometimes the animal Homonid in rage or passion takes command ...a loose cannon...
Categories:
slipt, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Toe-n-Toe
and the flow, torrent flow,
tween toe n de toe,
it rose to a fever pitch,
tween her thighs,
she gripped him, just so!
the heat of the flesh ceased to itch,
just a bit.....
but he was rising and rising,
& rising some more,
and harder the fever got pitched,
he tried to escape,
but no giddy-up-go....
till into the black sweet exhaustion you know,
he slipped and he slipped bloody slipt......
Don
re:Debbie Duncan "She Waits"
Categories:
slipt, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Time kissed my hand
In attempt to comport my straying heart.
Held me warmly close to its heart
Beating slowly in a calm harmony.
Time walked beside me
Keeping me calm, making me smile.
Yet my heart leapt over the mind
That continued to lead me nowhere.
Time slipt away from me
Close my eyes and hand me a rose,
Blow me into an existence of broken clocks
Where time stands still at my demand
Time smiled at me
And said I will be fine.
I suffered the fate of mistakes
That caught up with my presence.
Time did more than shake my grounds
Reminding me of all I passed through
With not a scratch but lessons learned
All I knew held me hostage until I made peace.
Time taught, time loved,
Time spoke, comforted and healed.
Time smiled more than it frowned at me
Through it, in it and with it
I grew and came to know
That life happens in time…
By: Missty 2012
Categories:
slipt, time, me, me, time,
Form: Free verse
. SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD
The biting cold of early March's freeze
fell from the Arctic northlands down the main,
and froze to death the larks beneath the trees
then silently it crept the Kansas plain.
It slowed the pace of life to just a walk
for busy Texans on the Rio Grande
and failing citrus was the stuff of talk
until the blowing snow was close at hand;
they slipt and slid on farmways coated twice
unwilling to admit they didn't know
how one should drive a Lexus on this ice
or where-from blizzards come and where they go.
The rattle snake is burrowed safe and deep
the only place that's warm enough for sleep.
© ron wilson aka veebdosathe Doylestown Poet
Categories:
slipt, nature, snow, spring, winter,
Form: Sonnet
Black and grey, white decends the hymn of heaven, we fell for fools in this game, we lost
with prideless toughts, show me how long does it take to die, my wishes are below the earth
we walk, mother of Jesus, mother of all hells, mother of Lucifer, mother of all heavens, we
have stoled the queen of heaven, we have torned her name and slipt her troath, we are the
devils of our gods, we sin for pretty pleasures, bring this to my knees and spit to my face
the evening i die, family of faceless childs, I have stolen the evidence of this hollowed story,
that for now we decend this devils apetite to cruel oblivion...
For the one i once confied...
Att. Crow(TLMS)
Categories:
slipt, lost lovemother, mother,
Form: I do not know?
Boys want to impress
A good looking chest
With bling and ice
Its all fake dice
A girl makes a move
For a man with big shoes
He turns his back
Its all whack
When you walk down a street
And pass him on th way
You looking into each others eyes
And your heart starts to fly
But a girls got her arms around him
And it was only the pigeons flying
Its that girl he's buying
Too bad she's looking good
"Hey Shawty"
That stuff dont work no more
Its like i slipt from the gore
Gatta get some more mojo from the vodoo store
another rap?=p
I wish they had a category for "fake love"
Categories:
slipt, peoplegirl,
Form: Rhyme
The darkness has my soul
no light can be seen
no one can be found
to help me out of the darkness
maybe one day
someone will come
save me from the depths of darkness
my soul has slipt into
until then i will sit in the darkness
an wait for my white knight
to come save me.
Categories:
slipt, depressionme,
Form: I do not know?