The scars are warm and fresh,
The blood flows red.
I have minutes to spend,
A little love to mend.
To whom?
I still don’t know.
The past is perfect;
I see it from a safe spot.
Its scent lingered,
From an oud-rosy cot.
I have a future to share,
A vision...to come.
I still wait for it,
I don't know for how long!
Three tenses
in one body.
Blurry whispers,
I heard in the lobby.
In the blackest nights,
I wore a dress so gaudy.
To remind myself,
even when the scars are fresh,
when the past fades,
Like a childhood friend,
and when the future is
a treacherous chess,
I still have a little love...
To mend.
I
Beans amaze for giving
As do marigolds, maize, corn
One seed uncoils worlds
II
How to think multiverse
Humans are - feelings fool us:
Seeds: one & many, past & future
Joyous heart tenses, flame flickers
Light of awareness dulls
Soul is still but ego bickers
Poignant lulls, joy throb culls
Void dweller, detached stance
To flow of life does dance
In divine entwined trance
Enslaved by senses
Joyous heart tenses
13-December-2021
Quietus
How it mocks your mind to think
a thing your faith affirms as tenet.
You tussle with the doctrinal ink:
was there an inaugural minute?
"Always existed," can that be right?
The thought swevels all your senses.
Saints with you do mull and marvel
trapped in past and present tenses.
The picture will clear on a day hence
when puzzles will be pieced complete.
They will make heaven-sent sense
as in tears we kneel at Jesus' feet.
Life Tenses.
Its Past,Present,Future connection,
A sisterly chained interconnection,
Each without the other,
Will not wholly exist.
My past never I can catch hold of,
But sure can link it to,
Present is the morsel on my palate,
Try to taste it every moment,
Future is my enfranchised dream,
I await every minute of it,
It encloses the aims of my life.
Contest:Past,Present,Future.
Sponsor:Nayda.I.Negron
22/11/2016
Strange, how often we think on the past
For it's the one thing we cannot change
Yet humans just cannot grasp that truth
And even I have tried to rearrange
Try and try, though try we might-
The past is forever locked in the past
The future is only what matters now
For the future- the future will last
It's funny, though...
How we live in the present
When the present is so short a time
The future is endless and endless
And past is only good for a rhyme
Cracks in the broken glass.
Dust turns to ash.
Past, present, and future tense.
Why is it that nothing I ever say can make sense?
No one really knows me.
And yet, all I manage to do is nod my head and agree.
Petina rust in the brass.
The sun is gone within a flash.
What have I become?
Since when was pain the only thing I could welcome?
Probably when I lost everyone I knew.
When all I ever knew became a slew.
A mess of things that never make sense.
I'm caught in the past tense.
Emotions harsh and crass.
Finding some glass to smash.
So I could relieve the pain.
The insanity of being sane.
All I'll ever be to you is a slacker drop out.
To you, I'm just a dumb lout.
So tell me why no one knows me.
And why I can only agree.
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