seconds tick
minutes flow
hours pass
this I know
months have flown
and so, the years
age has caught me
could fill with fears__
but your assurance
in the Word
as Isaiah says
even in old age, I will bear you up
Proverbs 16:31
Job 12: 12
Leviticus 19:32
Isaiah 46: 4
Psalms 71: 18-19
Just read two different articles
About a certain tick -
The lone star - which can make
A person very, very sick.
Of course, we’ve heard of Lyme disease
(Which deer ticks often spread),
But lone stars may cause allergies
Which make some people dead.
A syndrome, known as alpha-gal,
Passed on by this tick’s bite,
May trip a strange reaction
Which the body cannot fight.
So someone eating burgers
Or a lamb chop or a steak
Might go into shock if prior,
A tick’s bite his skin did break.
It seems ironic that in summer,
Life is lived outside,
The perfect place where all these
Little buggers like to hide.
.
tricks mine think
each thuh dayz
daze
'pon hern simple
appear
her'z
tip t'ward
toe'z
mine
smilez
click
click
drop frock
thuh
click
'gainst
ourn
gooses bump'd
slip stuck
tickle
click click click
tickle
stuck
poet tree monks...
flower
in blooms
as a...
bud-is-tick change
and
sew...
a flower marking
days and hours of life
in/out
and of
time-change
a bud is 'tic'
(a second) on
'natures clock'
len
1 2 3 4 let’s have a holy war
5 6 7 8 seed hate and propagate
9 10 11 12
***
Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock
Facing racing against a time bomb clock
Tick tock our great leaders in the dock
Should and could have got more stock
Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block
Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock
As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock
Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock
Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock
In their mouths forcefully placing that sock
Throw away the keys after turning the lock
Tick tock, tick tock
If I don't get help I'm going to drop
Tick tock, tick tock
Sleep deprivation is a ticking clock
Tick tock, tick tock
My body's about to go into shock
Tick tock, tick tock
My mind has hit a massive road block
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Tick tock, tick tock
All I'm doing is watching the clock
Can't sleep, can't eat
Can't sit still in my moulded seat
Can't concentrate, brain turned off
I hope this breakdown is a one off
Figures moving, I am scared
Can't lift my legs to go down the stairs
Voices talking, their so loud
It's like I'm standing in a crowd
Want to die but want to live
Undecided if I'll survive
Tick tock, tick tock
There it is that damn clock
Turn it off, it needs to end
I take back all iv said
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Time to end or time to begin
I have to find the strength within
Tick tock, tick tock
It's my mind I need to lock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
It's the end, iv smashed the clock
Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack
There is no corner to get stuck.
You may pause to get a snack,
But again you hear the Tick,
Soon followed by the Tack —
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack.
Money clinks to this rhythm,
Bodies wet and dry.
Faces smile and wrinkle,
Tears drop and dry
By Ticks and Tacks.
Pain comes and goes.
Trees dry and rain falls.
Wings cease to flap while
Realities turn to distant memories.
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack
Children become parents,
Parents become kids,
And hearts stop their beat.
Days and nights run back to back.
The rhythm turns them to weeks, months, and years,
Steadily turning our ages to gold —
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack.
I see the ticking time bomb on the wall
As I sit in a chair with my hands tied behind my back not able to escape
My breath goes to my chest
As I hear the ticking time bomb go tick. Tick. Tick!
I know there is no escape
So I sit here and try to find some peace with my eventual demise
I close my eyes because I do not want to see what becomes of me
And I cry for myself for the life I have lost and the life I will not have.
In early years, we introduce
Our kids to rhymes of Mother Goose
And then move up to Dr. Seuss
In hopes that joy will stick.
In school, most teachers reproduce
Some famous poems and then induce
Their students, taking no excuse,
To write their versions, quick.
This seems like language arts abuse
And children might just say vamoose
When rhyme and rhythm, like a noose,
Constrain them, tight and thick.
To me, though, as you might deduce,
My rhyming helps my thoughts flow loose,
So ‘til my brain runs out of juice,
It’s what will make me tick.
Let's face it
as sure as tock follows tick
(be it ever-so quick)
then tick follows tock
when hands dial in circles
and wind around the clock
unless the spring is broken
the world will spin
no matter the weather
or shape it's in
at least in my lifetime
as for better or worse it survives
ad infinitum or until
eternity eventually arrives
Welcome world in timing
The clock
A watch
Time revolting and accelerating
Every moment through the seconds, hours and minutes in precise
Precious times
Time maneuvering faster than anybody can keep up
Contributing and fulfilling
Finish what you start while you have time
No one knows when time will suddenly stop
All of us are on a stop watch being a sand glass time observe
Committed to exact
Time after time
Minutes to spare
Seconds complete
Hour up
Timed out.
Tick tok
What do you want to do?
Do you want to have roommates
And have a full house
Or do you want to live by yourself?
I want to live by myself
Why? Because I like it
I can do whatever I want
Go whenever I want
And don’t have to answer to nobody
And don’t have to account for what I did or didn’t do
Does it feel like marriage?
You fool that is marriage
I am talking about roommates
Roommates marriage same thing
Not the same
Ahh that
Just the same
Too much headaches-problems
I’d rather be on my own
Lonely
Yet happy
Hah who is asking me?
God?
Not Him
He wouldn’t be asking me
He knows what I want
And what I don’t want
So who is asking you?
Me!!! Haha
How much prescience
did you leave behind
futures left unfelt
How much transience
were you denied
with aces left undealt
How many doors
stayed closed and shut
no matter how hard you knocked
How many chances
did you waste
— as you slaved before the clock
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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