Time slips in and out
when doing the something you like.
Time slips out and in,
when doing something you hate,
but how can we truly measure,
time,
when there is so little time,
yet not enough time.
Hours pass as they all do,
but I have no time left.
No time left to be me.
So much time to be me.
Yet I have so much,
time left to be me.
How will I know,
if time is too much,
or too little?
Only a decade in a century
Only a year in a decade
Only 12 months in a year.
Only 4 weeks in a month.
Only 52 weeks in a year.
Only 7 days a week.
Only 365 days in a year.
Only 24 hours in a day.
Only 60 minutes in an hour.
Only 60 seconds in a minute.
So much time,
Yet so little time.
I wish I had more time.
The cars move steadily on the streets, drowning out the busy rhythm of unpaved slick roads. Outside, long afternoon shadows stretch across the pavement. Everything shifts incredibly loud, moving to a choreography we steadily notice until the music of traffic stops and the city dance concludes.
we move
in circles
chasing city dance
brief move on slick roads
the spinning world will never slow down for us
we stay together in dark
then rest
You look up at the sky at night;
letting Nature's beauty awe you.
And see ebony pierced by light —
devoid of all traces of blue.
And you feel small
amidst it all.
You watch a shooting star take flight;
enjoying a breathtaking view.
And savor a cosmic delight
that takes a split second or two —
A pause in time
that feels sublime.
Seek out videos posted by Ronald
Bernard..'' Ronald who??? i hear you think
He's just an ex illuminati banker..Later an
Anti lucifarian, a supporter who lifts more
Of the cover, on what was once hid. So
Poetry soupers, i offer a mike to you..
There is much written on here of love,
Peace; and harmony..So i trust you will
Come through.! All blessings in
advance. ( PS ) I believe at this time the reported
Suicide? Of former banker Simon Andriez has
Occured also involved in lucifarian money moving
And witness of epsteins circle of activity.'
Time, as my teacher, lifelong
What have I learned?
"Through every wait's willingness
To cry, die in
Need confirming?
Patience! Whose sagged, slumped end is
Joy-leapt relief.
A week's, for that fluffy toy.
A year's - longer
Girl-pet; softer".
why did the tea kettle whistle?
I take cold tap water
heat applied
rolling bubbles
hissing
weak turbulence
molecules escape
into gas phase
pressure inside rises
above atmospheric pressure
steam accelerates
into a high-speed jet
interacts with surrounding air
and the edges of the whistle
alternating regions
of higher and lower pressure
again
and again
the whistle
a cavity
at a particular
resonant frequency
air inside the chamber
begins oscillating
sound wave modifies
airflow through the opening
altered airflow produces
another pressure fluctuation
reinforces the sound wave
alters airflow
feedback loop
frequency determined
by geometry
chamber
opening
air column
not simply
how hot the water is
perhaps best explained
I turned on the burner
water got hot
steam came out
the whistle blew
why do I have incurable cancer?
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Take Time,
God’s Faith Offering --
We can only empty
Returning with us
hopefully less than
how we entered
Having learned something
of love's greater value
when the trumpet sounds
and that dude in a cloak
does his Campy Dark Dance….
Every Sunday, I say to myself,
Sunday already, Monday already,
Then the week goes by quickly,
Already Tuesday, Already Saturday,
Every Sunday, I say to myself,
Life is made of seconds,
We can’t stop them,
Can’t forget Lucille, or Marion.
Every Sunday, I say to myself,
Already Sunday, already Monday,
Already Thursday, Already Saturday,
The weeks are very similar,
They go by like seconds.
Once upon a time not too long ago there was a land
where men and women were free! A place we are told
ruled by democracy. “United we stand, divided we fall”
became the creed, the chant of all. Slowly at first a malaise
took charge and infected everyone.
Humpty Dumpty stood tall on his wall to see what was the
matter. Then Humpty slipped, took a great fall and landed
with splash and splatter. All of his buddies and foes,
suffering from bereft just looked at their toes and left.
That was when the spider, a stoic politician, became
a decider and said with volition: vote for me, vote for me
and forever stay free!
And so it came to pass that in the land of the free,
the politico and his peers prospered by enticing voters
with lies and false promises. What was once a democracy
became a politocracy: a government of the politician,
by the politician and for the politician.
United they stand and divide us all!
Time meets no resistance -
no grand display
or hustle ~
Guffaw from the potter's field
Sands of time slip through the glass
An existence with a million moments drift past
Each grain a lifetime of pain and despair
While others spread joy and hope we can share
A place where past, present and future collide
Gone in an instant, yet oh what a wonderful ride
The seasons pass by alarmingly fast; a deadline comes due
Buckle up, the time has come for chaos to ensue
There is a beginning, is there truly an end
The path forges up and down, with a twist and a bend
Questions hang like the infinite stars from above
Answers will elude, until time gives that little shove
We believe now is real
The future beyond
The past is sealed
We are alive and we are dead
It has no meaning to what is said
The present darkness will not gather
Yesterday and tomorrow will not shatter
When time begins there is no before
When time will end there is no after
The truth inside is what you find
When you leave the illusion behind
There was a time when happiness
seemed to me the only way of life.
Summer seemed to last forever
as if freedom had been served to me
on a big beautiful silver platter.
Youth was timeless and grand
with rainbows forever adorning the skies.
Whatever went wrong?
Hickory dickery doc, the arms move on the clock, you count the minutes until it's 12, the tears in your eyes begin to well. You write the letters in your books, to mom, to dad, anyone who would be glad, you count the seconds until its 12, until i get to move out of this hell, you tie the rope, you grab the chair, but you just stand there, the rope around your neck but not kicking the chair. You wait, wait until it's 12 and it finally comes, but you're scared, you cry until your eyes are dry, scared to die. So you untie the rope, get off the chair, your neck feels bare. You look at the clock and think in your mind "what would happen if i did it blind".
An ounce of time
cannot be bought
with a 100 pounds of gold
And never spent
but only lived
— no moments bought or sold
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
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