lavender rain
fingers windowpanes.
the old clock
forgets directions,
letting autumn storms
wander through
its hands
Time
a prisoner
in a Bedouin’s dream
Shadows
moving
on the sand
Distance
like bars
that trap you within
The farther you
travel
— the less you command
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
when a heated argument finally ends
has anybody won
when the fight’s to the finish
seems both sides are done
when the smoke of battle clears
few and hollow are the cheers
when the war goes on and on and on
~ so does the con
My name is Johnny Golightly,
I’m a travelling salesman of a differential kind.
I’m here to sell you something simply divine.
Something very exquisite, something unique indeed
Something very wonderful that everyone wants
And that everyone needs.
It has something to do with what we’ve already got
But somewhere in time it has simply got lost,
Forgotten or buried in the Garden last Fall.
It most definitely has to do with God’s grande design
The human mind, a Cosmic gold mine.
I ask for nothing in return for this knowledge of mine
No money can buy but selling I am
This concept of storing up stories within…
Each person a chapter, each generation a gem
Each dream that is realized is what makes us transcend
And the Book of Life never ends.
It is just a matter of time,
While travelling a very fine line
Flip thru the pages, forward and back
Is like flipping through Ages of glorious gak.
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 paved slick roads. Outside, long afternoon shadows stretch across the city grid. Everything shifts incredibly loud, moving to a choreography we steadily notice until the music of traffic stops and the city becomes quiet again.
we move
in circles
racing through green lights
fast move on slick roads
the spinning world will never slow down for us
still on the asphalt we yield
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?
========
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
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