The heat is overwhelming here,
So we’ve been trapped inside,
Except for walking to the car,
Where cool air does preside.
With time to kill, my husband found
Old movies on TV,
Some Groucho films without his sibs,
Not known to him or me.
We still found him hilarious,
A genius at his craft.
I’d be suspicious of a soul
Who watched and never laughed.
The film that followed had the other
Brothers, which just means
More chances to crack up
In many other crazy scenes.
Though people go to Florida
To loll around a beach,
I’m glad, when weather’s Venus-like,
These films are in our reach.
Finding time,
Finding something else of mine,
I had it but it is gone...
What went wrong?
More valuable than gold,
Money spent,
Possessions sold,
All there is left would be time,
Really all that matters to me is if you are a friend,
Or does this rhyme,
Make me a mime with a piece of paper...
Think about that later.
If you will,
Still,
There is a LOT of time to kill.
Tick,
Tock;
Hopefully NOT Tik Tok.
Just Saying,
Maybe praying,
Sane all the same?
NOT quite that lame.
Warm in the parking Garage. How kind of the Buffalo museum.
No dawdling when we use an alternative exit. No time to kill.
Jack Frost skin to skin
not thermal underwear
clothes suddenly
disappear
even in minutes
flesh is ice
I cannot stop time and I guess I never will
I'm always trying to find the time but I never
Have time to kill
I make an appointment with a time and date
I like to arrive at the appointed time as I have no time to wait
I have a life clock that will count as my life goes by
My life clock started when I was conceived
And will stop when I die
So remember don't put off till tomorrow what you can doToday
You will regret not living a full life when your time has faded away .
Each year that I live
Each burden for all the years
Every emotion that I give
Followed by each bucket of tears
I wonder Oh God, what shall I do?
I have searched the universe
Looking for divine truth since my youth
What is my purpose?
Am I a tool for you?
Every relationship I get burned
Every friendship overturned
Every dollar I’ve earned is from tedious work
Still, I yearn
My hopes and dreams remain unfulfilled
Every waking moment continues to be time to kill
Show me the way for there is account
For all of my breaths
Because I am running out of time and patience
And it’s causing anxiety and stress
Please kiss and run, my only son
Her body is on fire.
Water rises,
Whisky on the table,
A unique type of gold in a glass,
That type of woman isn’t in your social class
Moments like these are meant to last
No money to spend, but time to kill.
My only son, a fall from grace,
Or a plunge from the hill
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher:
That girl is on fire! Try not to diss
A battle beyond hopelessness for a woman in the ghetto
A segment of labor and a segment of pain
My son it appears that you are navigating your life
In a fast pace of unsophisticated women:
...
1 Peter 5:8 Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
you are a fire
an endless light
so guide me home
I'm yours tonight
and if I stay
I'll keep you safe
from the troubles
that make you wake
so here's my wish
for tomorrow
we'll make a list
dreams to follow
and if it takes
more than a day
we'll take our time
and that's okay
we've time to kill
more than ever
I hope it will
take forever
It’s a lovely winter’s day, isn’t it
Gotta spend it the same way as I did
Yesterday and days before, what a thrill
Hope to find today some more time to kill
Off I go, with some money to burn
To the Spar and back again to my home
Got a little celebration to throw
Put some music now I don’t feel alone
Honegger’s 4th, why not, just for fun
Then I may incline to Band on the Run
Then it can be Free, or Bad Company
Something that is much admired by me
Wine and music, watchers films on youtube
Seaside towns, with narration on mute
That’s my day, and yours might be quite the same
Play it loud, before the night ends the game.
Don't give it out
What you don't want
What you're getting
You gave time past
Your input creates
Your output doubled.
Galatians 6:7-8
Do not be deceived
God cannot be mocked
A man reaps what he sows
When the clock ticks
Times unviel it all.
Ecclesiastes 3
Time to be born and to die
Time to plant and to uproot
Time to kill and to heal
Time to weep and to laugh
Time to mourn and to dance
Time to search and to give up
Time to keep and to throw away
Time to tear and to mend
Time to be silent and to speak
Time to love and to hate
Time for war and for peace.
A fly that always evades us.
We are in a rush.
With no time to kill a fly.
One that is already about to die.
So we leave it to land on the sink.
We leave the house to get away and think.
Flys, wasps, and other horrible things.
Are what the outdoors seem to bring.
We always get a swarm.
Which happens when it’s warm.
Opening the screen drives me mad.
Why are the mosquitoes so bad?
Why is it never a pretty butterfly?
Why is it only the gross bugs that get inside?
Centipedes and spiders.
I don’t like either.
But when I see a fly in a web…
Maybe some bugs are better instead.
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
The summer looms, with days to fill
Since things are not routine.
No school means extra time to kill;
No rules to intervene.
Yet structure helps to pass the time,
So people won’t be bored
And having fun is not a crime;
It is its own reward.
Once plans are made, it’s extra nice
To set some time aside
To laze around and roll the dice,
For life will be the guide.
(To be sung to the tune of "Cruella DeVil")
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla
She’s better for you
than a sleeping pill.
Need sleep? See
Vanilla DeVil.
She’s simply plain;
if she were some ice cream,
she’d never be
an interesting one.
No caramel swirl.
No flavor has this girl.
She is the antidote
for having fun!
A humorless girl,
such bad company.
She hates to go out, so
what good is she for?
Avoid her when you have
some time to kill.
Vanilla Vanilla DeVil.
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla DeVil
Tick tock
The seconds sound
Minutes pass
Hands go round
Watched clock
Hours fly
Days disappear
Nights go by
Tick tock
Weeks come and go,
The pendulum swings
To and fro
Watched clock
Sand falls
Months turn into years
Life calls
Tick tock
Time doesn’t stand still
Watched clock
No time to kill.
There's nothing better than a steak,
Providing it's spiced with care.
Whether ribeye, filet, or strip,
Just make mine medium rare.
Then you have your feathered friends,
Either turkey, duck or chicken.
You can bake or crispy fry,
The Colonel says it's finger lickin'.
And don't forget about the swine,
Barbequed chops, loins, or ribs.
If you slather it with sauce,
You should always wear your bibs.
So meat me in St. Louis,
If you have some time to kill.
You best believe before you leave,
You're sure to get your fill.
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