Thought is a disorder an inheritance from the pain that's gone before
Close the door to though and you will feel pain no more
The silence that I feel is above the conjured image and the self will
I have found peace and calm at last and the beauty and love I thought was lost
Hush now you memory that dares to break this bliss
Like a snake it slithers in my mind with its ever present hiss
Time, a human invention if ever there was one,
Though tiss laid blame or credit at the foot of a Supreme Being.
Time a vessel in which to pour our lives,
Time is a skin a measuring stick.
A something to pit one moment against another.
Time is one man's perception of motion,
against one woman's perception of reality.
Time is a tool yet is used as a cage.
How lost would we be if all the clocks ticks ran away with the tocks,
If they pulled down the shutters and headed for the docks.
Time does not heal pain but pain respects time as a coping strategy.
If we all did today what we did yesterday only better,
We would have moved in time but backwards.
Time can't measure the kiss or be home to the beat of a lover's heart.
The hour hand bent over and lifted me up to a high place and said.
"Wrap yourself in yesterday plan for tomorrow but live for today".
"I can see," said I, today is now and here, and I am alive.
This here this you this is us, this second is now so now is forever,
and as for the tomorrow well, tiss said that tomorrow never comes
Today I hurt you.
And tomorrow I will hurt you again.
I apologize, in advance, for the pain I have, had and will cause you.
For the days must be twice as long for you, wondering what you ever did to make me like
this towards you.
But don’t bother asking me.
I don’t know myself.
It comes over me, like a dream.
Coming and going, causing pain and hurt wherever it turns.
For nothing can stop this black flood that is turning my heart to tears.
The days keep passing by
yet nothing seems to change
This endless tale of loneliness
gets lost up in the sky
Then that sky gets darker
the rain begins to fall
and suddenly it's clear to me
I should have seen before
every time you hurt me
the pain just makes me stronger
when you say you love me
I pretend that I don't care
I have my life to live
a story I must write
I have my past my present
and a future yet to live
each morning that I wake
the pain subsides a bit
each new memory I make
they all help me forget for
awhile