No time for thinking,
Or for any blinking.
Life moves rapidly,
increasing steadily.
It runs by time itself,
No more do you recognize yourself.
Wrinkles and gray hair,
a body with tears and wear.
The thief runs by unperceived,
leaving the naked eyed deceived.
But the body does know,
And the truth of time it shows.
Time will change the way we look
the way we speak and how we act
time will change our state of mind
and the places we once knew as home
time will take away our safe zones
take away our escapes and leave us lost
time will take away our friends
and everyone we love the most
time will take away my pride
steal my control, steal my sanity
time might even take you away
the one person i hold the dearest
time might just be cruel enough
to let me love and attach to you
and rip it apart in the blink of an eye
but there is one thing time cannot change
time will twist the words
destroy our dreams and steal the joy
time will bring back the painful parts
and pull us into darkness
all this that time can do
but what time will never be able to
it can't take away our happy memories
or my love for you
Time after time the pain happens tears drop you feel emty your heart bruns and the
mind wonders why ... You keep askin what did you do waiting to hear someone tell
you where you went wrong ... Time after time you pick yourself up you brush off
yesterday and the drak clouds it left .. Just to face another day thats no diffrent from
the last ... Time after time sadness comes you see yourself falling apart .. you know
you feel you breath who you are but it slowly sliping away ... Time after time your
standing all alone hoping for that chance praying for change but nothin ever comes..
Time repeats and after it repeats there only one way to stop time ..
In weathered age it regresses
A weathered mind which one assesses
For there's only one
That time caresses
Only one
That time possesses.
If you're reading this
while trying to be strong
trying to hold on to whats right
while ignoring all thats wrong
If you can look at your skin
and find his mark
yet know it can't compare
to the one that's on your heart
If you're reading this
and it's hard to breathe
as emotions you harbored
are wiped on your sleeve
It's time to make changes
and admit the pain you're in
admit you're worth way more
than you'll ever be worth to him
Don't wait til it's too late
and we both know what I mean
I was once right where you are
my life in painful words on a screen
So from one girl to another
It's not too late to fix
you still have time to walk away
If you're reading this
Time being colossal,
a spin had to be found,
two covers, a book we call
it a beginning and an end.
In time we tick off a digestible
portion;
calling it our own,
walking between the covers
hoping never to get lost again,
Time being just that;
A definition,
always as slippery as an heel
each eureka, an inflated sense
of discovery.
But time never allowing itself to
be touched,
but rather a brief feel,
living among each tick of the
clock,
close enough but still a mystery,
and as time becomes another
space in time,
we are out of words in trying to
tell the others,
about this other demention,
where the sun never sets,
where it all revolve's into wonders
and signs,
a world balancing on a super natural
precision,
out-pacing thoughts,
leaving behind paper and pen.
The story about time running
around,
catching at the wind like children.
My time is all I have -
to celebrate each day,
the hours I choose,
to spend them my way...
My time is all I have -
to give the world something new,
the hopes and dreams of all of us,
everyone, not just a chosen few...
My time is all I have -
to share a kind word
with everyone I meet,
pleasantries are all that's heard...
My time is all I have -
to make a smile appear
on the face of a small child,
who then grins ear to ear...
My time is all I have -
to help a lost soul rebuild,
to see the wonderful result
of the newness that's revealed...
My time is all I have -
to love someone fully,
my actions are louder than words,
to never treat anyone cruelly...
My time is all I have -
to live in God's way,
to understand the fullness of life,
and thank Him when I pray.
Can you tell me whats real and whats my imagination
I feel like I been dreaming all this time and then I find
That It all could be true,
Yet it all could be made up
Who am I
To judge what is reality
And
Define that which is make-Believe
I cant grasp what has happened here to me
And you
Were you
Are you
Reality
Or
Just
A
Figment of my imagination
I just dont know anymore
Maybe one day we'll better understand this place that we reside in
Maybe you will be real
And this love thats grown here will be real
But
What
If
Its not...
What do we do then
How does it all work then
And will the thoughts that we question
Ever be
Answered
Then how would reality be separated from dream and imagination
But is it separate now
Do you even exist
What about me
Am I sane
Or is this
What my
Brain
Has
Done
Engulfing everything that ever made sense to me
Maybe I will understand it someday
Someday is an awful long time away
Is time a disposable commodity?
It can be bought and sold for a day’s work.
It can be wasted on things with no perk.
That we value it is no oddity.
As time passes, understanding is found.
No experience can be removed.
So, make well of each day; it is behooved.
Around the clock, choices abound.
Wisdom in wanting leads to success.
Focusing on goals directs one way.
Providing purpose to every day.
It is not easy, I must confess.
Embrace the commodity without strife.
Time with love shared is time well spent.
When seeking one's paths, man must not relent.
Remember that choices decorate life.
© December 2, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Oh for the time to find time,
And understand it’s demand on me if I can,
Let it be understood that if I could I would,
But the subject is much pursued and misconstrued.
You see before I wrote I began to dote on time this time.
And knew that when I would finally view.. my words,
It would be the future it would…or should..
That was in the past and as you see it did not last,
So in the past the future was yet to be here, I fear,
That past crashed which is evident in the words I've spent.
As I write, this thought arises that I fight,
That this present line in time will pass and quite fast.
That past is behind and the present will be in kind ,
And it too just passed but pay that no mind,
Because this last line passed that was once the future and did not last,
And soon this poem’s written future will end.. Ain’t that a gas? - Oops, it passed !
Tic Tac goes the clock
And time don’t rewind
So don’t waste time
because you only have One time to shine.
Make your light be so bright that not even
The darkest night darken your inner light.
Another year passes, those days are all gone
I think of time wasted, and know there was none
For those moments I sat, idle and still
Preserved me from feeling over the hill
They gave me the strength to get on my way
And do things I should have done yesterday
All the times that I stood, and quietly listened
To friends of mine, who’ve thought, "it’s the end"
Is time I’ll get back, with interest you see
When they stop and listen, to what troubles me
Each peaceful moment, with nothing to do
I'll spend admiring the glorious view
Back down the year, the milestones laid
The things I've achieved and memories made
The time is not lost, it's carefully measured
Stored in my mind, and forever treasured
Outside my window
cars are rushing by
Inside my window
life is rushing by
Vote for eternity!
Let the savage howls
of the multitude
fade in your mind
Now is the time
for you to escape
I'll join you
we'll need a getaway car
and a heavy sense of peace
I believe we can
journey to a better place
if we join hands
before dawn breaks
we'll have escaped
the onrush of time
Learn to live peacefully
blissfully unaware of
the world's troubles
Seeking shelter from the storm
we'll find the perfect spot
Somewhere in the distance
Eternity road beckons
Let's not be too late
to answer its call
Ticking away is the clock,
which slowly moves on.
No time shall ever pass,
between the realm of life.
Thinking what I have done,
and that I shouldn't have,
It's more about the time I have spent,
to fulfil my wildest dreams.
Thinking back the days I've wasted,
Thinking about it now.
It's time that has wasted,
it's time that begone.
Theres been movies and myths for sure
Only time will tell if there will be gore
So we wait and wait
For our what if ending date
So now we wait, time is a bore
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