CHRISTMAS TIME IS DIFFERENT
Christmas time is different, it now comes twice a year
More time for celebration, with family that is near
We’ve created another life style, in our golden years
Fitting in some southern seniors, as we’re shifting gears
We’ll gather in October, with our loved ones in the north
Then avoid the hustle and bustle, of travel back and forth
So we’ll be in Arizona, when Santa comes to call
Basking in the sunshine and dancing in the hall
We’ll be thinking of our family, freezing in the snow
Slippin’ and a slidin’, everywhere they go
We’ll check them out on facetime, to make sure nothing’s wrong
And join them in a chorus, of their favorite Christmas song
Tell us that you’ll miss us, but that won’t make us stay
We’ll see you in the springtime, not that far away
Or come to Arizona and we’ll show you why we’re here
You can join us in our happy hour and share our Christmas cheer
Throughout history, our nature seeks answers
To the elusive, and then to define.
Foraging for roots that are fundamental,
To their infancy and our bottom line.
Looking back with relative importance, the
Infinite wisdom found it interwoven with space.
As our efforts then sought the miniscule,
With nanoseconds and Plancke time at the base.
Yet these descriptions are not observable,
Remaining hidden by shadows unknown.
Where innate behaviors tease of causality,
And quantum geometry that's deduced and grown.
Yet with a community of science fiction,
Their ideas seem plentiful to share.
As machines are thought to travel back and forth,
With past, present, and futures to dare.
So it seems our journey follows both science
And imagination, along this defining quest.
Such that if and when an answer is found,
The time will be right, and we can put it to rest.
My Favored
My heart beats faster when you are near.
I can not think straight.
I have been blindsided by a moving truck,
that has no tangible substance.
Your beauty is breathless,
as that is the feeling I have...
I can not keep up with the dreams
that I wish to make... with you.
The hopes that I want to dare... with you.
Nothing in my life will be the same, ever.
I will long to learn to replay time.
I will build a machine.
I will travel back and forth,
again and again,
replaying every day from the first moment
to the last, even smaller than a second.
The sound of echoes across the span,
angels weeping not with sadness but joy.
They laugh as I dance for God.
I make a fool of myself,
only...
and for you.
I stand on the wide oceans beach,
and am ready to swim.
I stand at the cliffs edge,
and I am ready to fly.
But if I drown so be it,
But if I fall, I die.
I will have lived long enough,
to have loved beyond,
all thought ever possible,
and humbly measured
not by tape or rule,
but of faith,
empathy.
Arianwen designed a new tool
To travel back and forth from her school
But a cat in the room
Pee'd all over her broom
So she soared piggyback on a ghoul
Crossing the mud flats
of the bay daily,
on 137,
back and forth,
back and forth,
I see lives with choices
and freedom.
Birds free to take wing
and float on a warm
updraft,
bask in the sun,
wiggle in the mud,
hunt for grubs in the grass,
paddle around with
the new ducklings,
walk on water
for awhile,
fly in formation
for the heck of it.
Freedom in the twitch
of every muscle,
freedom in a wingtip
hitting the water, while
I trapped in modern bondage
travel back and forth
on 137.
Vehicles flow on the road
Engines rumble loudly throughout
All vehicles are running on the same road
But as each of them is different destination
So many people travel back and forth
They step on the same path
All of them are in a hurry and introvert
But they do not converse together
Each of them has own target
I blend with those people
I do not know them and they do not know me as well
I only recognize who am I? And where to go?
My destination is my beloved motherland
I look upon someone's waiting for my return
Darling...!! I will be back...
Phoukhong SONEVONGXAY
Ho Chi Minh City. November 04, 2014
A Imagination that was near it followed me with only fear,
and then it all became a light, it was into the dark ,dark night. The glow
was strong it blinded me on The mountain was a scene. OF Christ just
kneeling there for me. I don't know the reason why, I travel back and forth to see.
I know then he was telling me have FAITH,and LOVE, and Charity.
And have this for ETERNITY
Between the glossy panels of my mind
Thoughts of love children
Puking inside their mother’s wombs
Travel back and forth and back and forth.
What makes you think it is alright to discard my
Mental capabilities as trifle
Emotional walls which you would rather stray
Graffiti paint on to camouflage as curtains
of the bedroom the night before and after a hot spell?
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