I've always believed that I was aware of where my thoughts lie
and that they often arrive unbidden, as a foe or friendly ally.
Sometimes grabbing my attention, sifting around in my mind,
even those I attempt to suppress, the ones I feel are unkind.
Do thoughts lead to awareness or is it the other way around?
I pondered the contrast until an arc of enlightenment was found.
I discerned that I'm able to know whether I'm deluded or clear,
and that thinking gives way to awareness when it draws near.
There seems to be a slim boundary that separates the two,
often transparent, like a sheer veil I can almost see through.
I don't think I'd be wise to suppress my thoughts as they arise,
or my awareness may be obscured if forced to hide in disguise.
Does wisdom come to me through thought and meditation?
I believe it does because I feel a sense of positive connotation,
or an intrinsic vision that fills my mind with a spiritual calm.
A soothing measure that heals my stress like a healing balm.
Anyone that saves the hour
waste All time
to live superior
Sometimes I think my life a waste of time
That I have accomplished nothing of note,
When I observe those with lives sublime
I fear I am stuck in a backwood remote.
My mind becomes overwhelmed with fear
That I may leave this life without a legacy
With all I have accomplished left at a bier,
Where some have labeled all mendacity.
Yet I know that time for all must expire
'Tis true, that life on this earth is transient,
And we must to a greater beyond aspire
Then, only then, will I know what it meant.
written January 10, 2021
whoever tries to relive lost time,
is already lost in truth...
Time neither stops
nor returns to what it was...
I had an elementary education degree; it was worthless.
Too many people had one – there were thirty-seven substitute teachers in my town.
Everybody and their brother had this degree.
A total waste of my time.
I decided to go back to school after a guidance counselor talked me into it.
To be – ha! A guidance counselor.
I was not sure what they did, but he said
“We do what you do, but we get paid for it.”
I had been volunteering in a middle school at the time.
I was not fond of the classes I had to take to become a school counselor.
They seemed stifling, boring, and too full of stuff I knew I would never need.
I did it anyway, because you have to have the degree to get the job.
I have been an elementary school counselor for twenty-seven years.
I love every second of it!
Most of what I do I learned by myself, because of life, and through motherhood.
But I had to have the degree to get the job, so I am glad that I persevered.
We live in a world of time
everything is controlled by the clock
always looking to see where it's at
engagements band meetings in its lock
Social media is not my scene at all
whatever it is Twitter, Instagram or Facebook
people wanting to tell all that they think
nothing is secret not even how we look
What do people want to know about me?
I'm a pretty boring kind of bloke
people are not really my favourite item
they would want instead a diet coke
But having said all that about me
suppose they are things I do too
that when I think about it are a waste
taking photo pics just to show a view
I love to write and receive emails
also, watch westerns from yesteryear
love being retired being just myself
dislike speaking verbally to avoid fear
Now these things latterly others wonder
what a waste of time they would be
but to me, they bring me peaceful content
just as meditating upon Calvary's tree
The grief left its mark
In too tender souls,
It doesn't matter how old we are,
We all don't like to listen.
There are a lot of lies around,
To break our will,
And everyone says: "Don't be sad»,
And I'm running alone in the field again.
Wild thoughts are pounding in my head,
Which sometimes frighten the soul.
And these thoughts carried me
Where the lights don't go on.
You don't want consequences
For seeing the world differently,
But you are already the cause of disaster,
And a symbol of strange failure.
None of you understand,
That our lives are measured out a little.
No one raises the issue,
That we spend it on 100 quirks.
When you become just dust,
Everyone will forget about you forever,
All your Affairs will be forgotten
What will you do then?
As you turn to walk away,
I will not ask you to stay.
If that is what you expect me to do,
then I have a surprise for you.
I am relieved to see you go,
But, I don't want it to show.
I don't want you to see,
any reaction at all from me.
It would be a waste of time,
your time, the rest is all mine.
You wanted me to disappear from sight,
expecting me to give up without a fight.
I know who you are now,
I was fooled, but not sure how.
You think that I'm not that strong.
Think again, because you're wrong.
Did you think that I was through?
Think again, you don't have a clue.
All of the things you say and do,
I think I may even feel sorry for you.
Go, walk away, for I am sure.
I will not settle again, I am worth more.
Actually time is never wasted for each second of it is struggling to keep us alive!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 August 2017
With her perfect body and nimble mind
Pleasure she brought when you desired her time
But all too soon pleasure turned to love, and like an incarcerated dove longing to be free, she left without a word
Just a pleasurable waste of time
Stop acting like nothing is happening
in your life.
As well as we both know the truth.
You know you suffer in academics,
but you are wasting your time in academics.
Just do what you are good at,
you know you can sing,write and dance,
but ain't following.
What are waiting for,
play your charectar,
and play it smart.
Life is too short.
If you don't do
what good at now,
will never get a chance to do it.
Oh please don't waste your time,
because someone in a cold soil is
still crying for for that time.
wondering how much time I have
and wasting the time wondering
sitting here feeling sorry for myself not
taking advantage of the time
exhausting myself to no end
of course there are so many things to do
friends to see and catch up with, but still
terrified of this last bit of time
I do nothing and continue to sit here by
myself constantly wondering as
every day passes me by with no conclusion
Life is a waste of time
Why Life?
If a flowing river is not ready to still
A falling rain shall stop
If a blowing wind shall disturb
A breathing man shall live
An ambitious man shall die
Then, life is a waste of time.
Let me waste my breath
Scream this at the top of my lungs
Until my face turns blue
You'll never learn
I'll never learn
And I'll never disconnect this bad habit
You need me like a a druggie needs his needles
I need you like a bullet to the head
We existed once
We exist now
Just crumbling apart until nothing is left
So many years spent
In obidience, biting my tongue until it bled
Of wonderful laughs and bliss
Memories that are inseperable to my heart
But what we have is headed for the grave
Where it will lay it's head and rest in peace
This friendship has reached it's expiration date
Unraveled with time like an antique rug
You're the one pulling the strings, kneading the threads apart
I'm the one trying to sew it up on the other end
Stabbing and pricking my fingers till they bleed
Working in vain to stitch this friendship
Stitch this gaping hole, splattered in blood from these hands
That have worked hours, days, weeks, and months
To fix this while you unravel it
Down to nothing but the single threat that made it.
I'm wasting my breath
and I'm wasting my time
To salvage a friendship
That wasn't friendship
Love was like a nonsense rhyme
Love was only waste of time
Now I don't believe in love anymore
As if I can't dance so I blame the floor
But I tried my level best
To love you more than the rest
So I deeply expect love in return
But you have hurt me and let my heart burn!
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