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Timed

So tonight we discuss time
The struct that constantly cons
It’s dutiful meander into the yet
It’s basically elongated counting
Never very good with numb bears
All the realities I hope there is one that isn’t
So time
How long is a moment
How short is a life
The dust.from the mountains creating the next
Are we the only ones who count
Humanity is really up

timed by an annoying bug

My sister always has Charlie holding on to her hat
He is a weird bug, but colorful, I will give him that
I will time how many minutes you can hang in that tree
Charlie, the arrogant bug said to me, to ME!

I was a bit annoyed, for he is not on my level at all.
I am a

Timed Out

Time wends, stutters, stalls.
Time was when it flew.

Timeless are the dead stars
timed to the last moment
are the living.

Man is a faceless clock
on a blank wall.
In time, the deaf
tell the blind to see.

Summer Timed

Summer deals its first hand
no bluffing behind her eyes
depression heated to irritating comfortless
catching tunes upon the air
that haunt from summered pasts
the clink of ice on crystal
Mowers scream from close by
a yapped chorus bites the air
the haze lifting from cement
for a moment ripples reality
then a falling wind chills
with the burning shadows
of anything stopping the sun's stretch

Timed Out

Some life is like that haystack needle thing that pre drones a slim positivity
trance-a troubled parlay of sane stagnant standard stillnesses incomplete in that ailing aqueous humor annual invite of a psychic trio IdEgoSuperE overdrive dominant shortcut over your non-everlasting cruise control allowing that Soul-shoal-ization sucking effort soul short of authentic selflessness to out over

An Ill-Timed Game

An Ill-Timed Game

Some people never know a thing called Kairos.
Before we bat an eye, it’s taken from us.
We seem to be on time and miss the boat.
If it’s important to be said, just make a note
because the moment that we move our mouths to talk
the call will drop and all good thoughts are lost. 
When

Timed

An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed on a holographic pole.
Systematic signage shrink then? Yes. Well whoopee and how very very exciting too. IT is to be

Timed Love

Please be advised, my Seconds are weighed in gold,
Therefore, comprehend, my Minutes in diamonds are sold,
Be warned, my Hours, as a commodity, are priceless all told,
A Day, A Whole Day, a value I hardly dare pronounce,
But for you, this Day, the next Day all Days are yours,
This I am proud to announce.

Well-Timed Oxygen

What is phosphorous to me
asked oxygen.
Yes, He fuels light
where we briefly meet,
but light or sulfuric scented dark
are dipolar appositionals to me,
Janus faces of oxygen as s'posd to be.

What is sulfur to me
exclaimed oxygen!
Yes, she eros scents
my stinky arts and parts,
producing plasmatic phosphates
of wet flowing ribonucleic acidic regenerative function
in trilevels of organic implicating space
with emerging time

Timed Out

                                                Timed out
	

     

Timed Sanity

The ticking of the clocks made me snap.
Their constant teasing,
Slowing down,
Speeding up.
Tick tock,
Tick tock.
Going on and on
"We're losing time" they scream
But really, 
Time doesn't exist,
Clocks do.
We have been programmed to run on something that doesn't exist
"In enough time..."  I'll go insane.
 In enough time,  of course
But if time doesn't exist,
Then I'll never lose

Timed Moments,Wheels and Cogs

time
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Mounting cogs grasp time
A Sprocket wheel turns about  
No lost hours inside
Ticking sounds coming alive 
Giving ‘rights’

Timed Passage

go out in the field with that 
helmeted Go-Pro and press the button,
not that little clearing beside the building
but the field as wide as it is far, far out

look up and stream the dark washed sky
times elapsed in fusioned milky light
watch it arc across the chilled, stubbled field
the cold sparks beautifully splayed across

turn it over

A Timed View

A Timed-View  (A Haiku)


GOD Turns A Sun-Dial
Deeper Blue To Indigo
First Star Starts To Smile



                  
              Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
    

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