week 239 ~ time dissolving slowly

time dissolving slowly
stalls as the light should change
even then we can’t see
time dissolving slowly
sorted by memory
lost pieces rearrange
time dissolving slowly
stalls as the light should change

week 232 ~ we’re never going to know the ending

we’re never going to know the ending
of this dream not a play or a mistake
it’s a mystery of our own making

when the true prize somehow avoids taking
we try to learn from process though hearts break
we’re never going to know the ending

but we are curious as cats nothing
stops us we jump off the roof wide awake
it’s a mystery of our own making

 for there must be someone getting this thing
right and hiding won’t exorcise the ache
we’re never going to know the ending

or where the truth is where the lies a thing
to tell us how long redemption will take
it’s a mystery of our own making

just to get through this life intact singing
the song we were born to and can’t forsake
we’re never going to know the ending
it’s a mystery of our own making

week 231 ~ the weather doesn’t know what time it is

the weather doesn’t know what time it is
and midnight won’t wait because it’s raining
for they exist outside context like spring
and though we know they’ll soon be gone our wis-
dom never saves us from regret forget
those similes the ones you planned to write
step out onto the knife’s edge where the slight-
est breeze changes your perspective don’t let
Mother Nature scare you or Father Time
they’ve got jobs to do and so do you but
their parameters are more diffuse shut
your eyes inhale the sweet constraints of rhyme
daffodils are blooming and you’re older
good enough reasons for dreaming bolder

week 224 ~ bright and cold I shiver

bright and cold I shiver
walk on past yesterday
watching as hopes quiver

 pause to let a sliver
of life just float away
bright and cold I shiver

 sunlight floods the river
there’s no chance it will stay
watching as hopes quiver

 time knows I can’t give her
any more room to play
bright and cold I shiver

lost images live blur
my resolve not to stray
watching as hopes quiver

hearing the plaintive whir
of life’s long brave melee
bright and cold I shiver
watching as hopes quiver

week 208 ~ what’s fixed always will be broken

what’s fixed always will be broken
and what’s now new will soon get old
and where the time goes no one’s told
me I guess some things aren’t spoken
of down the rabbit hole again
my friend and who knows where we’ll land
this time stick your head in the sand
but the days march on relentless
you ask and if I had to guess
I’d say entropy will expand

 

entropy: the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system

week 205 ~ time is on my side

time is on my side
paint it black
she’s got a ticket to ride
time is on my side
nowhere to run nowhere to hide
hit the road Jack
time is on my side
paint it black

week 195 ~ contemplating my dreams

contemplating my dreams
raindrops on a petal
time rolls away it seems

where do they come from streams
of desire dazzle
contemplating my dreams
unlocking potent themes
unwilling to settle

time rolls away it seems
indecision blasphemes
I long to show mettle
contemplating my dreams
that disgorge stagnant reams
of lost loves grown feral

time rolls away it seems
as if the future deems
solution a peril
contemplating my dreams
time rolls away it seems

week 176 ~ this reliquary

this reliquary
things once left behind
dreams smiling wary
this reliquary
my sanctuary
time will not rewind
this reliquary
things once left behind

week 90 ~ the wind rustles through the aspen

the wind rustles through the aspen
as waves softly lap at the shore
and right now there is nothing more
than this I would wish to happen
my circumstances don’t often
allow me time to pause with grace
while clocks run down and others race
to keep up to the flow of time
and so I linger in sublime
wonder to be here in this place

week 87 ~ in the process of becoming

in the process of becoming
time wraps around and insulates
there isn’t room for everything
so follow your instincts running
hard when energy dissipates

in the process of becoming
progress is intoxicating
but fickle fortune seldom waits
there isn’t room for everything
so you should be the one asking
the questions he who hesitates
in the process of becoming
runs a real risk of forfeiting
rights to the story he narrates

there isn’t room for everything
in time the pendulum will swing
and you must choose which life awaits
in the process of becoming
there isn’t room for everything