Time

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Our Mind Is A Mayday

Our Mind Is A Mayday

Rushing here, running there
Appointments to attend everywhere
Not knowing if one is coming...

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Time.....

Time.....

It takes us all quite a while
To realise what it’s about
To feel the ebb and flow of it...

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i have....

i have....

forgiven without apologises being spoken
remember things i have not seen yet
forgotten men...

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Procrastination

Procrastination

Beauteous rays of light cast down up on my head,
Warmth of the sun as I lay peaceful in my bed....

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Moment's Notice

I spend so much time,
Thinking how not to waste time,
That it's lost.

Metronome hands...

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Sands of Time

I am me
Stuck in the insanity
of thy mind
do I ponder upon time
Whats next but...

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Deign

Deign

O’ bittersweet brew
Vaunt ambrosial hue
Fluent epoch vein
Upon a clock deign

...

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‘Slow down tick tock’?

‘Slow down tick tock’?

It’s Friday again,
How an earth can this be so
‘Heaven’s above’
I’m sure it was...

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No Control

No Control

Impalpable shards of light penetrate the dark,
Through thick canopies bough and bark.
Rise of...

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The Rollercoaster Clock??

The Rollercoaster Clock??

Oh dear me tho I’ve mentioned this before
I cannot keep up with the speediness of time
...

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WE HAVE ENTERED THE FUTURE

WE HAVE ENTERED THE FUTURE

The Automobile Industry has revolutionized throughout the World...

​​​​​Throughout the years Makes...

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Yesterday Man

Yesterday Man

I am
cursed by erosion

Today a latent sentimentalist

An out of the closet...

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Eroded view

Eroded view

Saddened truths amidst dying flames,
Fears for the future and forgotten names,
Strength...

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One o'clock in the am

One o'clock in the am

It's one o'clock in the am
And I am looking out the window
Listening to the rain beating down...

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After All These Years

After All These Years

From the time I was only nine years old, I was a serious Numismatist;
I started amassing a fine...

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The Golden Thread in The...

The Golden Thread in The Fabric Of Time

In life
There is a golden pulsing
A silken thread
Running through it all
...

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No Refills.

No Refills.

Questions of time,
Questions of fate,
So much to do,
No questions of late.

If...