Monthly Archives: January 2014

THE WORDS ARE GONE

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I CANNOT WRITE

THE WORDS ARE GONE

A WHISPER ON THE WIND

UNMINDFUL OF THE NEED

THEY FLY AWAY

NOT TO BE RESTRAINED

NO LEASH OR CAGE

OF LOVE OR STEEL

WILL HOLD THE WHISPER IN

JUST OUT OF REACH

JUST OUT OF SIGHT

ALWAYS NEAR SOMEHOW

WHIRLING, WHIRLING

NEVER SETTLING

TEASING, TEASING

NEVER WITHIN REACH.

THE WORDS I KNOW ARE GONE.

Time again . . .

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There is no way one can ever be sure just how much time we have to do the things we want.  We could cross the street tomorrow and never make it or we might live to be a hundred years old.  What is important is how we use the time we have right now.  The only minute we can be absolutely sure of is the minute we are experiencing, well, right this minute.

Time is a concept that was invented by people to try and control their lives. We focus on the issues of time as if it controls us and in a way it does.  People live their lives under the watchful eye of the clock.  We have to be somewhere by a certain time so we worry about being late.  Time does allow us to focus and organize our lives and that is not all bad but there does come a ‘time’ when it is necessary to just turn off the clock.  Try going a day without wearing a watch or looking at the clock. Don’t do this on the day of a doctor’s appointment, they won’t see the value.  Do you still find that you are trying to ‘time’ everything? Do you guess at the time?  Some people need the security of knowing just what time it is and this is not a failing.  It probably means that they are rarely late to anything.

Every now and then it is comforting to retire from convention.  Turn off the mechanical devices (after the tea is made) and listen.  Listen to the sound of your heart or the cries of the seagulls. Take a moment to relish in the absence of technology, ignore the clock and relax.  Today will never, ever come again and it would be a shame to miss it.  Is the sun bright and warm in the sky or is the rain beating a quiet patter against the window?  Is the wind gently swaying the trees as if in a gentle dance?  Do you notice these things when you are preoccupied by the passing of time?  We have the power to control time, or at least the perception of time.  Do not let the clock run your life, it is a tool only.  Enjoy the moments and let the minutes take care of themselves.

WORDS I CANNOT GRASP

 

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THE FEELINGS THERE WITHIN MY VEINS

THE WORDS I CANNOT GRASP

THIS PAPER JUST STARES BACK AT ME

FOR I HAVE MISSED THE REINS.

 

EVERYTHING WAS GOING WELL

I THOUGHT IT ALL IN HAND

NOW I KNOW IT WAS TOO QUICK

AND NOW ITS GONE TO HELL.

 

WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN HERE AND NOW

AT TIMES LIKE THESE I FEAR

I’VE LOST THE GIFT I THOUGHT I HAD

AND NEVER KNEW I HOW.