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 Nov 2016 ajit peter
ryn
"Mere seconds in time
and
specks in space"
-
Kristy Renae Dalton*


We are seconds and specks,
you and I...

We meet, crash into each other,
mingle and coalesce.
Not knowing where we'll be
in the next.

We exist in one another...
But never together.

A perpetual dance
between time and matter.
An eternal struggle
to share a plane.

You and I...
We live as nothing but
mere seconds in time
and specks traipsing in space.
Thank you Kristy for inspiring this piece.
 Nov 2016 ajit peter
ryn
Anarchy
 Nov 2016 ajit peter
ryn
We can never
rewrite history
and the future
is impossible to pen.

When the present
bears only anarchy
in the darkened,
tainted hearts of men.
 Nov 2016 ajit peter
ryn
Inner Demon
 Nov 2016 ajit peter
ryn
He used to walk with life in his stride
He used to strut with a heart full of pride

These days see him stumbling every so often
These days see his eyes vacant and sullen

So I asked if there was anything bothering him
So I asked what is it that made his light so dim

He tarried, then answered with conviction true
He tarried before he finally answered, *"You..."
 Nov 2016 ajit peter
Moonsocket
Sometimes I saturate my sunbeams with smoke

They stay stationary and unwavering in their illumination

Backfire for a saboteur and I see it all

losing it in the home front

Five nonsense fingers for a minds  grasping

I finally found my sanity
fell down behind the couch
An abyss for traversing
navigate those weaves woven

Dusted change and forgotten identification

I was a regular at the Lego factory

now I find my punch card crumbled and useless

I never did find the rest

what was I saying?

oh

so what if my blinds bend and my books take up all the seating ?

I prefer the floor with it's more humble views

the insects stay away
the weather is turning

I keep it clean but leave the windows propped for exposure

when does the clock die?

I bought these batteries out of haste

it's constant reminder ticks through  these silent moments

third shift hammock for the swing

Ninja turtle sheets and danger mouse masquerades

I'm no longer a child but sometimes I vacation with my nostalgia

it feels nice but leaves a hole every time

still bills must be paid

I worked with a cat lady at burger king

She claimed friendship with Ray Bradbury

She showed me a letter and I see it's true

She was the spitting image of Mary Kathleen O ****** in her more paranoid years

for all the Vonnegut fans out there I smile for you

Did you make it?
Did you break it?
Did you die alone?

"so it goes"

said the wizard with the satire solutions
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