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Poems
Nov 2016
Time
Look..look here, pause for a second before the seconds get near
the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears.
I stare into the sky yet I do not fear
even if the end was near, I would be in the clear
Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions
don't think too hard just say you can do it!
what are drugs to a man using?
I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it your just with it
let me call a witness to this lyrical massacre
my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers.
There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador
My minds pickled so sick hospice, not hospital
my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle
Time is the enemy never stare at it, and if you look for too long...you will become an addict
An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others
Countless counts of time equal to a waste of time so pause it, take your time...
A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost
But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity.
When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty.
the counter clock is unwise certainly...
because it moves in contrast with urgency...
Father Time what is thee emergency?
Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.
#poetry
#time
#ink
#spilled
#fathertime
#stellarhero
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