Time flys without a destination as mankind searches for longevity in this wild race, while others sit and wait trying to set their own pace.

Time gluttons every sad and happy memories like a lioness attacking her prey and devours, enjoying every second of her meal within a hours.

Time has no fault nor vain, but for those who live and die inside the circle will suffer nothing but pain.

Time allows nature to decay on earth the dead is useless and dross, by the token of time through the ages, Lo! man is in a state of loss.

Life depends on time even from the womb, no one can escape time nor does time warn us before we're consume.

Mankind seeks knowledge of time through manipulation like the hour glass, but wittingly time is in controls of the entire mass.

Mankind seeks longevity never wishing to become old and weak, a deficiency essential in this life and the hereafter without critique.

Time an undefinable phenomenon mankind longs for its infinite bliss, overwhelming ourselves with divine perfection, or perhaps an endless abyss.

God is the Creator of time with His signs and wonders, time the indefinite relentless progress of life and death as we all ponder.

A overcast morning temperature drops in the low degrees, you keep us warm under the blanket no time to freezes.

I love it when you kiss me with your soft moist lips, as I caress you from your waist down to your hips.

I love it when you ignore everything and focus on me, as you gaze at me with those radiant eyes I see.

I dream that we will be together forever and make it right, but for now we are friends and lovers on this cold winter nights.

A created moral aspect of human awareness imbedded deep within the hearts and minds of mankind.

Who's sympathetic to the pain and suffering of others, aspirating the need to reach forward with compassion.

Feeling the sorrows of the poverty stricken and the ill afflicted soul as one struggle to extend his hands in alms while his strength quickly diminishes.

Even the impiety of the ungodly, feels the remorse of the neglected, has they take sight of a weak child who struggle to place a grain of rice into her savoring mouth.

While the tears of one who's compassionate, are channel through his ducts, forming a matrix of a salty saline solution that falls like the morning dew from a leaf.

The life around her fragile body falls dramatically as she watches her under nourish flesh wrap around her tiny bones while holding on to a seemless life that holds no promise.

A vulture wait patiently with anticipation and eagerness for carrion, as her emaciated body collapse in preparation to sleep soundly in the afterlife.

By no means shall you attain righteousness unless you give of that which you love and whatever you give, of a truth, God is all knowing.

The imaginary beauty in poetry, as one express their inter thoughts creating something unique with ingenuity.  

The poet perceives as he develops a sense of fine lines, a balance that are place together with a simple rhyme.  

An acknowledgement the poet receives, with a clear understanding of the imagination that the reader conceive.  

A metaphorical comparison a poet's figure of speech, with meanings that assist the readers in a story that can be breach.  

Hello Poetry is a place to be, poets from all over you just have to see.  

Poetry is my passion of love, the enjoyment of writing is a gift from above.

You don't know how much I need you or what I'm feeling, your like a vision to my eyes to see that your not revealing.

I wish that I could meet you and see how much fun you are so that you could hold me without fear, even though you seems too far but  so near.

I wish that I could touch you and you touch me too,
my heart crys out for you. What am I to do?

I miss your friendly presence you've got me thinking, you don't know how much I want you. What is the meaning? 

I open my eyes and focus as my tears are gleaming, I look around me all appears blurry and hazy realising I must be dreaming.

Setting his sights toward his future as each day goes by observing what's in front of him, as night fall the nostalgia of the twilight his reminiscing has become grim. 

Desperately musing his heart ache elaborated thought running away, anxiety takes over heartbeat racing feeling rigid the poet mind aflutter knowing she doesn't play.

Lasting through the evening can't think straight confuse while pacing all night, his heart ache vanishes his cognitive behavior says it will be alright. 

For her writting is this poets passion recollecting his once love his tears begins to form miniature lakes, attempting to penetrate her superbia her shielded heart won't break.

She's whom he gave his bleeding heart to is miserable and shrew, but the feelings aren't mutual only if she knew. 

Needing her the most, the animosity flows through her veins, locating that perpetual love has gone in vain.

Purposing a toast, alcohol beverage she prognosticate his love, a constructive hoax.

Like pleasant day a cool breeze of the ocean wind, cold nor hot people going about hoping the day won't end. Struck with calamity a tsunami brings misery, not how, but when.

Chaotic, with frustration. Is it possible to lurer her back? Fishing for hours she ignores his bait, slapping it away. Even if you love someone set it free, it won't come back he was led astray.

Mistreated, highjacked of his kindness for weakness his fears are calm, no pain he simply removed it by wiping the tears with his palm.

Damage control dumping all they had in a black hole, a perplex situation a vexatious child the Hyde in her he hated her role.

A love crushed by her ferocious jealous and controlled demented mind, a poetic justice of her defined.

My mother death seem long but short, a illness without any life support. 

Just after she told me not to worrie about her, everything around me was just a blur. 

I guess she’s better off now than before, wow I love you mama this pain I can't ignore. 

I used to cry hoping that she would someday make it through, I guess this kind of thing all children do.

I cry deep inside because I want to see her again, need to let go but only when.

I have to remember that sometimes life is not always the way we plan, it's just a matter of time said the preacher man.

My mother was my strength she knew all my inner feeling it seems, even the ones I tried to hide that only God can redeem.

She always cried for love and never for pain, the kind of love that was never in vain.

She laugh as we run and play it seem not long ago, but good things never last just the wisdom mama bestow.

Help me rest mama because I can't sleep, without you mama I just sit and weep. 

You're the smile on my face, and the twinkle in my eye, it stifles me when I start to cry. 

You're warm tenderness is the fullness in my life, you keep me at peace and not in strife.

I love you mama I can't believe you're gone, it's the memories of you that keeps me going on. 

Someday we'll meet mama and son, with lots of laughter that would be fun.