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Timothy Brown Apr 2014
There was a soft green glow
that read "4:00am".

It was a burning reminder.
He had no place to go.

That blinking colon
mirroring two zeros;

mirroring his pupils
blinking away 'til his life's end

Each second reflected his inability
to face reality with a semblance of tranquility

He was shaking.
Fearful of the sun rising.

The sunlight brought truth.
He didn't know who he was or what he was going to do.
©April 7th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Starchild88 Apr 2014
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
And the world spins madly on,

As the ticking clock's cogs turn to rust,
A butterfly shall flap its wings,

And fade out of existence as the nightingale sings
A sad song for the marvelous yet meaningless,
Melodically destructive
Monarch of the midnight sky.

Let its song be a reminder,
Of the ever-ticking timer,
Hurriedly beating away in our chests.
And let the sound of each thump
Tear apart all delusions of splendor,
Laying bare the memory that we are simply human;

Wonderfully, terribly, painfully human.
Will Rogers III Mar 2014
Clocks are all around me.
They tell me; time of day.
They are true and make me free,
And tell me it’s OK.

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The clock in my room,
Waits for me to seek.
“He will listen.” It assumes.
And through the noise it speaks:

Tick tock tick.
All throughout the night.
Tick tock tick tock.
Also in the light.

Beautiful it sounds.
It keeps me from despair.
And through the ups and through the downs,
My bedroom clock is there.

The tower rings aloud.
Its message; clear as day.
It is glad and it is proud,
And we love to hear it say:

Ding **** ding ****.
So loud it sings its song.
**** **** ding ****.
And we sing along.

It is so uplifting.
We’re ready to tackle the day.
It keeps us all away from drifting.
And we go about our way.

But my wristwatch is my friend.
It’s always on my arm.
On my wristwatch I depend.
And I keep it from all harm.

Tick. Tick. Tick.
It loves it when I listen.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
When I follow I do glisten.

I really should listen more.
There’s so much I am missing,
For even the simple rhythm of the sound,
Keeps me in thanksgiving.

My wristwatch loves me so.
It waits for me to hear.
Its love for me it wants to show.
For its message; it is clear.

Oh! I neglect it often.
But when I stop and listen
To what so often I've forgotten,
My heart begins to soften.

“William Oh William.
I’ve been waiting for you.”
It knows what I have become,
But its love stays true.

“If I only listened more,
If I only loved you more!”
“That’s OK William, I will always love you.
Your sins are paid for.”

Patiently He waits,
For me go to Him.
And gladly does He give His grace,
And I do sing His hymns.

“You keep me in line,
What would I do without you?”
“William, It’s OK. It’s going to be fine.
Now, here’s what I want you to do...”

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God is all around me.
I sin, and He loves me still.
He is true and makes me free!
And He waits for me to listen to His will.
composed on April 14-15, 2012

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