These are the HANDS OF TIME,
being in a CERTAIN ERA, now
that would be SO DIVINE,
LIVING in the TIMES PAST,
would be JUST FINE!!

RELIVING a PAST DREAM,
that would only BE MINE,
OLD PAST MEMORIES that
are STORED DEEP in the
BACK of my MIND!!

In order to Visit them,
I SIMPLY TRAVEL THROUGH
IMAGINATIONS and
JUST UNWIND!!

My OLD, FONDEST MEMORIES that
have GONE FAR AWAY,
I shall never FORGET THEM,
and still think about them
THIS VERY DAY, but

The HAPPINESS they had,
has since then, GONE ASTRAY,
I SHALL NEVER, EVER
FORGET THEM, because
THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
They were THE BEST THAT
I HAVE EVER HAD, but
Things are DIFFERENT NOW, which
MAKES LIFE SEEM SO SAD!!

If I could only turn back,
the HANDS OF TIME,
It would be so nice,
TO REVISIT and
TO REMINISCE, and
NO I WOULDN'T THINK TWICE,

I WOULD GO, VISIT AND
STAY FOR A WHILE, AND
IT WOULD FEEL JUST FINE
IT WOULD BE A JOURNEY
THAT I WON'T FORGET,
IF I COULD TURN BACK
THE HANDS OF TIME!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/26/2025

fields of lavender
as far as the eye can see,
in rows of scented purple
growing insatiable idiosyncrasies,
our minds are a rich, deep soil
and the children of our thoughts
run free,

run free
and light,
run free
and careless,
like a river to the sea.

the heart is programmed
to be broken,
to let in the light,
and the earth in us is woken,
our heart will open,
it will open,

when we take in our first
breath of this heaven.

Established landmarks removed test the fates—
Burning wind in a vacant sky.
Rearranged cosmic hemispheres of mind—
Oracle of day not seen with naked eye.

The need for warmth a thing of the past—
Frigid waters the basis of new-fangled cell.
Tortured derelicts kept from spiritual vision—
Oracle of night hangs in day’s empty shell.

Dubious means to generate a sun of artificial light—
But a fling cannot replace a love that is shunned.
Yet warm rays of sunlight still flow above the temporal—
Still hanging in defiance of the 60 cycle hum.

Regain your bearings oh heart of true light—
Everything in its place: oracle of day and oracle of night.

The nemesis, genesis – as I’m naming the voices that echo
within me, the moment I drew my first breath. They love
to play presentence, they speak tainted truths in the limits
of my psyche; giving me their word before my sentencing.

They believe in foretelling my fate in my mind’s prison –
casting judgment with every utterance; can I compete
with these thoughts, will I finish their sentences?

Often, I find myself so imprisoned in my own mind –
yet the irony lies in the fact that the door stands open,
as we permit our thoughts to dominate with their own
rule, and goals of leaving us so, so broken.

My mind is a place I roam around with caution!

A welcome warning,
Don't look at those who are mourning.
They'll **** your soul dry,
With their own want to die.

Through that, the track is a breeze.
Just follow my footsteps with ease.
Well, maybe not the stumbles.
We might take a few tumbles.

The circle of life rotates fast,
It's so easy to get stuck in the past.
Far ahead is the present,
To reach it would be pleasant.

Be careful not to overshoot,
The future will come to boot,
Worry into your system.
Ones like "I should have kissed him."

Let my words be a guide,
I won't be here for the long ride.
I figured it out too quick,
and now every second is a *****.

Thank you for the blessing of your presence.
I rarely get to indulge such essence.
Good luck traveling on.
At least I'll enjoy one last dawn.

asking questions about things
that shouldn't concern you,
just like your apparent lack of decisiveness
doesn't concern anyone else.
it's your own fault to try an live with,
give it your best shot.
so what if the score
has been rigged from the start,
so what if the odds are never on your side.
your mind is a weapon
that's always aimed at its host.
you don't know how to hope for the best,
but you've gotten so good
at preparing yourself for the worst.
asking questions about things
that were designed to hurt you,
looking for a weak spot.
drowning in hesitation,
hoping to run out of oxygen
right before your own consciousness
takes the chance to tear you apart.