By Arcassin Burnham

Blistering concoction, Making nonsense,
Make sure you just leave your mark,
Don't let them touch you,
Way too many stops to be rushing,
Your boyfriend would you, if I was your boyfriend would you know me the same?
What if I was your savior something pushing all the corners of your life would you take my last name?
You know the game,
I wouldn't even worry about the relations I probably just liked if you came,
The portal opens,
No room in this bathroom for the both of us even when the soaps soakin',
We found the perfect motion,
Better than the twisting motion if I do say so myself, just get the lotion.


©abpoetry2019

I gaze upon the cosmic void,
Alone and tired from my journey across the frontier.
I pick my feet up, and drift across the surface.
And all I’m surrounded by is silence.

I reach my hands up towards the stars,
Trying to catch a passing comet by its tail.
Flagging down UFO’s to see if I can catch a ride
Along this space highway to anywhere.

I often think of coming home.
I wonder what I’d look like after all this time?
Would I be familiar, or would you greet me as a stranger?
And all I could think to say is sorry.

I see the hues of where you are.
The planet looks like a giant marble with an azure aura.
I need to say goodbye, and I wish you were coming.
But I desire to float on.
Float on….

I often wonder just who is the timekeeper of this our world
when something happens that seems to be out of the ordinary.
Even if it's only commonplace without much flair or sparkle
and whenever something begins or ends in our life's journey.

Some people may call it karma or destiny that is operating
and is the underlying principle or basic law of the universe.
But whatever happens requires an agent to set it in motion
whether done with intelligence or ignorance, good or evil.

An awareness to choose what options are available to take
and the motive or intention behind what someone decides
to do for whatever reason they may have at that point in time
seems to be one likely answer to the main question proposed.

Everything has a beginning and an ending in space and time
even the very fabric of space and time itself won't forever last
as it itself is subject to the will of an indescribable infinite force
and almighty existence which expresses itself as all the universe.

The timekeeper though, I think, wouldn't measure everything
that happens by the passage of time as such because as it is
It wouldn't be aware of anything else except itself to know;
only perhaps in a fantastic dream of its imagination on show.

Where it would have control over the extent of the dream
because it would all be happening within its own being
without any external influence to hinder it or otherwise
in the manifestation of this sport and play of the universe.

And as we are all made in the image of this Creator we have
been given free choice to do as we wish within certain limits
because we all live inside the infinite existence of His dream
and witness the ever changing aspects of that Glorious Power.

In fact we're all a part of that Glory and Power and use it to
create and manifest dreams within our own world or universe
with the extent of the imagination we're capable of realising
in our journey or progress within the fabric of space and time.
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I would like to know just what is meant by the keeper of time
and the reason why any action doesn't stay around as a rhyme.
Unless of course one makes an effort to capture the moment
that may come about in time unexpectedly out of the foment.
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