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twas someonce in an ancient days
when true temporal haze
i gazed seein the fall of humankindness,
i says, once-and-for-all, once-and-
for all time be encyclical
past's passed only in the presence
of a future samefold
be as was / same old / isas will be
foreshadows cast by history
fall upon the daze of destiny
fate is read not in lines not written
but in those allread-composed
Memory – a thing of yesterday
Memory – repeat if necessary
Memory – not always trustworthy
Memory – but I do miss your company
Carlo C Gomez Sep 12
Not to string you along, my dear

but we cannot simply cut ties with the past

even the inconsequential have its consequences

You might outlive regret, but that doesn't mean all is forgiven
No regrets
No malice
Your beauty lies
In your heart
Passes into past
Through present
Past permanent
Rest transitory
Keep the past
In your mind
No regrets
No malice
In your heart
And be beautiful!
Past is important. Don't forget it. Your past remains birth after birth. Keep it as lessons in your mind. Let you not enter regrets and malice in your heart.
Isaac Sep 3
underneath the evergreen canapé
my feet in the dirt my heart by the hearth
the grackles teasing in last year’s leaves
and this is the last of the summer breeze
I can already see certain trees abandoning their seasonal green
I can only control every inch of me so I adapt to the new season
the new beginning, the new environment
the moment will be the soon past
soak up every ounce of sun and frolic in the lake one more time
before everything starts to die
toleomato Aug 25
Each passing day
is a step down
an ever diverging

Is it useless
to wonder
if these winding paths
ever cross?

How many
will see me again?
How many
promises will be
toleomato Aug 25
Between the moment that passes
and the moment to come
I am stuck
in the immeasurable present.
Norman Crane Aug 14
dozers clear the past
from a present, tense—into a
future imperfect
mark soltero Aug 7
exposed myself
my true form
present in a moment's time
glimpses of me
rushed sequences in your mind

we stayed in
just like i planned
my heart doesn't ache
please don't put your hands on me anymore
i know that this is only momentarily

nothing you do can amount to what i felt before
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