Today is the third Day
Even as everyday is Sabbath When the Son rose, the world received the promised Ghost First of firstfruit blessed day after the Seven when it was still dark And the kingdom came day after Seven Sevens yet hidden to this day For a week, Israel wandered For a week, bread is unleavened Evening of the Seventh approaches, fast But time shall divide, till not one is lost
I can't help but vent
on how this week went For the school board dared Give us all Stress that ensnared From our hopes of having free time To our hopes of being able to flip a dime But worry not, for I have not prepared So I have dared; but alas, to no avail So I will continue trying to unveil On why the school is so merciless To those who don't know patience And to those who are worthless Hear my inexperience I am scared, nervous, despaired, and ambitious For I will dare once again To this week of drain
it’s monday morning,
as slow and painful as present wednesday yesterday evening. weekend at the door.
I wish every day was a Friday,
that seven-day repetition that I no your walking through my door, no looking back... Were here all night a 2.5 fraction of a week where theres just me and you, just us.... Runing a 4.5 day missing you to a weekend of just us through the minutes to hours to the where did this weekend go. The alram sounds, then the race to the end of the weekned starts,finishing as we count mistakes of days that we catch on to a friday. Your here now, were sorry I missed you, but the weekend is ours.. no leaving, were just us, me and you. I've missed more than just your body, missing your breath on me, but now were here in this moment, long live every weekend when your next to me.
The Day is the Year is the Month
Not of passage but of transit Evening to Morning, Dark to Light And Seven Days decreed as a Week Unmarked, of abstraction, not perception And Seven of Seven is the Week of Weeks Of Time marked by the Sun The Pentecost and Jubilee is the Day After Seven of Seven Days and Years But of Time marked by the Moon, the Seventh is the First, the First, the Seventh And Seven of Seven is 42 months or 1260 Days Now what do the Stars do for time?
Oh my dear Sunday
Your thought brings peace and blessings Oh my dear Monday Your thought brings anxiety and stress Oh my dear Tuesday Your thoughts bring a bit of cheer and hope Oh my dear Wednesday Your thought brings us relief that we are in the middle of this week Oh my dear Thursday Your thought brings us cheer because tomorrow is a Friday Oh my dear Friday Your thought brings us anticipation and thrill to spend the weekend Oh my dear Saturday Your thought brings us comfort and laziness through the entire day Welcome back, my dear Sunday. And Monday we will never miss you !!!!
I was Wooing My Honey,
on a dark lonely Night. The Stars were missing and the Moon was nowhere in Sight. We were sailing in Italy, on the Waters of Lake Como. Reminding ourselves, of Our Nightmare near Mount Bromo. The Waves were Flirting and Romancing the Shore. Her Kisses started pouring and we're sweeter than Before. As Our bodies went Sailing, from one position to Another. The Rain came Tumbling, changing the ****** Weather. As Our Romance reached, it's Mountain Peak. Our Bodies were Locked, putting an end to The Week.
it's not the sound that you miss
or the view or even the touch or the lips or the sound of the walking shoes rushing forward in a stamping blitz halted by the shadow's looming lightlessness its not any of this what you miss is knowing knowing that you're not standing next to the wind or particles drifting through your hands- but knowing that someone is there and they have no plans of going-
The chill crawls up my spine
Its tendrils of fingers intertwine I walk a never ending line: Anxiety that goes on I stumble forward, determined but weak I can’t remember how to speak But from my mouth: a mournful shriek Will there be a dawn? Whispers begin to fill the air They come and go from nowhere Were they even real? Is nothing there? Fear has a reek What brought me to this dark place What set me on this eternal race What being or spirit, what face? Ah, it’s finals week.
A little humor to end off finals week for some of us :) who knew one week could feel so long...