#fathertime
Time comes and time goes. Timed perfectly, sometimes.
It times its tricks, in time. Like well timed rhythmic rhymes.
For time’s no time-thread, or a time-tangible thread.
Yet time spins time-webs into each time-plagued head.
Whispers from before time, in the time-chiming clock,
That aching tick tock, That promises time will not stop.
Might time be a stream? No, times flow is no stream.
So, time, times itself through seams in our time-faulted dreams.
Timed moments count beats in time, till the moment time snaps.
Then just in time, time resets, and traps our time in timed traps.
For time just times its mask, in a time-shadowed guise.
sometimes, time keeps us blind in a maze of time-layered lies.
Through time’s timely weaving, as time unwinds our mind.
Strictly timed, are moments we live for, never found in good time.
For time isn’t timeless, though time insists that it is.
Time’s tricks are simply timed tricks, with no time-starts or ends.
Timed pauses in space and time, seemingly timely at their best,
But time steals those perfect times from the time that we invest.
Yet time in its time-vault, keeps no time. No, not at all,
Time rises through ages, timing ‘till its time-laden fall.
When time times our time, it feels like time, this time is real.
Yet ill-timed illusions distort the times that we can feel.
For time isn’t timed timely, nor timed to our tune.
Time is bound by time, like the timed oribiting of the moon.
In times of confusion, we time what time says isnt there,
As Time sifts through our grasp of time. like time, itself, is air.
Yet time will timely tell that, Sometimes, time is a myth.
Oh, the time wasted I've spent, believing in times timed wits.
And that’s assuming time is flexible, by assuming time is fixed.
And on that note, this is all assuming, that time even exists.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Eternity sleeps,
Existence discards,
Flashes of light,
Rush right past,
While this cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 10:44 PM UTC
Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence arrives,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence pops in,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
You always are complaining
about how you don’t have enough of me.
When you have extra of me you waste me.
I’m not a physical thing
but an idea.
I’m always off by a little,
no matter where you look
I tell you when to do something.
If your early or late.
I’m a grandfather but I don’t have kids.
My pendulum is what digs your grave.
I am fathertime.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
we all coexist within another.
father time, granting us a constant movement of life
a cloaked, bearded man with the power of an hourglass.
an endless cycle of highs and lows effecting the world
as above so below.
alas, without love, the earth would turn to dust
drawn together, since the beginning of eternity
father time founded mother earth.
intertwined out of chaos, a nurturer was born.
to create out of love,
trees alongside the sea
time never catching up to the speed of light
equality of the unknown, transpiring its purpose to live
granted, the universe aligns in peace
nirvana at its peak
solely, as an individiual
we seek the hidden purpose
beyond ones navigation of life
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
If a wish would come right now,
And I lost all the head weight,
And Father Time himself sat still,
I'd have time to contemplate.
And all the lights in my world
Would shine a luminous blue.
So take this to the cold:
I am coming for you.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
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Oh Father time, Father time
Listen to my plea
I've lost my heart along the way
Somewhere in the shimmering, moonlit sea
*Your heart is in a beautiful place
Surrounded by happiness and love*
But I desperately need my heart right now
Otherwise I'll never be able to love
Oh Father time, Father time
Return to me my heart
A boy of young has stolen it
I can't bare to be apart
*Your heart has made a choice of its own
Its fallen for this boy
Its not my role to take it back
Even if its being used as a toy*
Oh Father time, Father time
Return me to a place
A time before i met that boy
So I can turn away from his embrace
*Just as your heart made a choice
You too have made one so
I cant erase the consequences
For you have chosen this road*
I'm a fool who had thought I can change the past
Simply because I wasn't content
I've got to face the music now
No matter what hell it presents
I'll bare through it all
Till my heart can be free
For time waits for no man
Let alone me
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Look..look here, pause for a second before the seconds get near
the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears.
I stare into the sky yet I do not fear
even if the end was near, I would be in the clear
Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions
don't think too hard just say you can do it!
what are drugs to a man using?
I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it your just with it
let me call a witness to this lyrical massacre
my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers.
There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador
My minds pickled so sick hospice, not hospital
my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle
Time is the enemy never stare at it, and if you look for too long...you will become an addict
An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others
Countless counts of time equal to a waste of time so pause it, take your time...
A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost
But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity.
When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty.
the counter clock is unwise certainly...
because it moves in contrast with urgency...
Father Time what is thee emergency?
Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Father Time, look what's become of me
Slowly you stripped away all the possibilities
Now I'm fragile and old
I'm growing cold
This live of mine is incomplete
Look a cliff, I think I'll leap
Better to take the plunge
Than live a life on the run
For time has swept away
All the joys of the day
As silent as a thief in the night
You came and stole my sight
Now I see only shades of gray
Standing in the rains of decay
Gone are the years of yesterday
All I have are memories of a life survived
Of a life where happiness was deprived
So Father Time please make my time on this earth short
I'm tired of the way you distort
I welcome your friend, the reaper
The very first keeper
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Its morning the sun is coming up tick-tock time for me to wake up.
Father time doesn’t wait for no one he’s always on the move.
Tick-tock every second, minute, and hour counts; time waits for no one to catch up.
So, much pressure to figure things out, I’d wish time wasn’t so precious.
Help me then Father Time to forget.
Forget the scars of my life because, with time my scars haunt me inside instead.
But, Father Time magic doesn't work like that.
All he can do is give you is time to heal your pain, and figure things out.
Now I have a chose what to do with my time that counts.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
There’s a copper covered floor
swept in by father’s hand.
And a sweet scent dwelling in the thick air
of mother’s sigh.
Streams leak into the sills
upon my face.
And a blindfold
drapes the *****
A mesmerizing buzz
echoes within.
And irrationality
fills my presence.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
We never know how fast we're dying
We never know how hard we're crying
You never know how when I lie awake
I think of things that make me quake
We never know how tired father time is
We never know when mother nature's time ends
We never know anything
We never know who someone truly is
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC