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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.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
It's About Time. No Really... It's About Time.
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.
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Adrift asleep, Among the stars, Eternity sleeps, Existence discards, Flashes of light, Rush right past, While this cosmic giant, Slumbers so fast.
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 10:44 PM UTC
Father Black
Adrift asleep, Among the stars, Existence arrives, As it discards, Flickers of light, Rush right past, The cosmic giant, Slumbers so fast.
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Black
Adrift asleep, Among the stars, Existence pops in, As it discards, Flickers of light, Rush right past, The cosmic giant, Slumbers so fast.
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
Black
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.
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Father Time
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
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
time, love, trees, the universe & if we're alone in it
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.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
Blue Wishes
# 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
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Father Time
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.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Time
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
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Father Time
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.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Tick-Tock
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.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Inside Outside
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
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
We never know