#haste
We seek to pass the time as if
to rid ourselves of trapped
discomfort, somehow brought on
by the excess of it, rather
than cherishing the little we have,
blissful in its scarce passage.
We speak of passing time as if
it were a leisurely pursuit,
but in truth, it passes us
too fast to slow and lounge with us.
In truth, we must rise and ride,
lest we chance falling behind.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
NOTE: I intentionally Reversed (FINE and DANDY to DANDY and FINE) but you guys get the idea same concept!!!
Rise and Grind!!!!
as the Sun
starts to shine,
Wipe the sleep
from your eyes,
Come on,
IT'S GO TIME!!!,
COME ON AND
MAKE HASTE,
YOU GOT
NO TIME TO WASTE,
GOD WOKE YOU UP
THIS MORNING,
of HIS
LOVE and HIS GRACE,
so give
GOD THE PRAISE,
for this
BRAND NEW DAY!!!
Before you
hit the streets,
DO NOT FORGET TO PRAY,
OH, THE
BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE,
full of
BEAUTIFUL
SUNRAYS!!!
BLUE SKIES,
NO CLOUDS,
NOT EVEN
A SIGN OF RAIN,
So, start your day off,
feeling
DANDY and FINE,
I hope you have
a GOOD ONE,
Once again,
RISE AND GRIND!!!!
B.R.
Date: 6/8/2025
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 9:14 PM UTC
to what end wrestle ye with spirits in truth,
not a true Jungian complex if we slip the knot,
now, who started the dispute about right useness?
Table manners at a Norman Rockwell reenactment.
As eldest, I let my peace, first comfort me,
then extend, as joy in truth is our strength to use,
facilitate wait to see, which chocolate each remembers
- it's me as the never has been grand father
- establishing the fact that life remains
as much like a box of chocolates
as any random chance choices
acting a fan of symbiology
on holiday l'chaim
made so by holy
symbolic life experience
changes in the Christmas story,
the one where Mary's matters,
she being Luke's prime source,
James the Wise's mother,
Mere and pure, indeed, one idea
peaceable at nomination, wise
at the taste oh, the beguilement,
we can make secrets, ours, alone,
eh, holy ordained layer on of hands,
no, holy transcriber of tongues,
there are enough inspired
utterances ex cathedra
ala Azusa Street, and radio
mind trust building framed information,
so greedy deep that to this day, knowers
feel the genuine pain of wasted peace,
invested in hate needed to consume
according to planned economic
impression therapy, reset…
wars
for old ignorances
of custom, fief fee fidelity
501 c3, proven non profit…
duty due the personal will to say why
right works and wrong does not…
to tell the whole Bible story, as imbedded
in a disciple
to the kind
of being we form, as
rowdy boys let run a little wild as
has been practice in war societies,
or has been so fictional-ated
as to make no never mind
what if, ai ag us on one eclipse
explanation, sheer luc, by any measure
You gather all your experience,
pick any 27 years,
in acquisition sequence
-------
I can remember thinking different…
-- what more can a rescuer Dad attempt,
temptation to avert a train wreck,
praying to be led away from adversity
endured, enjoyed remembered,
encouraged to let this mind be,
in you, be ye bond or free, be leaving
the lessoning about to be wished loose,
as one's equivalent knot, to a yoke,
broken in the acceptable fasts,
we agreed, let every yoke be broken,
set the captives free, enforce reality,
or else, enjoy making up your own mind,
given the exact same mind, liturgically,
as the blessing of wisdom settles on us,
as we witness the weform this mind takes
and we feel light headed.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 6:59 PM UTC
We keep racing down,
and from what we hear the van --
has lost its exhaust.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 4:18 AM UTC
Who am i
Before i was born
What was i doing
In the mysteries of the unknown
Do i have a name
Where do i call my home
Did i say goodbye
Before i was gave birth by my mom.
Why did i chose my parents.
Who carried me first,
Who cleaned me up,
Who wiped my first tears
Who were my first friend
Why do i have to be in haste
Why do i have to die
Where are you taking me to
Am i going home ?
Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 5:56 PM UTC
There will certainly be
A great many of them
Far readier than I’ll ever be
O blessed unborn one
Yet endowed with inexistence
To whom mercy shall slip from
And re-emerge in its awakening
Beings past or below my shrinking age
A great many among them
Whom I once did or shan’t collide
Beyond the captured scope of mutual days
To relate to you what high events
Unrolled before our common eyes
Folks granted with the privilege
Promoted to the status of witnesses
Historians, athletes and prophets
By themselves and their narratives
I let them unroll their good accounts
Forfeit their tales of what must be bound
To mould your unsuspecting
Circumspect mind and
Save you from sensing
Delicately sensing
Voices that once knew more
Than in haste speak
Than with haste carry
Daringly could the silence hear
Untangle the mumbling tango
Of the vociferous crystal parade
My darling unborn one
The tortuous path out of the forgings
Of reason almighty, the ventricular beast
Played and echoed in loops and on repeat
No, you shan’t feast on their hymns
Yours is meant for the engineering of belief
In something further, of glory,
Far more, furthermore,
Something extraordinary
Than the days of days
And the knowns of knowns
And to lodge firmly out of the stillness
That’s woven in the heart of your chanting storm
And in the precipice of the forecast
May you never come to designate
But the space between the notes
So that when it comes not to ever pass
We shall rejoice in the untold absence
That binds us as if pierced by an arrow
While we ask about the bow
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 6:26 PM UTC
Simulated tastes
Emulated face
Of a careless faker
Think in haste,
Take and you take,
Living life as if it were a race
What will you say, when you meet your maker?
May 1, 2023
May 1, 2023 at 9:19 AM UTC
What do you do for a living?
I
Live
For
A
Living
#NoPressure
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 6:21 PM UTC
the yearling roasted on the spit
its drippings crackled the fire
huddled in a smoky closed space
family with a neighbour, or two
bags packed, shoes on, ready to go
the meat carefully carved
its skeleton intact, unbroken
with endives rolled in flatbread
unleavened as we had no time
meal's remains destroyed in the fire
we're ready to leave at any moment
from where we're born and always lived
to a place known only from ancient tales
outside, shrieks and wails, of horror and utter terror
inside, goosebumped, hair standing, we waited, in silence
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
Impatience
Is
a
fool
If you make it
a friend
It
will make you
a
fool
too
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC
The call of the void,
The ever present touch
The ever graceful nudge
The sudden realization
The hasty correction
The resent of thought
The promise of never again.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
As I surf on some people's ideaologies,
I notice that
They spend their time with others
Maybe to waste in haste!
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
__Three Scottish hags brew up a political storm in a...cauldron.__
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Slips of time,
Stolen by,
The frustrating cry of empty space.
Just 3 words, just 3 breaks,
The clock ticks by,
I see your face.
Skin for every pocketed minute,
A strand of hair for each delayed train,
A minute here, A minute there,
An hour lost in anywhere.
Slips of time,
Stolen by,
A friend from a better place.
You're with me always in places I refuse to see,
Teaching me to tune a better melody.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
Mastering the art
Speaking without thinking through
Skilled in hurrying
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
A Poem about “The Justice in Self Love” By Marley Fritel
Someone around you finds justice in haste.
Emotions of yours justify where they're placed.
Leave it to justice to fiddle with games.
Forcing one's will to conform to its fate.
Lead on mournful son, bring justice on home.
Obstacles gleam like most polished of chrome.
View, and greet others as friend before foe.
Even justice hesitates when it need be bestowed.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Silky cocoon of routine leaves
this metamorphosis stagnating
how the discomfort thieves
the fear of change isolating
The struggle lies in the escape
with no energy left to attempt
monotonous days left to drape
as if life holds me in contempt
Hanging on this lonely branch
sometimes I pray just to fall
monotonous routine's avalanche
creates days so banal
And then a child finds the lonely silk
plucks carefully into a glass jar
Oh how the curiosity of their ilk
creates this warm inner spar
A want to escape
a need to taste
freedom's luscious grapes
make haste happiness,
make haste.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
your hand on my waist
i found my place
looking at your nervous face
don't want you to give me space
don't let our love go to waste
i want you to proceed with haste
darling, you have me and my lace
stop letting your thoughts doubt love's taste
spread out under you like a sweet candy paste
wonder who will win the race
i've fallen into your embrace
i won't become Love's Disgrace
so finish me slowly,
but with utmost haste.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
i never told you how beautiful you were,
i made you feel special at some point. but i was not surprised that you
did not respond the next day.
i promised you many things,and now its like i'm writing a handbook with my right hand; which i don't write with my right hand.
i cannot speculate anything when you say something.
but how can i be so sure?
"always follow your heart, even if it hurts." you said.
so i did. and now i'm the happy girl i always wanted to be
or am i?
you can never tell if the person your looking at is just sad or depressed because of what they've been through
but i promise them it'll be okay!
and so it was.
but she was still dealing with her body issues
and shes gone off guard with herself,
and doesn't care about the aftereffect about herself.
people realize whats worth for them is everything
but only you can be the one to change yourself
and love yourself.
and i see there is no in between due to the fact iv'e done it.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
die nacht tickt durch die uhr davon
zu laut tickt sie
und sie verstreicht niemals
obwohl sie rennt und rennt
aber sie kommt nicht an
die nacht ist zu leise, ist zu schnell
und die zeit zu dunkel
(attempt of a translation)
the night ticks away through the clock
too loud it ticks
and it never passes by
although it runs and runs
but it never arrives
the night is too silent, too fast
and time too dark
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
Waiting on Yahweh is
an effective binding
of our soul to His;
will this Life’s quiz
be clarified within…
our identity in Christ?
We’re human beings, not
human doings; begin
to live without worry.
Haste makes waste; can
we expect real change,
if always in a hurry?
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
the hands of time
do tick on by
in the process years
passage quickly by
our clock's cogs
speedy of haste
there's not a spare
minute to waste
a youthful soul
racing along
then into old age
comes a final gong
the hands of time
do tick on by
in the process years
passage quickly by
life's every moment
strikes a chime
until they reach
a conclusive prime
days on the rapid
circuit decrease
as momentum's lap
will so cease
the hands of time
do tick on by
in the process years
passage quickly by
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC