#later
The clock is a hunter, steady and slow,
Collecting the debts that the moments owe.
The seeds in the garden, the rust on the gate,
They don’t ask for permission; they simply await.
Sooner is a spark, a sudden sharp light,
The thief in the morning, the turn in the night.
It’s the impulse to speak, the rush of the rain,
The quick-mending heart or the flash of the pain.
Later is a mountain, draped in the mist,
The letter unwritten, the chance that we missed.
It’s the quiet arrival of all we’ve deferred,
The echo of every unspoken word.
But time has a way of collapsing the line,
Turning the maybe to just in due time.
For the tide always turns and the shadows must grow,
And the river will find where it’s destined to go.
So let the world spin at its frantic, wild pace,
Or drift like a feather through infinite space.
The truth doesn’t hurry, and truth isn't late.....
It meets us exactly at the edge of the gate.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
That's me what I'm now, my life is certain.
You'll call me, and I'll say: 'Hello, I'll call later.’
You'll answer: 'OK. I got it. No problem.'
And I'll left with a guilt that you're a waiter.
The time will trip forth, to feelings athwart.
And you'll await for my call all the same.
My answer to you is my heavy load now,
My refusal words and short tones after them...
And you'll await for my call until last,
Until your last profound sigh.
If I could turn all things around,
I'll call you back after a while...
Forgive me...
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
Later,
When I drop the ball
Do me a favor,
Stand over there
As I teeter
Between take it or give it all
And "why even bother?"
I've made the call,
No answer
So forever I will fall
Screaming into the ether
©2024
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 7:57 PM UTC
seeping art intuiting in our time.
My time, existing while others
struggle, my life has passed thus far,
with little efforting on my part, low ambition,
what good can I do
beautiful nets, Arpa to Darpa, through my time,
crossing all faith's propagation lines, living long,
on a single strand that ties all things in mindtimespace.
our jointed articulated mind frame with windows,
the old … mindshare bubbles in bubbles paradigm;
William Blake painted his visions but failed
to make plain the lies he believed, because all are
cloaked in the grand cloud of all no one needed to know,
until our eyes ^ 10x'd Galileo's and Newton' s
up and down,
and around and around,
we twisted, till the sun shined through…
did that ever really happen to you,
or did you see it at a drive in, with an easy girl,
every body knew, knew the drill, an easy lady
later made famous,
after a series of booms in economic terms,
good pay working on future warfare,
nobody could afford, until, somebody
ran the numbers, attention value,
glimpse the ox,
that gets it going, all the way to the ride,
But where is the bull that was that ox,
in a previous purpose?
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 8:10 PM UTC
someday far from now,
i’ll be sitting on my porch with my soulmate
watching the grass blow in the wind
we’ll go to church
eye the maple leaves as they fall swiftly to the ground
our hands will be glued together
and we’ll watch our dog frolic in the yard
but, that’s someday very far from now
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 2:30 PM UTC
Wrap your spring
in the winter.
Only to unleash it
on the rose later.
Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 7:57 PM UTC
Anyways on the walk to your house.
Twice in the hall.
Lose it.
Felt like permanent.
Scold.
Grass keeps the air cool, like matte.
Perhaps crawl.
So enthralled.
Liking it, lose it all again.
Over.
A corpse chiming with ideas.
Chiming only to finest, hideous.
Hideous.
More hideous.
Garrett Johnson.
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
If something good happens,
Don't ask why or how.
Just enjoy it and accept it now.
Because you never know
When something bad will happen.
And when it does,
Don't ask why or how.
You can do that later.
Now is the time to deal with it
And heal from it.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC
The worst feeling
is remembering
how much I love you
five years later;
and not having
you by my side.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
Bad,,,,, Bad,,, Good.
Bad,,,,, Bad,,,, Bad,,, Good.
Bad,,,,, Bad,,,,, Bad,,,, Bad,,,,, Bad,,,, Bad,,,,, Good.
Sooner or later.
Just why not 'sooner' rather than 'later'?
Maybe.... Let's not waste our time.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
Stop saying
"Tomorrow"
No one knows
the last tomorrow,
Just do it!
-Pastorlee
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
Today flipped through my 10th grade journal
Stumbled upon a list
My greatest desires at the time
Things for which I most wished
The first and only thing written
To find someone who loves me
Tells me I'm beautiful every day
When I look and act ugly
Here I am nine long years later
Blessed with that guy
I am still unhappy
Don't know why
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
as willed though what not
so will as if mind revealed
through thought nor notion
disclose
adrift nor uplift ye
don't fret as seem
though just is then
as just was not now
forsake moment
prevail over sec
offer up minute
til hour assimilate ye
thus get back cost of experience at no risk
now take on encountered tisk tisk loss
to wake upon actuality
not to go down as reality
hear ye without guidance induce self reliance
hear ye without purpose ensue self independent theorem
that'll inevitably defy another's embraced misgiving or pacify norm
now steadfast and conform oneself
though lucid measures over means
that'll impede another's undisciplined self impact from affecting ye
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
The real battle, actually has no views
Everyone startle; battlegrounds are no revues
It's hard to separate, when unseen or hidden
Battle of my thoughts, a fight within
I built a mansion, but I'm yet to move in
I built a jet for auction, but it's yet to move me
I'm a volcano, with no eruption
All end in the war within; ending in an option
To do it now, or some other time
Verb is no noun, i never made my action prime
The Battle is disastrous, it leaves my goals in shipwreck
Strolling now or later, I lose the ambitions in a cheap trek
Later is always the war victor, but it's grave
Never again will I take the tour; just doing it - is save
Tomorrow is another day, but it's a bait that annihilate
I will do it later; But I'm late now or I'm now late
- Pastorlee
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
If you think of a life with me, picture me with soap in my hair, bubbles lining the strands of my wet-with-sweat frizz.
Picture the tomato-sauce-stained plates with bits of pasta, scattered by the sink like the continents of the world when it should be just Pangea, one place, all neat.
Picture me holding the sponge, scrubbing the red out of the white plates we ate from.
I'll picture your arms wrapped around me, head resting on my shoulder, murmuring behind me that I smelled like sweat.
Picture me smiling at the honesty and then listen to me complain to you that we should get this done. WE.
I'll picture you rinsing after I told you to and I'll hear your whining about your tired arms and how you're impatient about feeling my lips on yours.
And then we hurry, we wash the dishes together and there is soap in my hair.
We wash our hands which go to each other's waist and then we pull closer and then your hand is on my face and the taste of your mouth is on my tongue.
And then we stop. We stare.
Picture that, PinkInk.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Some impossible goodbyes
Like a farewell embrace
For a wisp of tobacco smoke
Or a parting kiss
From the vapors dancing at the rim
Of that favorite chipped teacup
You carry with you wherever you go
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
I’m like the update reminder on my computer
remind me in an hour...
remind me tonight..
remind me tomorrow...
later...
what happens when I update
will I perform better
or just be slower than before
is the update really worth the risk?
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
Whiskey all day
**** all night
Yank a knife in my side
Beat me to death with a pogo stick
Cry to me and call me a ****
Your face is making me feel sick
Don't mourn me.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC