#sooner
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
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
I had reasons,
It was my toughest decision,
It made you feel blue
I walked away from you,
It was for the best for everyone,
When I am gone,
You will realize it was better,
I had left sooner.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
Lets talk about our past memories
All the stories and all the tales
Let’s talk about all our theories
And how they never seem to last
Cause we never seem to look past
All of our notes and all our facts
Let’s find ourselves alone
At 3am. Crying on our beds,
Avoiding the biggest traffic cone
Inside of our sorrowful heads.
Because we can’t escape ourselves,
What we’ve broken upon the shelves.
And we started counting in twelves,
Forgetting the one’s and the thirteen’s,
And all the rest in the in betweens.
Now we can’t find anything to be unseen.
If only we had taken our predictions,
And thrown out all our guns,
Lived like all the billions,
And stopped resting in coffins.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
what if
we were meant to be
in another lifetime
but i had known you
sooner or later
than i should have?
would loving you now
still be a valid reason
to relive the sooner
and to anticipate the later?
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
My one wish? To have met you so much sooner.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC