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 Mar 2015 Victor Marques
Chris
Time
Seconds counting
Spinning in endless design
Adding up minutes
Filling gaps in daydreams
Changing sky colors
Pushing everything forward
Something to stare at
Looking at the clock
Crawling on its hands
Dragging out hours

Time
You said in time
This pain would heal
The sadness would disappear
But time has stopped
The world has ended
And so have I

It can't happen in time
When you are out of time
A traveller am I on the roads of the world. In my wanderings
have I seen lands famed in story and shorn of all glory today.
I have seen the unheeded ruins of insolent might - its banner
of victory is gone with the wind, like boisterous laughter stilled
into silence by a sudden thunder-clap.

I have found stupendous pride humbled to the dust, dust
on which the beggar spreads his tattered rags, dust on which the
traveller leaves the print of weary steps to be effaced by the
ceaseless march of unnumbered feet.
I have seen a world long dead lie entombed in layer below
layer of sand like some stately ship struck by a sudden storm
and sunk in a leaden sea with its cargo of hopes and songs and memories.

Among such symbols of impermanence I move, and feel in
the very throbbing of my heart the utter stillness of the infinite.
In The Past I Considered myself to Be a Genius
Then I Saw ♥ Love ♥
Born Jamaican, to a single mom
Watched her struggle, in that land
Day and night through stress and fears
She worked real hard building tiers

For years, she was our founding rock
Teaching, preaching, assuring with gust

Yeah, she complained
She's only human
That the man wasn't there,
to help us move onward

Now, I'm grown
Facing life
Mirror image of her past life
Struggled with my kids in kind

Hoping for a life devine
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