"alloted" poems
Letting go can be tough
Perhaps the harshest measure
Many times we will face
Changes that last forever
"What if I'd done this?"
"What if I'd done that?"
Questions to go unanswered
And irrelevant to the fact
The adoption of acceptance
Is your only quest
The only option to be alloted
Now swallow to digest
Observe the tremble in your hands
Your eyes begin glistening
Your heart is in your ears
But who's the one listening?
As it courses through your veins
Something celebrates in your heart
Every storm runs out of rain
The Truth in you prevails
As you begin to emerge
Once again to raise the sails
You've let it run it's course
You've stopped the irradic spinning
Focusing on the Now
Every breath a new begining
The only stake it has claimed
Is to your education
Simply a reminder
Of life's continuing alteration
To err is only human
And Forgiveness is Divine
You, they, deserving or not
Just turn the coin to see the shine
Yes, we have a choice
To see the brighter side
We don't have to dwell
In the illusion of The Lie
Just as it came
Let it go with an ease
Accepting what it WAS
Join your Self and thaw the freeze
It will come again
Your Knowing, now a weapon
It has lost the ferocity
Sanity no longer threatened
You can call it thick skinned
Or unwavering balance
You can call it indifferent
I will call it an Allowance.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
No father could ask for A son so bright
I can't promise you a perfect example
Afraid of what I may inspire
But with me here at least there is hope
A glimmer of light for the next generation
Starts with you wanting to learn
The best defense for life is to learn
Never be afraid to let your gift shine bright
Don't expect to fit in with your generation
But do expect to lead them by example
Understand that you are part of what is left of hope
You were born to inspire
Seek out how you will inspire
In the allotted time knowledge is yours to learn
Time alloted is prolonged we hope
Because your future is bright
Turn those that doubt you into examples
Let positive thoughts come into generation
Pray for your generation
Appreciate those you inspire
Dont let the system make you an example
Ignorance does not uphold in the court of law so you must learn
Jail is not for the bright and dims hope
No matter the situation never be deserted by hope
Always keep in mind A new generation
Never let skin complexion twist your judgment to whats wrong isn't bright
Burry your eyes in archives Black Egyptians will inspire
Our proper history you will learn
It is then you dont expect but begin to lead by example
Like Malcolm X or Dr. King for example
Someone has to rekindle the hope
History teaches but we didnt learn
As for your generation
Hopefully something will inspire
Something with a soul, something real, something bright...
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Traction,
It's keeping yourself on the alloted trail,
Like a group of spikes pertruding from your hiking shoes.
Hidden underneath bleak chances to run off course,
There is traction.
Ascension,
It's the higher sense of letting go,
Like a swell from the waters of slightly unsecured mentality.
Stationed right above the need for grounding.
There is ascension.
Illumination,
It's the spurt of clarity, intense maturity,
Like a smith of fine silver, molding his first ring.
Seeing what might be, and generating the material.
There is illumination.
Perfection,
Its understanding the material is but a spec of truth.
Like something without beginning,.. without end.
Immortal, appearing mortal,
But, sincerely niether
There is perfection.
That is what you are.
I am.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
In fleeting moments we discover happiness
Only to have the moments fade
Like white clouds that hang in the sky
Until the winds come and they are gone.
Walking down the street I see
The beauty of flowers blooming in the fall
Chrysanthemums in a yard as I walk by
I stop to see them,
But their fragrance is bitter
Best seen from a distance
Is this the way of life?
Time comes and time goes
We see the spring, the summer
Autumn and winter
and each in their turn
Gives us things from which we build life
But we do not own the seasons
The sun rises high and shines upon the world
And then it sets and the moon takes it's place
and each reveal things to us
But we can not stop them or even make them pause
The years are water - we cannot hold them in our hands
Should we mourn for what we do not have
For things, not lost, for they were never ours?
Or should we simply ride the river
Enjoy the passing scene
Accept what gifts we are given and live our alloted time?
May 29, 2010
May 29, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC
Something strong enough to suspend
Each of my one hundred seventy pounds
Buoyantly bracing me,
Broken brain and all.
Keeping my modest necessities of life
Within reach of my lips
Will suffice.
I very much want to live simple
Better yet... I simply want to live.
To make the moments of minimal material...magic.
Grandiose festivities from a week-long
Separations reuniting.
To be paid per diem for successfully
Inhaling the alloted breaths
Assigned for the day.
Pleading,
Hoping,
Longing,
Que así sea.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
I laid asleep in the deepest dream
Till the alarm shattered my mind
How quickly came the mornings sounds
Get Up! Is it really time?
I look and see I'm started late
The clock it must be broke
How can it be. Did I set it wrong?
Is someone playing a joke
I quickly arise to meet the day
Prepared for a shower that's hot
Then I recieve a shocking surprise
As I find the hot water is not
I begin to dress in double time manner
It was time to be headed out
Then I turned around and took a step
And my cat shrieked out a shout!!
My heart now racing along with me
I find myself in the kitchen
At first it was eggs and bacon
But due to time now I'm switchin
I'll now have toast from the toaster
I'll make it a double stack
Up it pops in its alloted time
Crispy and burnt and black
Forget the toast I have no time
But caffeine is a must
I find no sugar no creamer no spoon
Looks like coffee is also a bust
Out the door at last I go
Coffee! Man I NEEDED that!
Then low and behold I look to see
Out of the four one is flat
Can you believe because I cannot
BLEEP and BLEEP and BLEEP!!
I call the boss ,"Sorry I'm sick"
And I go back to sleep.
RLB
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Can we as men comprehend
The value of time
Or is time a commodity much to rare
To be assessed by our feeble mind
Can time be bought for gain
Or for wealth be bought or sold
Does time posses a value
Such as diamonds or as gold
Is time it's self a currency
To be saved as an investment
Should a return be expected
As we prepare for retirement
Could time be a hidden treasure
An object we seek to posses
To add to what time we think we have
Do we over this thought obsess
We as men want so much
Of what we cannot see
For we men know not how much time
Is alloted to you and me
While we are breathing life
Unseen time is always appearing
And at the very same moment
Unseen time is disappearing
So,what is the value of time?
Will the answer by man be ever revealed
Or will this mystery that plaques mans mind
From his knowledge forever be sealed.
RLB
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
O how quickly hastens time
The days they turn to years
Like a shooting star across the sky
Then quickly disappears
Moments passed become remembered
Growing sweeter with the time
Just as grapes put to the lips
Taster sweeter from the wine
Time now gone becomes more precious
Valued more than gold or money
Scenes held so dear remain unchanged
Just as the taste of the long kept honey
Then comes the hour our breath is faded
And our eyes no longer see
The memories we held so dear in life
Are then given up to eternity
No more seen and no more known
Just as times alloted wages
Our memory is taken to the grave
And there we are given to the ages
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
From the tomorrow we hope to come
We can never borrow time
And from its minutes we cannot take
From the day that lays behind
Each day given holds its own
A measured amount of alloted hours
We cannot add or detract from one
This task is not within our power
We only have what time is given
There is no time within the past
And the time that is yet to come
Is fleeting quickly and will not last
The time now that we posses
Is the greatest gift we have been given
It cannot be bought with gold or silver
And it's value cannot be written
Will you spend your time as a fool will do
Upon temporary and fleeing pleasure
Or will you spend it on things eternal
And lay up for yourself in heaven , treasure
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
It's a struggle, a dilemma;
One that have always been
but a procurement of
emptiness and insecurity,
in the way of a fish out of water.
While life and death was never
brought to front,
it was simply the matter of
awaiting the alloted time.
It would've been good to recognise all the weaknesses and treachery at a glance but in that split second when a point was made, naught came to mind
but a lesson of life.
Of simple humiliation,
of swallowing that lump in the back of your throat and suppressing that gargantuan rise of emotions in the chest, heavy and foreboding.
Because it is then you learn,
of yourself and the world.
No one promises that it'll all be fine,
but there's more to life than
failures and setbacks.
On the day past the point of living,
maybe then you'd understand that it all is necessary afterall.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
her light is dim,
her words are slow,
she ambles now.
no more for her,
the rat race.
no more,
the daily grind.
her food is mush,
she sits alseep, for hours,
in the warm sunshine.
no more hustle, nor
any hint of bustle.
she is stooped
and has made
an art,
of the acts of decline.
no more,
taking orders,
she, bides her own time.
she knows,
her coil is ending
and that, the gentle night
beckons.
but still she whines.
until shooshed and comforted and put up,
into bed.
this old dog, Bess
has lived,
long past her prime.
it is just a sense
of well- placed loyalty,
that keeps her mind
fixed on staying, here
with John...
way past her alloted time.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
You my dear.who sits in the chair and disappears for the time alloted.
What holds us appart but fear.
Of seeming foolish... is.that our stock and yolk ?.
What emminates is pure desire. I desire to stand with my soul extended naked In your fire and plumb the depths of your desire.
Feel you close ...disect your inner feares
Listen to you breaths crescendo...tell me all your deepest darkest in the still of an autum night.
MY MIND TO YOUR MIND.
YOUR ID REVEALED... pealed away as husk.
Your aroma and musky essence sweet and desirous. Eyes closed, mind open. Cant you see us now.
Send In the clowns.
Well maybe next year.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
You said the way everything
is so broken between us is
kind of pretty, like
a rotting flower. Were we always
a flower? Building up to those few minutes
of beautiful blossom, just waiting
to live out our potential, hoping
that we could miraculously last longer than
our alloted time, knowing
we never would? Were we always fated
to this slow withering
and pulling back, each returning, folding
into themselves, wishing
the clock would run backwards? You said
to dust all things return, and we
are trying to delay
the inevitable. All I know
is that all the tears I have shed
will not regrow this flower.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Seconds to minutes to hours
They come and they disappear
Then as quickly as a shooting star
We have passed away a year
We may have days before us
But soon they will be left behind
And become a year now gone
That we shall no more find
Time is spent with each breath we take
Time that is never regained
As we spend do we spend it wisely
Or do we waste it just the same
Live your life fully each day
Spend with joy your alloted time
You know not how much you have
Just as I do not know mine
The clock counts away the moments
As they give themselves away
Then the clock it to soon stops
And we lay still within the grave
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC