"Errant on the initial perception we sought to lessen misconceptions to none."
but put upon by reason, i call the kings on treason and smash them all for fun.
dodge the waves of lightning though they stand and say i'm lying.
i see how far they'll go to make this death defying.  so i
calculate probability of actuality to infinity
incredulity crawls close to profanity
spiraling seems to be
looming inevitably
undone

time is slow and grows,
faster it seems to go,

why is time important?

can we forget how little there is,
how much we want,
live now not later,

from small to big grow we do,
waste not on insecurities,
forget the wanting,
give and receive what's needed,

old we are now no time left,

did i waste what was given in time?

or use it well

by scarlet rose

Faith is a funny tale,
Banging!, on no ones thought of what door,
Humming and cooing and my window jail,
and trudging at my pondering floor

To quicksand it desolates -suddenly-
from titular crown of metals to pallid birch,
All cones of mono roll down on a trolley
with the tetra floss that burns the torch,

Fate is a formidable foe,
Descend itself to morrows fort,
discriminating as it comes and goes
to what it justifies at court,

Stepping to festive cascades,
lying faintly on the tomb of beds
Where the harbinger harvest withering fades,
there it cuts the echoing threads

So we alone stroll at chrono's fraud,
Brooming dust into makers state,
Sack of pennies nods; smirks at prudent gestures sad,
That is when and then we go back to old date

And death was the beginning
To start my own journey
For the unknown to bring
It feels like eternity

Many people I met
Friends and foes
But I have felt
Emotion in me grows

(Bridge)--

Oceans deep
Oceans fall
Somewhere I am
Inside I sleep
---------------

(Chorus)----

I died many times
I traveled everywhere
Beyond dimensions
Just to lead back to you
-------------------

Where does my heart
Want to be
With you or her
I got to see

I was alive somewhere
Parallel realities
I fell in this despair
Beyond many seas

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

(Acoustic Guitar Solo)

I lived inside a dream
Down comes the stream
In which dragons still fly
I travel up into the sky

I saw my enemy
And it was me
But I still have a heart
Sometime...
Somewhere...
This love ours shall never depart

(Bridge)

(Chorus) x 2

It should be no surprise
That I felt inspired when I managed to find
Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger,  Corridors of time
And as I began to ponder this rhyme
I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives"
Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave
The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved
So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back
I smile at the memories given to me from days long past
And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same
Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name

And death was the beginning
To start my own journey
For the unknown to bring
It feels like eternity

Many people I met
Friends and foes
But I have felt
Emotion in me grows

(Bridge)---

Oceans deep
Oceans fall
Somewhere I am
Inside I sleep
---------------

(Chorus)---

I died many times
I traveled everywhere
Beyond dimensions
Just to lead back to you
------------------

Where does my heart
Want to be
With you or her
I got to see

I was alive somewhere
Parallel realities
I fell in this despair
Beyond many seas

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

(Acoustic Guitar Solo)

I lived inside a dream
Down comes the stream
In which dragons still fly
I travel up into the sky

I saw my enemy
And it was me
But I still have a heart
Sometime...
Somewhere...
This love ours shall never depart

(Bridge)

(Chorus) x 2

Love is between a measured chrono-connection, having a quantum thread of memories between lives extending into the infinity of eternity. No matter what is the timing of life, love never dies to the end.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

while lucifers steal the light
of this world,
and take to stage...
basking in the frightening
light of Icarus....
monotheism
via plagiarism...
synonym, god,
vector...
the satans bask
in the ***** of....
a reliquary of shadows;
some people
are just too stupid,
in order to lie...
lacking in chrono--stamina...
biologicznie... słabi;
"stupid"...
         herd mentality
always scoops up
the remnant...
odd...
not inanimate pluralism
of hoarding....yet stI'll
a pluralism...
   BØRG...
the remnant contra the remnants
of...
          soft J
Norwegian fjords...
callous Y... a tree,
a tongue of hydra...
           dirge, and prior
to aeons ago, a Hindu cremation...
a burial at sea...
lost, labours of artefact...
gained...
       a love,
surmised via copper.

I got a chrono... something
it meters the time
made in France
set to Greenwich
a silver case
but probably not real
and an expanding strap
in a shrinking World
that's a bonus.

No need for shallow chest breath
I am safe
I can breathe through my belly
Deep, becoming regular
Soothing, smoothing, slowing

No need for organised thought
I am shielded
I can relax into this place
Calm, becoming gentle
Softening, swaying, sliding

No need for clock watching
Dali time only
I can exist, chrono-sheltered
Now, becoming ageless  
Melting, muting, morphing
Here…

A door with round window
Mellowing to Renoir-lens
Glossy, smudgy, charm
Hobbit-style architecture
Familiar, shire-y, amiable
Lit warm and soft

A brown carpet bag
Caressing the rich pile
Sturdy, salvaged, true
Tardis-like inner structure
Dependable holder, infinite
For weights and woe

Smooth, even, stone stairs
Descending in timeworn strength
Secure, bendless, cool
Delivering, guiding journey-way
To ease and mend

I tender-lift my bag
Zip open for a prize
On every step

Each stair a healing game
The bag a hungry friend
To hold my heavy goods
And bare them strong for me
As I descend

Step one is for fear
Two for screaming
Three for ache
    with blurred-out meaning
Four for panic
Five dark-dread
    that slither-twists through sleep in bed
If guilt is six
Then shame is seven
    long blame-soaked school without a lesson
Eight for pleading
Nine for weeping
Ten for wounds, and burns, and bleeding

The bag now zipped, trapped weights and woe,
is set down gently, as I go
All grateful heart, and kindess-eyed
Door opens as
I walk outside

Cuckoo clock
                   tower
weather vain
                   raven
sunny day
           caw-some

Sobriety is overrated
Bottle recess for your mind
Pain and time are complicated
Pain and mind are lubricated
Time and mind in competition
Time and pain aligned

Little drops of consolation
Shiny sparkly pools of bliss
Softly viewed through condensation
Revenants by invitation
Bottle-born in resurrection
Noone else to miss

There exists the true addiction
Passing time with those you lost
Pain is not the real affliction
Loss of love holds little friction
Time can pass in all directions
Overlook the cost

Bottles as chrono-transporter
Meaningless in time and pain
Chosen over bricks and mortar
Home inside the pain exporter
Caught inside the time remover
Genie trapped again

Traps are not a solo prison
Bottle is no picky thief
Locked outside your final mission
Circumscribed to watch and listen
Grasping as the brown glass darkens
Wading into grief

< I >
Day arc begins. The sunflower class gazes lovingly skyward at their fire-star teacher. The newest pupils chin-strain in awe-focused attention. Reverent but energetic, their heads smooth-turn gradually westward towards their warm reward. Their blooms are a balmy destination for sunning bees. Perfect timing, rippling into the world…  

A sage watched his plants while his plants tracked the sun
He thought that it wasn’t worth noting
that petals would right to keep facing the light
as the sun-facing side was selectively dried

So sagely inquiry was done
Until the idea could receive its refloating

A physical botanist noticed the same
He took it a logic step further
His plants were all placed and completely encased
in a darkness-bound dock for a turn of the clock

The plants kept rotating their aim
And he was the first timing rhythm observer

The more he considered, the more he was sure
He could, based on solid deduction,
with confidence say that they acted this way
Through an inner intense, sunlight following sense

And urged folks to study this more
With rigours of research and science instruction

Years later, two scientists lived in a cave
A one-month foray in spelunking
Still, noiseless and lightless, the cave was all timeless
Just like the plant dock, but encased in cave rock

Their temperature curves did not change
So humans and plants had some notes to exchange…
--

< II >
People invent fake sunlight. Industry never stops. A timeless, tiring blur of day into night. We sit, pale and caffeinated. A world blinking fluorescent and midnight grey. A modern, diurnal nightmare. Timing battles fought from the inside…

Perched aside the optic nerve
Perfect clock inside the brain
Captured sunlight through the eye
Keeps us synched to night and day
Time and time again

Crossing zones will lead to lags
Clock and earth fall out of step
Difficult to sleep or wake
Model it to count the cost
Measured sleeping debt

Scientists find many clocks
Timing marked out body-wide
Liver, kidney, stomach, skin
Hair and muscle, pancreas
All with clocks inside

Timing cues from inside out
Hormones and adrenal glands
Exercise, consuming food
Drinking, sleeping, changing mood
Moving clockwork hands

    It’s tricky, said the shiftworker
    I’m in a real to-do
    My stomach thinks it’s ten am, my liver, half past two
    My kidneys think it’s yesterday
    My muscles Monday night
    My brain in concert with the earth, keeps timing by the light
    And all I want is sugar and a quiet kiss goodnight

Stomach, head, and heart in flux
Health and safety chrono-shock
Out of synch with social norms
Shiftworkers are precious hands
Pulled around-the-clock

Invisible clocks set with sun-travel springs
A hidden existence in all living things