Day 337 - Falling

If it is we must fall forever

Let it be into another's soul

So as we delight in falling together

We notice wonders, as Alice did down the hole

We see at last how clocks can fly

On their wings they carry our time

We know in falling we can never die

So we talk for years in pleasant rhyme

Then we spend decades longer

Gazing into each other's eyes

And then with great length ponder

The ever changing black, pink, blue skies

Yes if we must fall eternally

We spend an age holding hands

In doing so we learn fully

Hoping that the common man understands

That in falling no injury comes to you

If in the love you discover another to be true

Day 291 - A Chance For Everything

Thousands of hours for millions of options

When the clock hits twelve another chance begins

Another chance to inspire everyone around

Be it with dancing or an inspiring sound

Be it with words or a shining light

Or perhaps the view of a flying kite

In this life there is a chance for everything

Who knows what wonders tomorrow will bring?

Day 237 - Smudging Time

How deeply can one extend his shackles into the grasp of the night?

Grins of silencing gazes, blinds the fluttering sight.

That smudges memory in deathly charcoal exposure,

The cracking clock on the wall so we know all is over.

Scattered to grains of salt and pepper,

Too often happy to expose and taunt the leper.

Who inhales this filth hoping one day,

To like all these memories be smudged away.

That white seeming honesty is a lie, you see

Twelve gasping hours choking on attempts to be free

From the all knowing all seeing omnipotent wretch

Scoffing like an owner whose dog is told to fetch

More charcoal to smudge each instant

More erasers to pull off the moment

When this clock was embedded deep in the wall

Before the times when mankind began to crumble and fall

Day 178 - Time's Flame Consumes

Completion comes in moments lost

Where mere minutes pay the total cost

One hour means more than you can fathom

Mastered by the reality of a greater sum

Than what matches the endless pages

For eternity lasts in spiraling ages

When counting is meaningless because a word

Is better written and longer lasting than if heard

Cinders remain marked gray and ancient

Flames licked harshly and grew impatient

Yet time outdid the mighty quest for paper

Leaving angry smoke instead of soft vapor

The single white remainder means we go on

Given our crown to be the queen no longer a pawn

That is manipulated shamelessly about

Instead time dares to reform its own doubt

Empowering mere moments to be found

With powerful words strewn upon the ground

Stating old things newly acclaimed

Seemingly complete yet never truly tamed

Day 118 - One Life Ago

One Life Ago

That cozy little place you see just there?

One life ago it was filled with love and care,

But now it is empty and hollow

Always waiting for a better tomorrow.

I entered that house in my dreams.

One life ago, envisioning the golden sun's beams

But soon it was shuttered up, harsh and cold

And such visions seem now, creaking and old.

One life ago it was your favorite place

It lit the shadows upon your fair face.

One life ago, we would stand together

That seems to be happening now, never.

One life ago that is all I ask for now

If only we could travel back then, but how?

One life ago is one much too far

Best to stay where it is that we are.

Day 111 - Make a Wish

Make A Wish

Right now, this moment, eleventyone

Showers upon the times just begun

And those which live on in memory

Painting the skies as far as we can see

Stars shed light as fires so old

Tinting the world in a soft gold

Make a wish on the light or star

Know that dreams travel near and far

Time cannot wait, but we can catch it

When in golden times we do not sit

But rather wish, hope, heal and pray

Watching the happy and sad shadows play

Make a wish in this moment about to end

The sacred and calming, laughing friend

Right now, this moment, eleventyone

Shines as brilliant as an infinite sun

Day 43 - Majestic

Majestic

Majesty itself cannot be defined

For it only exists in the human mind

Hypnotize the honesty into traveling far away

Save the candid speech for another day

I am king of all that surrounds this space

Mine is the path that you cannot trace

Wandering off into the bright paradise

No one but you may pay the price

For my own kind revel in my pride

As my beauty flares up from the inside

Check your envy at the door

There is not room here for it anymore

Follow me quietly if you so dare

Closing your eyes begin to recite your prayer

We will last forever right here and now

Without any explanation of why or how

Day 26

If all the music was not cut short as if sweet
Life would learn all the moments we meet
Should be greeted with tunes to purify us one and all
No long allowing our passionate convictions to stall
Instead we shall spur them onward in hopes of truth
The true voices of dreams, faith, and the youth
Take up your song, it has been cut short so cruelly
Blaze the path to the unwavering and unruly
The note shall never fade to tired dust
If we give it breath, which is a must

Day 23 - Love

Love

Here I begin to bend, anything for my darling

It matters not what shape I might take on later

And though this may seem quite alarming

I would go through hell and back and still wait for her

She holds all that has ever meant anything at all

She creates light even when the hope is so small

You see when she holds me, I know nothing more

There is only now and having her by my side

Nothing matters about later or before

For with me she has chosen to truly confide

How can such an angel breathe next to me?

That I will be forever too blind to see

I have not felt this pure or right since my birth

And that was eons ago or so it seems

That only placed me here on this earth

But she has come straight out of my dreams

To enlighten every moment I exist and live

And for her there is nothing I would not give

Day 17 - Clock Chaos

Clock Chaos

How dare you shape my life into pieces?

What happens when all of this ceases?

I would like to see you shattered and falling apart

Just in time to the beat of my slowing heart

You define in circles every step I take

Yet what if there is some path unmarked I wish to make?

Hidden sparks that plead to be free of minute space

You declare all of our lives on your tiny face

I see how you set up you battalion in preparation

Honest to the fact that you rarely escort celebration

In fact you only dare to greet the cycle so modern

That says there is still so much we must learn

You think that you hold power even over the seasons

You put yourself in an ivory tower forgetting all the reasons

Showing what could matter even without shiny gears

I have blood and bone but none of your seers

That keep all of essence on in-between ground

With hands that only know how to go slowly round

How could they know the answers without every sharing a hug

They hold no connection of shoulders to even shrug

The pieces you see are whom I am becoming

I am not ever constant, but like a river running

That swirls and captures and laughs like the brooks

Always the learner and reader of books

So when I slow down with my last sigh

I shall look you straight in the eye

And at last I will know it is true

My life was made entirely of you

Day 13 - Locked in Time

Locked in Time

Reflective moments cry out in symmetry

"I am too normal, in what you see."

Time is speaking in rhythmic ticks

So much to do, too much to fix

"But you do not recognize my tone,"

It insists, "There is more to be known."

Locked out in years and moments and breath

We walk the fine line before our death

Life is the dash that lies in between

So much is hidden and quiet unseen

Growth takes time and quiet stillness

Lack of this decreases ones' wellness

So breath falls and slowly rises

Bringing on smiles and many surprises

Moments drip away like rain

Keeping us bordering on sane

We are trapped and released as well

All with the slow tick-tock as our tell

Day 1

Stark death and crackling memories
That is all they manage to see in me

Sad story songs and pitiful melodies

O that is all the young ones can ever see

But listen young one I have stayed strong

Through all of these storms and biting winds

I have made it out through the trials so long

So even now I know that new life begins

My hardy exterior it does scream

Things that you are terrified by

It has halted many a midsummer’s dream

Catching the soft artists’ eye

I have a tale that I tell so well

In which I am the last standing hope in this place

Of a kingdom that finally to ruins fell

There I was not horrid or a disgrace

There I healed all that I could

I made a difference and strong I stood