We seem to rush, to cram for a day. But this "time" as we count it is just a mindset. Time is endless and to limit yourself to hours or days is a usless and endless struggle.


Clocks

Eternity
Held by and electric heart beat
Man made
Numbers hold our fate
But when the clocks melt
And we beat on
Seems strange they confine our day
We are asleep but our souls are awake
So to be contained
BY an electric heart beat
Man made
Is only a temporary state
We all fall victim to this phase
But to exist only now and to know only that
With out the chains of this machine
Is to be
And to defeat
The electric heart beat
Man made




Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2010-02-17 at 02:36

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We hear the wind
Her direction unknown
Chase suggested dreams
None of our own
Exit life as entered.....
alone

...so ticks the clock

I find you and your poetry blood for my veins; most distant planet

Thanks again for sharing your gift of genius
2010-02-17



We hear the wind
Her direction unknown
Chase suggested dreams
None of our own
Exit life as entered.....
alone

...so ticks the clock

I find you and your poetry blood for my veins; most distant planet

Thanks again for sharing your gift of genius
2010-02-17