rak03252: I write.have written… many verses with TIME as a theme.. many ways to look at TIME, a friend? An enemy ?...time is always there.. does it end ?
this, would be the crisis center chaos starts to soar unrest, shadows crashing such silence now aroar dropping down to higher ground muses are bemused every useful, helpful hint is one by one abused
yes, this is time and destination part of the universe creation moving with determination of the extreme examination
keeping a vigil in the village tracking thru the town open up your eyes and hope your heart don’t let you down where we go from here is beyond question and doubt there’s more answers than you need to know some you’ll do without
going an extra mile going on and on for years searching for the smile that hides behind those tears
whatever will replace you must find and chase you down to stay among the living or drift to higher ground
yes, this is time and destination its creation at its peak it’s all the answers one by one which ones do you seek
where have you been or going back it’s self-assured at best every complication becomes just one more test
how you respond and what you do to make amends or run it slips away so quietly sure as the setting sun
and when the path is clearly blocked and the detour signs are gone perhaps you’ll find you can’t return as you keep keeping on
to face the unknown bastardly of the cocked and crooked sword nothing to gain, but insight becomes its own reward
and spilling over as the blood that flowed then flows again we can’t complete the circle until the colors blend
many verses with TIME as a theme..
many ways to look at TIME, a friend?
An enemy ?...time is always there..
does it end ?
TIME AND DESTINATION©
by rak
this,
would be the crisis center
chaos starts to soar
unrest,
shadows crashing
such silence now aroar
dropping down to higher ground
muses are bemused
every useful, helpful hint
is one by one abused
yes,
this is time and destination
part of the universe creation
moving with determination
of the extreme examination
keeping a vigil in the village
tracking thru the town
open up your eyes
and hope your heart don’t let you down
where we go from here
is beyond question and doubt
there’s more answers than you need to know
some you’ll do without
going an extra mile
going on and on for years
searching for the smile
that hides behind those tears
whatever will replace you
must find and chase you down
to stay among the living
or drift to higher ground
yes,
this is time and destination
its creation at its peak
it’s all the answers
one by one
which ones do you seek
where have you been
or going back
it’s self-assured at best
every complication
becomes just one more test
how you respond
and what you do
to make amends
or run
it slips away so quietly
sure as the setting sun
and when the path is clearly blocked
and the detour signs are gone
perhaps you’ll find you can’t return
as you keep keeping on
to face the unknown bastardly
of the cocked and crooked sword
nothing to gain, but insight
becomes its own reward
and spilling over as the blood that flowed
then flows again
we can’t complete the circle
until the colors blend