Monday, December 19, 2005
a poem I wrote
where has it gone
why need it pass away
time of course is off, coarse, and unbenevolent
its powers are myriad
stretch on forever and become interminable
fly past things passed
steal away and steel for sorrow
wound and heal those that heel and wound
around a little finger
the time of youth yearns for your swift death
then ingnored, you stealthfully attack with
fat, wrinkled, balding, greyheaded minions
then awakened to the onslaught a feeble
defense with measured failures slips beneath its flow
drowing in time in time and passed over past
can see the ruin wrought by you, by it
if it were conscious of its part could we
part it from its path
by words or tears or threat of pain
if it were conscious would time be
unconcerned with itself as it passed
or would time pass from now to past
and pass around the pains of present
where would it go
why need it pass at all
why need it pass away
time of course is off, coarse, and unbenevolent
its powers are myriad
stretch on forever and become interminable
fly past things passed
steal away and steel for sorrow
wound and heal those that heel and wound
around a little finger
the time of youth yearns for your swift death
then ingnored, you stealthfully attack with
fat, wrinkled, balding, greyheaded minions
then awakened to the onslaught a feeble
defense with measured failures slips beneath its flow
drowing in time in time and passed over past
can see the ruin wrought by you, by it
if it were conscious of its part could we
part it from its path
by words or tears or threat of pain
if it were conscious would time be
unconcerned with itself as it passed
or would time pass from now to past
and pass around the pains of present
where would it go
why need it pass at all
Posted by: Rob / 11:46 AM 
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tv sitcom for the win!!!
Its more ogre-like than onion-y. But mainly its about the trouble with life in the fourth dimension. I wrote it a little over a year ago during a month where I just wrote down whatever popped into my head. This was one of many peoms, but probably one of the ones I like most. There will be more to come in the distant future.
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Its more ogre-like than onion-y. But mainly its about the trouble with life in the fourth dimension. I wrote it a little over a year ago during a month where I just wrote down whatever popped into my head. This was one of many peoms, but probably one of the ones I like most. There will be more to come in the distant future.
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