#0134 - Day 1

A toast to the New Year!

Herald a new stretch of time:
unwritten words wait upon wisping nibs,
and as the gym memberships are dished out
(like Halloween candy)
the far-off future (background)
flies into focus, now foreground.
Some fear,
some fly.

This opportunity feeds off of the
audacities and intricacies of before:
those memories that are now
antiquity, but which now
pave the path to posterity.

#0121 - Attachment

Some will only bivouac,
And others mean to stay a while.
Neither’s ever out of style,
So when you are to be attached

Be sure to know if this will last
a century, or pass too fast.

#0119 - A Moment Amongst Sunlit Waves

The sun-streaked waves, they roll across
the ocean's tranquil, sapphire blues.
The sun, while watching many ac-
-res, colours skies with splendid hues.

All moments turn to memories;
although they're gone in rapid time,
their lucid shadows never cease
to paint a landscape in your mind.

So take your senses, dive within
the sky, the sea, the sun, the rain—
they won't again, while you still live,
appear the same as on this day.

#0052 - "My mind is often thinking of an end"

My mind is often thinking of an end
To all I hate and, more so, all I love.
I think of how I could somehow append
More time to life: I fear both goat and dove.
Yet flowers never wish they could live on
Once seeds of theirs have spread across the land:
As soon as offspring are assured 'pon yon-
-der hills, they quick succumb to time's bleak hand.
Old canines, felines, insects and the Jay,
Once coming near their end, they simply lie:
They do not dramatize their deaths, and they
Don't mope 'pon knowing that their time is nigh.
     It's strange to know that death I always fear
     When everything its end must one day near.

#0049 - "Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass"

Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Experience the passing time with ardour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

Though one can't see the Earth in all its mass,
Nor pinpoint each and every linen pucker,
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.

Do not think never-ending growing grass,
Do not think never-ending florid verdure,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

The world can falsely pretty be. Alas,
Perceiving what it truly is is harder:
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.

Be wary of assumptions quick and crass:
Your moments, gifts, are ephemeral succour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

Don't give yourself to thoughtless, dull impasse:
Live in the moment with an innate fervour.
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

#0030 - Thought 7

Seconds:
 Longer than instants,
 Shorter than moments.

#0023 - "The passing time runs through my hand"

The passing time runs through my hand
like yellow sand, both coarse and fine.

Horizons pass as dusk and twi-
-light mimic life, so quick elapsed.

Each moment forms a memory,
a precious seed for mental stores;

one easily lets moments fly,
lets time pass by from memory.

#0020 - "My hourglass used to be filled with sand"

My hourglass used to be filled with sand,
but then there was a leak,
and slowly, surely, my time ran out.

I filled my hourglass with water,
but then time flowed by in the blink of an eye.

I filled it with concrete:
at first I liked having time at a standstill,
but that got old pretty quick.

I once left it empty,
but air flows even faster than water.

I filled it with dirt:
sometimes time would flow,
but sometimes it got stuck and I'd have to shake it loose.

I've put many things in my hourglass,
but I can't seem to get time to flow just right.