Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Time Reinvented.......a MIC Write #44



In unwinding
blinding
silence
I learn myself
to pause... again
cause if I can't
 nothing worthwhile
will catch up to me

I realize it's late in the evening
I'm remembering how I hate how my downtime
just as much as my frown time
It's always interrupted
like knocks crashing in my door
uninvited
as I try to understand everything
over
and over
and over
again

 

In time's erratic ebb
as silence loudly speaks to me,
knocking over rules ,
rudely making me late
for dessert on destiny's plate
I wait for thoughts
running after thoughts
running
after thoughts
that steal every chance I bought
to cross the vast cloudy and blue
of what I failed to do

Faster

FASTER

faster

Faster
than the speed
of hundreds of heartbeats
running across the calm of dawn
here you come
I beg my self...STOP
I rebuke you
I include you
I deploy you
I enjoy you
stop....I'm trying 'not' to catch up to you

Even though I don't admit
how I long to see you
everywhere I go
even when you're hiding
between the rhythms of slither,
 trapped in syncopates of caressing memories
lingering somewhere
along my mental,
I know I can't catch you
so.....I laugh
over
and over
and over
again


Happy silence finds me
with time reinvented
thinking
deeply
to myself
that never to be able to hear you again
would be such a blow
and that wherever I go
you go
but I can't catch you



Smoothly
your essence flows through me
almost like you already know me
and you got something
to show me
I can't help but think
you're more alright with me

than you are
without me


I just can't let you know








jak(1/4/12)

4 comments:

  1. You get a real sense of thoughts running away with themselves in this. Beautiful and poetic as always. :)

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  2. thanks Ms AG....the time really does feel like that....

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  3. Timeless piece :)

    These lines really stood out for me:

    I learn myself
    to pause... again
    cause if I can't
     nothing worthwhile
    will catch up to me

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