Despise me for what I am. Despise me for what I am Not. Despise me for who I was, Am, and will be.... You are only holding onto a handful of grains of sand which dissolve into the liquid living consciousness which envelops it completely. Like A grandfathers pocket-watch slipping from newly aged hands into the silent waters below the oceans crystallized skin. so hold fast sweet princes and princesses of this mortal earth, the sweet sweet commodity in which we are all in vainly enveloped into the seeking of, keeping of, is the tick of a second hand which feeds the minutes shrapnel of space and distance which talk in loving tongues until the minutemen spout their say, and the hours are upon us. the Days they laugh in twenty fours they march. the years they come as dinner guests upon a summers night, remembered by nostalgic revelry of times deemed better in the mind. the decades dance in grace and swift choice, where has the time gone, for have you seen it burn? Who hast taken Father Time, and set his robe ablaze, who has poisoned mother nature, and turn her rivers gray. Could it have been us by any chance? by deliberate acts of negligence? of saying its always too far to turn back for how will we ever learn from failure... from mistakes... from admitting sole fault? for what in the world is a woman or man to gain, if in the end their own soul is lost.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 17:38:00 +0000
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