THE MEASURE OF TIME

IS THAT WHICH CAN'T BE MEASURED
because it's a dimension.

               Defined as the absence of definition.

                    A fundamentally intellectual Structure

                                    Problematically vague and self-referential

              

               Time is what stops everything from happening at once. 
                 Used to measure the subject as the definition of the subject. 


The fourth dimension
made up of spatialdimensions
measuring duration's of events
in or out of our control.

                                                       
                                                          WE HAVE NO CONTROL
                                                       

                               THERE IS NO CONTROL

We tumble through space

on a fragile planet

surrounded by forces

that allow us to inhabit

our planet, 

on a whim

we are here

and on a whim 

we will be gone.

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                                        WE REALLY DO NOT MATTER

LIKE ALL SENSATION     WE WILL BE GONE       IN A HEARTBEAT


Tic Toc Tic Toc
the sand passes through
the hourglass
like hours, days----
years
through our lives;


                                                         And doors down a hallway

            of the measure of time

                                FLESH OF MY FLESH

                                         So much pain                                         

                                          Everything is rage 
                                          Right or wrong.
                                          Good/bad. 
                                          Feelings
                                          feeding the fire
                                          
                                          Release the hurt.
                                          Release the hate
                                          Free the internal prisoner.

                                      ====Free yourself                                       

                        

You deserve more.

           Seek the truth for yourself.

                It is no longer an option.

                                                    BE RELENTLESS IN YOUR PURSUIT!

You owe it to yourself, my love.

love                You know it was never our choice

Everything is shadow, but you.

 

                                          

                                

  

                          

Hope

          Most dream of a kingdom somewhere...                                    Where an almighty Being exists                                 

watching over us.

His violent and lawless race.

                                                    We pray to him to fix us

                                               each day begging for a sweet morsel

                                               of hope toward salvation.

We hunger

we shiver

we mourn

                                                we feel alone. Forsaken.

We grasp at the straws of PEACE AND RIGHTEOUSNESS!

               A concept which can never be fully realized.

We turn toward our spiritual leaders

our political leaders

those that speak with

confident airs.

Those that pretend
to pretend
to see a plan, a road map
to redemption.

                                     IT IS ALL ILLUSION.
Allusion.
We are  all guilty
of degrees of 
moral deprivation 
and suffer a vague 
longing 
for the restorer.

                                    



 but alas, it is only from within
                                                 that we can change.
The kingdom is in us.


           Courage and love-
           We are not alone..
                                                         

                               Among us within us

Forged in the fires of Hell

IT will not repent.

ITS wraiths are among us.

The wicked have made a mess 

in their wake.

Fear.

We all fear the terror

among us, within us.

WE ARE ALL DOOMED

WE ARE OUR WORST FEAR.

terror, terrorist 

intense, sharp, overmastering fear

In our homes, on our jobs

in our malls, in our lives

We learn to live

We live in fear

On the TV, in the newspapers

It shouts at us- to us.

To Hide

in terror.

Terrible news, terrible times

to live. 

You can't hide

it will find you

hiding within.

The monster is among us, 

within us.

Same old shoes

Her attention to the TV would not 

and could not be diverted by any movement in the room

leading him to ask as he loaded peas onto the knife: 

"if I die first, would you please tuck me into my casket?

He felt a surging rage for life, if he could only get her attention.

He wanted to take her by the hand-

yank her out of her TV induced tedium.

He was so weary.

She was lying. She was dreaming.

Her dreams were of divorce and death.

She once said her childhood was

a quagmire of trauma.

Now her heart was merciless.

She wraps herself in mirage.

Made of clouds, a stream of hope
sense of purpose
reasons to live
refusing to acknowledge life's finality.

So he changes the subject.
for he is her lover,
and swore to indulge her;
a soldier full of strange oaths.
He sighs like an old furnace...

We are all mortal, absorbed in the painful reality
of eternal life, eternal youth;
the elaborate, deliberate system 
of words and customs used to disguise death.

                            We are the loved ones cared for by the bereaved                                       despite all beliefs, all attempts of evasion

death survives.