Time Posts

was and is and will be are

words that tell us just how far

we are from now, and let us know:

where we can and cannot go.

The Tour

Come on, take a trip through hell.
Yes, I've done it, know it well.
See the sights, you'll think it's swell.
It's all great, except the smell

of burning bodies; charcoal eyes,
the constant swarm of spirit flies,
the double-talk of constant lies,
mournful pleas, regretful cries.

Stop and take a closer look.
You won't see this in any book.
For every evil thought you brook,
there's one more jerk to set the hook.

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So, your time comes, you start the climb
till Satan tightens up the line.
You jump and flail, but there's no sign
of being saved by Great Divine.

Who's to blame? You took the bait.
Evil doings, you couldn't wait
to score a gain, your greed to sate.
But now that you have seen your fate,
you'd take it back, but it's too late.

Good bye

Wave Tops Crash

Grey clouds sink

into the sea, I think

they dye the waters, too,

to match their own cold steely hue.

White surf grinds

pebbles into grains quite fine

'Cause without salt the swirling sands

make up a soup that's rather bland

Wave tops crash

whipping creamy foam, they mash

sea creatures into paste

then mix in sand and salt to taste

'Tween split cracks

in timber planks of wood sea shacks

the cold wind sneaks to make a play

at stealing warmth from us today

Sand-drifts storm

driftwood bulkheads. Wind torn

sea grass holding fast

in hollows safe from gusty blasts

Clam shells gasp

for breath, shell hinges rasp

as op'ning to the rising tide,

they fill their gills till satisfied

Solo bird

above the waves; I heard

pounding surf accompany

a cawing seagull symphony

Twenty Years had Passed Since Then

Twenty years had passed since then
Young and dreamy they had been
Passion driven, that was when
They thought they'd found their way to heaven

Now their eyes reflected hair
gone gray and straight from years of care
No more blinded by the glare
of faces once so smooth and fair

Where lust once ruled now friendship reigns
Where feeling governed mind has gained
Like knees and joints that now complain
They talk of dreams that time has maimed

Drag of memory once so strong
Progress held in check so long
Knot unbound, the burden gone
Their paths once crossed, then life went on

And here they cross once more today
Oh, the tricks that time does play
What felt so close, like yesterday
Is really very far away

He doesn't love her anymore
Was this the man she'd once adored
Wounds have healed, no longer sore
Waves break calm on a sandy shore

Sometimes the past creeps up on me

Sometimes the past creeps up on me and taps me on the shoulder
Startled, I look back and forget that now I'm older

Your ghost is standing there, flirting with me like you always used to
But for all that, you might just as well be a clay gray statue

There's no touch, no warmth, no teasing eyes, none of those things at all
Just dour heartfelt hope for nothing more than an image I recall

Dreaming of the past, once again I make that crucial mistake
of yearning beyond all possibility for what was, and making my heart ache

Sometimes when I stand on those high wally cliffs, looking out over the sea
I remember you. Do you remember me?

The Seagull

Glistening seagulls don't complain

about the wet, about the rain,

floating on a hard sea wind

just outside my window pane.

Crashing blows come wave by wave,

flinging surf-born stormy spray,

Herring swimming 'neath white caps,

don't know how cold it is today.

The seagull roosts upon a log,

blending into racing fog.

Splat'ring dots of rain on glass;

ocean sands turn into bog.

Folded wings in restful pose

spread a bit in gusty blows,

then settle back. I see it all

in misty sea dreams while I doze

beside my window, the sea my show.

The Forest Stream

River roaring, water pouring

over walls of rock.

Bubbles seething, upwells heaving,

gurgling waters talk

Brown leaves floating, insects boating,

slowly swirling pool.

Shadows bathing, green ferns wading,

lapping in the cool

Rapids flashing, white foam dashing,

gouging out the shore

Branches dunking, boulders clunking,

surging corridor.

Ripples glitter, fir trees shiver,

trembling pines and leaves.

Whirlpool whirling, backwash curling,

in the sudden breeze.