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leonard daranjo
Jan 12, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Tyranny of Time

Every minute of the dayEvery secondI am dyingAnd so isEverybody and everything else Time’s unceasingness
 
Creates ripples in its  confluence with consciousness Can I just forget death for a momentand free myself from the tyranny of time?Can I just slow down and sayHey, it doesn’t matter becauseNo matter what you doThe end is always the same? Can I just take time outside of time to feelThe inhalation and exhalation of my life breathwithout any strings attached?Can I just feel the power of the life force in its purest form, uncorrupted of its pressures?Can I just sit down and ignore the clockand allow my consciousness to expand totake in  life’s holistic meaning? If I can do all thisAnd remain unmovedI shall be free

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W.C.Wampler

17 years 3 months ago

tyra of time poem

L.D., As a manic zen individual, I relate to your many questions here in this write. Time is named and used by man. Time is part of space. We can't disinvolve ourselves whatsoever. We can only relax about the change from living, to dead. For us, and for others. To do that, we just get real about what we are. We are dust on the crust of an insignificant spec. Our good value can only be in what we do for others while we're here. Thank you for the thought provoking poem. wcw
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leonard daranjo

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you WCW

I like and agree with your perspective. Indeed we cant disinvolve ourselves of time and space which is an integral part of our being. We must accept that we are dust and to dust we shall return. Our state of consciousness however will be determined by how we live the space within. Whether we admit it or not, the thought of our mortality always looms at the back of our mind. It this awareness that drives every individual. Thanks once again for your analytical read. Cheers ... Leonard
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orgami

17 years 3 months ago

my watch went dead

lost in the timeless sense of winter suns of haze ridden cold wind skies opaque like cataracts of vision like the clarity of Albinos for a moment during my two hours snow shovelling I was lost in doing the mind took over and I was visiting so many historic places and my boots were taking the scoop far down the sidewalk trail and making a pile but my feet were in grasses as a child catching frogs pedalling a bike up a grade in the bright foliage of fall back to school and the smell of wax cleaners and old linoluem I heard the voices of those lost ones past the ghosts of freinds on different paths time was not with me for those breif hours Your poems have great meaning to me Leonard I shall read them catch them unto me seeking peace understanding thank you
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leonard daranjo

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks Org

I deeply appreciate your comment. Words roll from your pen like pearls. Thanks again ... Leonard
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 3 months ago

Tyranny of Time

Once again Leonard your words, so thought provoking and wise! Title was awesome~ _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________
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leonard daranjo

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you Janice

for your support and appreciation which is always deeply appreciated by my. Your friend ... Leonard