Aspired

Your bones
Cling still
To that wall.

A forever scene
Of your
Last stand.

Bleached,
The colour of time.
A pale reminder

That you tried

To climb higher
Than anyone

Is allowed.

Clock Watching

And they spin faster.
Hands are wrung.
Worn through
Worries and
Joys alike. An
Unstoppable
March repeating
Itself all the
World over.
Different stages
End the same.
Because the spinning
Won’t ever slow.
And only stops
Once.

It Slipped My Mind While The TV Was On

One day.
I would like
You to start
A charity for me.
To keep alive
The memory,
Of all those
Who had plans,
But never quite
Got around
To doing what
They really
Wanted to do.

Estimated Arrival

We have to leave at ten
Past the hour
When dusk will fall,
With purple grey slowness.
We must arrive before
The minute hand passes
The half way point
And shadows fall with grace.
We must have come and
Gone without leaving
Even a single trace
Or scratch on time.

Experimentation

Give no reason.
No plan to execute,
Nor structure to find.
Till timelines shatter
Beneath the lack
Of understanding.
Paths collide, swerve
And smash with random
Regularity. 
Give no reason.
For anything at all.
Just let the chaos
Follow at its own
Sporadic will. 

Chasing My Tail

One day
I will find
The time
Ive lost
The time I
Said I would
Put aside
So many times
To let me do
Those things
I never got
Around to.

 

Tethered to Time

The music is from
Another time.
One which i am not
Allowed to know.
Yet believe that
It was so much more
Beautiful than this,
Which i find
Myself tethered to,
Hearing a distant voice
Trapped in the nowhere,
Luring me desperately
Backward to something,
I am not allowed
To ever know.

Forgotten

Once upon a time
So very long ago
I knew something
That I really needed
To know.

I tried so hard
To keep it there
Till time had other ideas
And refused to
Play fair.

One day I looked away
And it slipped out the door
Free from my mind
Never to return
So I knew it no more

All Directions Lead to Me

Every me is thinking
That time is nearly up
And every me is wondering
Which foot to place
Which step to take

One of me is certain
That left is the only
Way to turn now

Another me is sure
Right is always the
Best choice to make

A distant me, that
I don’t really know
Is heading down

The stubborn me
Just wants to
Stay right here

Every me is thinking
That time is nearly up
And every me is
Failing
To make any kind
Of decision at all

White Wash

Paint over the stains
Brush away fingerprints
Hide the time beneath
The layers
Smooth away all traces
Of a life that went before
Hide the time beneath
More layers
A fresh coat of forgetfulness
Rolled over memories
Hides it all beneath
Many layers