Time
Submitted by BJ
Time has become
Has always been
The silent sentry of man.
Time!
The urgent demander of mankind.
It quietly takes,
It quietly gives,
At whim.
Man merely exists within the
Parameters of time.
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Feel Free
By Jayed
With every season, a little bit changes
Slowly but surely, life rearranges
Sometimes for the better, necessarily so
The why and the reasons, we do not know
One day you are speeding, the next you are parked
Today’s burning fire, yesterday’s spark
Feel free to show me, feel free to share
When you reach out, you’ll feel me there
Be uninhibited, I won’t object
I give you permission, please be my guest
Feel free to call me, I want to hear you say
Those words that you speak, in your own way
Together we love, individually
Feel free to be you, being free with me
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The Past
By Jayed
What if the past, became the present?
Before one man was considered a peasant
After big bang or God’s creation
Everyone equal, within one nation
When no one race thought he superior
Before he made another wearier
Before the fights or words untrue
When all were treated just like you
Why can’t this past be present?
Because, it is a past, that never was
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This Isn’t That
By Jayed
You feel something, but you can’t see it
You want something, but you don’t need it
You forgot she was the reason that you walked into the room
He thought it was too long, but it was really too soon
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Creation During Music
Submitted by Bash
Solom, the first god, the dark god, content with the darkness, after time asked himself what else there was.
Without sight, removing his right eye, a star-studded glory following, as his hand was put back to rest.
An imperfect, harshly bright stone was left in his fingers.
He began to squeeze, sparks of ejection followed, different from the glory previous.
Continuing the squeeze, miniature jagged icons of the unwhole-imperfect-harshly bright stone persisted.
So again, with an action final, a rubbing of two fingers, a sand and glass began to vertical.
A swirling of the glass and sand beneath, featured two bonded souls.
The first: the second.
With less sense, lesser size but similar potential.
And with that same potential another two followed.
Two in the same potential and polar senses.
The third and the fourth.
On the bridge of flow and sand, the third wished to watch glass glisten.
The fourth aimed for a shaded sand.
As the jagged light shifted, a mass was commissioned.
With only Solem as witness, a vertical flow projected from the darkness onto the glass and sands.
In a pressing, a hand raised, again stone removed.
Calmly, bright and perfect in difference.
The fourth saw perfect light upon the bridge and a studded glory in the darkness that was once there.
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