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a mechanical clock in my pocket
Contributed by
electrique_poet
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Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 04:07:49 PM in AEST
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the hours ask where the seconds have gone
and the minutes wonder why;
lounging on an uneven plane
where magnificant ideas fly
and i sit
and i watch them
burn
as they enter the atmosphere
the sky fills with tears of flames
i cry;
hours
minutes
seconds;
the thoughts tick away
days
months
years, before
we realize it's done
(the lights always flicker)
lead melts in my mouth, not in my hand
and warms my belly
as i lay at the bottom of the ocean
(i think i forgot to wind the clock)
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Re: a mechanical clock in my pocket
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by blackholesun on
Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 04:44:36 PM AEST
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| intresting metaphoric value here keep it up! |
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Re: a mechanical clock in my pocket
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by zenmind on
Friday, 11th March 2005 @ 06:20:00 PM AEST
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this reminds me of Pink Floyd's song "Time"
"Ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and waste your hours in an off hand way. Sitting around on a piece of ground in your hometown. Waiting for something or someone to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today. Then one day you find that ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run. You missed the starting gun"
----great song---
I totally understand your preface. The only time is now. The present moment is the only moment that exists, and I think that we will all come to that realization, in life, or in death....(but not in a bad way), no matter what, I think everything is as it should be because it is that way.
Be True,
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