Tag: time

A Clockwise Life in a Timeless World

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A bright afternoon under a breathing tree,

Given life by the smile of the beautiful sun,

Imagining that I was time and time was me,

What power in my hands to define the meaning of life,

Yet made by One beyond my boundaries,

It’s no contest to believe I am more significant,

Without a connection to my ancient history,

Why do I fail to understand the horizon of my brevity,

A moment my pen gives life to my thoughts,

My eyes screamed the words of my heart,

As I beheld all creatures speak to my curiosity,

Fading away with the gripping hands of seconds,

Now let me count my walking minute,

As the hours hilariously whisper to my aging heart,

That I am living a clockwise life in a timeless world.

No Dying Dreams

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Dreams outside the space of time,

Never on bended knees to reason,

Neither on standing feet to purpose,

Yet, it’s no will to believe it’s just a wish,

Rootless without a defined course or route,

Is my destination in pictures, a reflection of my joy,

Why am I so ignorant of a chance to truly live,

Torn apart by many opinions, diverse perceptions,

This isn’t the me created… this is just helpless clay trying to make sense,

Pulled out of the womb of pain,

Told that there was some ancient prophecy without a voice,

All in a moment, my time walks with a waving hand,

Soon stops to give me a long, careless hug,

Amid its rush towards meeting its ancestors called eternity,

Oh, that my ignorance knew its worth but not its place,

Knowing that “I don’t know” speaks peace to peace,

A reflection of my identity in one beyond the skies,

My dream still lives because death is alien to its reality.

Patient to learn

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In the atmosphere of my mind flew a flock of thoughts,

Reason seems to swim in the ocean of my consciousness,

While sitting with many estudiantes in the belly of a designed giant,

With crowded specks of light running a beautiful race,

Just outside the handsome skins of glass across the wall,

As we listen to a passionate voice of a chica,

Our diversity muttering unity to the tyranny of knowledge,

Many were voiceless to the sincerity of their boredom,

Yet play the game of Latin smile and a burst of Nigerian laughter,

In desperation for a koinonia with Espanyol,

Lips dancing to the beat of language,

Just when laughter decides to spray its perfume everywhere,

Nuevo logos entertains us with good frustration,

Everyone enjoys a moment in time.

While the future waits for us to arrive,

Nevertheless, we will be patient to learn.