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    dots Submission Name: Journal Journeydots
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    Author: Blue Monk
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       Life ever moves us onward.


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    I'm captured but can't capture
    it isn't fair... but does that matter...
    all one way and that is out
    there is no back
    the wall of time pushes forward only
    some things one can see coming
    only to be fooled, yet still pushed onward

    Looking back is a white corner
    looking out is infinity, also white
    no answers anywhere...
    and questions are only mine
    if I could pause long enough...
    but always, time pushes me, cornered
    the corner that is always pushing




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      Wonderful poem. I truly agree time is relentless. It is a faceless enemy that continues to push us. At times a bully, a healer and a dear friend. All we ever really have is time and all I ever seem to waste is time. It goes by so fast, sometimes I feel I can't breathe and I try to pause as you say but I can't. There is only the moving forward no matter how stubbornly you try to just stop.

    Thanks for the great read.
    | Posted on 2012-07-03 00:00:00 | by Katrinagolden | [ Reply to This ]
      Time makes you think, and I love to read any of that thought. My own mind goes round in circles like a clock that has not been busted yet.

    An analog clock. I saw a digital clock going round in circles once, but that was because the toddler had it and so it was already busted.

    You deserve a better reader than this ...
    | Posted on 2012-04-16 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      Lloyd:

    You seem to be missing the fact that we are, basically, residual harmonic vibration. A product of the evolutional force the cosmos has developed. As such we have a right to the past, the myriad possibilities, the incredible intricacies of its actualities for we are a product of such. Our balance here is innate. Granted, just as the incredible intricacies of my toenail's atomic structure are somewhat beyond my conscious mind's ability to be aware of in time, the whites of past, future, and even present express more than realism can encompass. Especially as a corporeal entity. Non the less it is our birth right to have a real feeling for. Believe in it, time is transient, feelings have an eternal quality. Don't let the clock define your tachometer's function, don't let it push you along till you never find the time.

    Bruce

    PS: I know it would be nice to be God, capable of assimilating the impossible vastness of reality in chronological fact as well as its prospectus of possibilities, I still feel my feelings can be real aimed depths of pervasion.


    | Posted on 2012-04-16 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      Time is relentless, isnt it?

    I, like jacob, enjoyed the white infinities at the horizons of time...
    and somehow, the combination of white and corners made me think of prisms...and time is prismatic in its myriad perspectives...

    and corners can be obstacles or merely bends in the route. Depends on where the walls are built...


    An enjoyable journey. Thanks, Lloyd.
    | Posted on 2012-04-15 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]
      i really like the play on words here...and the idea that we can't recapture a moment..we better make them good...cause once they're gone, that's it.
    time does only push forward...and way too fast.

    we can pause, but time won't.

    i like how looking back is white/infinity

    and looking out is also.

    very well done.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2012-04-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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