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The One Thing We Can't Ever Get Back.

Time. . .

Wow . . .
this . . .

just like a rusted wheel
that turns the second hand on Big Ben
that fits into a seven year olds palm.

Winding down the time that you have to count the time on a brand new invention
made before man was called human,
and it was inhuman to beat a little child to teach him a lesson
but it was perfectly fine to kill an innocent creature for sport.

There is time to change; time to change even that.

To make something lesser be equal again in an unequal tic of the clock that tocs.

Finding the gap between the hour, and the minute, and the second;
pointing to the end of a new revelation while clockwising counter-clockwise
to the beginning of an unseen event
that is found in plain sight.

Which decides what you can or can’t do, see, feel, hear, cry, or silently think
in a real ting of the bell toll?

Is there even a toll for the bell to ting off of?

Fascist bastards that don’t have anything better to do
with their gearless time than to publicize our unruly plan of world contemplation.
To kill time, or those on the clock.

Your hands,
my blood with your head on his shoulders
glaring blankly into what used to be the past of the future.
Wondering what those timeless eyes could possibly see in that colorful picture,
I can see it now . . .
the Mona Lisa in a straight line;
or a Van Gough in a song.
The song that has no time . . .it just simply keeps going.

Sound song in a timeless rhyme that has no meaning but to be played for the emotional enjoyment or pain.

Just to play without the malicious sting of the chime of the clock on the hour
for no longer than forever.

To the end of what time called the toll . . .
to the end.

Author notes

One of my friends asked me to let him inside my head...so I did...I got the idea from 'The Raven' when I first heard it. It was on a tape I'd checked out of the library. I remember it scaring me slightly, yet it pulled me in and I couldn't master myself enough to cover up my ears. Since then it's been one of my favorite poems.

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  • HereComesTheSun
    May 26
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    Good poem but hard to read with font
    thanks for entering


  • CrystalJet
    December 3, 2007

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    Wow... that is a really intense poem. I don't think I've ever really read another poem like it. It's kinda confusing, but makes perfect sense at the same time. Wow..


  • skyviewexpress
    September 15, 2007

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    WELL, you are my first entry in this contest, and you really set the bar!! I love the obsession in this poem.. With details, times, sounds, hours.. Everything. This I can truly tell was inspired by Edgar Allen Poe, and yes "The Raven" is a masterpiece of poetry.. Like most of his work.. Have you read, Tell-Tale Heart by him? If you havent I HIGHLY suggest it. Its a short story, and definately the epitome of what Edgar represents... Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest.!