Shelves of lives

Would I have time to explore

All of this tiny sphere

Floating around and around

Like an endless cycle of ships

And teapots and tables

Of forests and rivers and doors

Of red kites and moon light

And everything here

That is one in infinity

And so much more?

 

I have barely time to do my homework

And barely time to dream

If it is not here for us to see

Then why does it be?

 

When did the clock make its first tick and how long will it go on

In circles and spirals around and around

In endless curves of variables squared and children scared

 

How did the galaxies begin to spin

And when will they stop?

Circles and spirals all yet to be found

Or indefinite blobs that glow

 

It’s not enough time it’s never enough

For when will I make practical use of this stuff?

Lives that waste away

Wasting their time

And then they all die

Early, and it’s not enough

It’s never enough

May I steal the time that they lost?

Is it too much to ask

How much does it cost?

 

I’m desperate for life

There’s never enough

There’s never enough time for anything

And everything

There’s never enough time

 

If it’s endless

Why can’t it be endless for us?

To see the lights and the fires

The violins and costumes

The jackets and snow and tires

The notebooks and paintings

 

If it be there

Why not for us?

The hourglasses, horses, witches

The clowns and the crabs that are all in the sky

 

Is it too much to ask?

Should I go through other lives wearing a mask?

 

If eternity be a book, let me read

I promise to give it back

At the end of time

And only then

Never before and never again

 

 

We are not welcome

 

When all is silent

It still isn’t

From where does that buzzing originate?

 

Does it come from infinite voices?

Screaming in misery

And snoring in boring disgust

Shedding their dead cells

And turning to dust

 

Why do they think they are important

So tiny they aren’t recognized

By inifinite beings

Existent but not existent

Their time on earth

Soon to be finalized

 

Let’s write a poem about love

And how it’s only a collection

Of meetings and greetings

Between non-living objects with a purpose

Of noises and visions

Too late to revise

After so many tries

 

Let’s write a poem

Let’s write

Let’s journey through ideas

And places never seen

And never heard of

All of which we’re sure to love

 

Let’s journey through our fears

And places we avoid

And we abhor

All of which we’re sure to hate

Then let’s return home

Which we’re sure to love even more

 

Let’s take a journey

Through this garden that is everything

Let’s cross the pond

Stepping on planets

With darkness flowing calmly over them

Over in the distance

Are beautiful colors

Shining and swaying

To attract our study

Let’s say, for instance

That we are wandering

In a garden of nothing

With neither darkness nor light

The empty space like a dead face

Not seeing or saying

Anything it does not think

Eyes glistening without a purpose

Mouth open moist and muddy

To attract out study

Of the desolate human race

Reviews

[LJW]

Shelves Of Lives...

Exceptionally good use of rhyme. Flows effortlessly, good imagery and cool message.

Liked this very much.