Body of Time

Fell out of my hand when I was thinking of Time as a person with human features. Correlating body parts with thought forms.

Frail whispers escape from

The lips of future thoughts

As the face of time is

Holding a hue of doubt�"

Brows drawn together in concern or sadness.

No one knows for certain.

His hands are feeding the multitudes with belief,

Leaving those who are

Unaware of their servitude

In a wondrous bliss.

His feet are roots,

Breaking ground

And claiming the earth…

Planting a flag,

Not to commemorate life,

But to control it.

His back holds the scars of mindless self-indulgence,

For it is the past�"

The concept that paves the way

For personality and altered perceptions.

He believes his genitalia is the

Golden Scepter

That rules the present state…

His existence is a mockery of eternal life

As his words reflect his pride.

Time�"

The degenerate forging of fate,

Though, in some lights, he is benevolent.

He is the martyr and the murderer

Amidst the mundane.

Father Time�"

The molester and the broken.

He is not my love

Nor my life;

He is simply a kind thought

Given to those in the

Green of love

Who dwell in the vibrancy of life.

Author's Note

Any thought sharing is appreciated.

Reviews

[Snow412]

I was reading this and I see there are quotation marks everywhere O.o Disregard these, as I have no idea where they came from.

[Elliot Kyron]

Gorgeous. Your unique way of turning time human is absolutely stunning with its wording, the structure, and style. I really loved it. Well done.