Time

Endless visions

Void of color

Moving

In fragmented peices of time

Faceless images

Project 

A plotless interpretation

Of the story

Not yet understood

Nothing is reveled

And

Anything is open

Down these countless pathways

That lead

To no eventual conclusion

Without title

and without margains

The movie of life

Forever timeless

In these broken down

Segements

Of

Minutes

Hours and days

Turn into years

Counted by us all

Not seeing 

the infinate

Spectrum 

Reviews

[Pete]

This takes you to another world. Like another state of consciousness. Very though provoking. Great write. Enjoyed this very much. Leaves you wondering.

[Mr. Lopez]

This was really nice gingerninja. I told someone once that if you can manage to write so that your reader feels like he's in a dream then you've won half the battle. This is a great example of what I meant. Your poem was dreamy and introspective at the same time. Which held my attention. I felt like each verse would build up to the next into a crescendo and your finale was deeper yet. I like what your doing and would like to see more, so don't be shy my friend.