Time Becomes An Illusion When Happiness Abounds

Time Becomes An Illusion When Happiness Abounds

A Poem by JC

 

Time Becomes An Illusion When Happiness Abounds
 
Had drinks with Norman
His friend Matt
And Sue
At Zawa’s Friday
 
Sue talks loudly and swears a lot
 
I feel bad because there is a husband
And wife with their young son
Sitting directly behind us
 
But what can I say?
I’ve been that person before myself
 
Norman mentions how bored he gets
When he’s not working and that it
Usually ends up in him going out
To drink
 
I can’t relate
There’s so much I want to do
In a single day that I never
Find the time to satisfy
 
It just happens that working
Isn’t one of those things I feel
Compelled to do
 
Since I got laid off I feel great
I exercise more and sleep better
I have immersed myself in learning
As much about music as I can
Practicing daily and improving
At a rate even faster than
When I was a teenager
 
I look forward to each new day
Not having to dread waking up
To do something I hate
Not having to lay awake
Stressing over a slavish existence
That leaves me in a pit of futility
 
The future has positive possibilities again
 
I realize most of you will see me
As lazy and spoiled
But there is nothing lazy
About self motivation
 
An alarm clock is an easy way out
The spinning hands and numbers
Push you forward
Guide you through routine
And put you to bed at night
 
All the comforts this routine affords
Is weakening
Strength comes from being inspired
By what mysteries await
By life when it’s easy
And especially when it’s hard
 
True strength comes to those
That choose the path un-trodden
And who are willing to accept
That real freedom can be
Frightening and invigorating
 
In this day of stupefying media
And shallow artistry
Uncertainty
Something so beautiful
Becomes a horror
 
I am waiting for the great mass abortion
Of digital distraction
When the evenings will glow
In the warm natural light of flames
And the sounds of our own creations
Will fill the air
 
Tear yourself from cement wombs
My fellow children and scream away
Your fears
And when our collective tears finally cease
And all eyes are dry and clear
We shall see that things
Aren’t so bad outside
As we have been led to believe
 

© 2009 JC


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mmm yes. i love the shift from the personal (the friends @ zawa's) to the global (tear yourself from cement wombs / my fellow children)

i also love how very clearly i can see the way your mind works in this, and what a sight it is to behold!

Posted 14 Years Ago


There is something so approachable,so very tangible and non insular about your words,and all that i have read until now of yours is so very different.You are so versatile with your themes.This was like an entry into a diary or journal,and i myself write like this at times,as if i am speaking about my day or the events i faced to my readers as audience..

Posted 14 Years Ago


I read the first stanza, and immediately decided I didn't like the poem.
I have been corrected. This was an excellent piece, coming from one event into another, eventually broadening out altogether with excellent language and metaphors. Beautiful, real, harsh, interesting, consistent. Great job. c:

Coral

Posted 14 Years Ago


i really liked this one! this poem had a narrow start then you broadened it... this switch was remarkable!
"True strength comes to those
That choose the path un-trodden
And who are willing to accept
That real freedom can be
Frightening and invigorating" these lines are really very touchy! you have so wonderfully explained the meaning of freedom that too in few lines... it's such a broad concept!! your poem is quite remarkable and worth reading... keep exploring the world in your poems !!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


i just read your review of one of my poems and decided to pop over and check you out. i went to this piece immediately and without hesitation because i write about time a lot myself, especially time as illusion. and i want to thank you for your own review and let you know that i feel affected by this piece. because i usually feel like i have "come at" time from every angle already and today you have showed me that this is clearly not the case.


so, thanks, man. really!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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