Its Time...Always About TimeA Poem by Angelheaded HipsterListening to the rain, talking to the butterfly, and WHAM! I get inspired...
I am infatuated with how time clicks
on by us, never stopping to see if we are pleased with its progress I like that it's cold, distant, non judgmental on the victims it picks and chooses...time, I think, is closely related to death, that old card cheating b*****d. I think time is, or should be, at the very least, beautiful, graceful, and so very malicious, like an evil stepmother right out of a Disney movie. These two, our daring duo, I see them playing poker only instead of chips, they barter with lives, souls, and spirits. In a way, I like their indifference to our sufferings, to our happiness, to our loves and our losses. Makes the game we're playing with them a little more interesting, a little more mischievous, and I thank my grandmother for teaching me how to play poker, cause when the time comes to play my hand, I know I can bluff better than the old man can. © 2010 Angelheaded HipsterFeatured Review
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Added on December 17, 2010Last Updated on December 17, 2010 AuthorAngelheaded HipsterMy name is Amber....my friends call me.....Amber, GAAbout"God made my body and if it is dirty, then the imperfection lies with the Manufacturer, not the product. Do not remove this tag under the penalty of the law." ~ Lenny Bruce "I don't care to belong .. more..Writing
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