Time to Kill –
Context says it all
Time to rest or to perform
Or leave people still
~
Zero Truth –
To not quantify
Is to never justify
Just living a lie
~
Zero Logic –
If zero is best
And more is worse, then why’s there
Even a question
~*~
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Time to Kill –
Context says it all
Time to rest or to perform
Or leave people still
~
Zero Truth –
To not quantify
Is to never justify
Just living a lie
~
Zero Logic –
If zero is best
And more is worse, then why’s there
Even a question
~*~
sck062715
.
Has the world stopped
or is it just me?
Eyes wide open
but nothing to see.
~
Ears at the ready
for the faintest of sounds.
Vibrations at rest,
silence surrounds.
~
Body’s whole,
feels pain.
My mind is blank.
Am I insane?
~
Heart’s beating
yet rhythm’s none.
Is this the end
or have I begun?
~*~
Sck061915
A rose is just a rose
When methodically it’s chose
Yet a rose is so much more
When a surprise left at your door
*
A kiss is just a kiss
When given hit or miss
Though a kiss is so much more
When from who you adore
*
A life is just a life
When hiding from others strife
But life is so much more
When one finds what life is for
*
And death is just death
When we take a final breath
Or a life forever more
When we’ve left an open door
~*~
Sck052515
Death’s little comfort
To a life full of regrets
One gives what one gets
~
sck043015
Air fills with our waste
Seas rise to counter the haste
Home’s swamped, life defaced
~
sck011415
I’ve always known I’d
Die successfully, that’s why
I’m unsuccessful
*
sck010715
Ghosts of the future, death matures infants’ eyes
Growing ever larger to burst in the sky
Distant stars to twinkle bright and high
Bloody torrents drowning souls, gurgles smother cries
Silence will be deafening when the music dies
~
Sck110314
Writer’s Death: Doors shut, windows forever open
Sight: Absorbing life through a pinhole
Writing: Crafted hallucination, ordered, recorded, seen
Music: Crafted hallucination, ordered, recorded, heard
Trip: Manufactured hallucination, disordered, unrecorded, lingers
sck101460
Time: Space between birth and death
Life: What we make of time
Space: A need to be filled
Birth: safe, warm, quiet then loud!
Death: Dimension during or after life
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