stop the clock

We are pleased that the clock seems to move slower these days..
Oh what a voyage of choices!
determination takes us here-
where the wind is still
our minds are still
the noises are still
A collaboration of effort to continue this pattern, this pace..
The years make the mobs race!
relentless effort for a finish line-
what is the prize?
it loses our lust
loses our trust
loses our love
You and I exist just to take it all in…
For we realize it!
an arrow pierces our souls
the pro-longing
pauses in chaos
are finally what fuel our hearts
So stop!
the ticking of the clock
the marching of the majestically un-satisfied…
in a sea of confusion
Stop planning for us!
stop making our minds intertwined with the


oh white symphony

I rest upon a broken bridge
it’s silent in the middle
concentrate on the snow
to stop this corrosive mind
this co-dependent land
this corruptive society
the stiffness in the cold
holds onto my tired legs
it takes me to another place-
where the impurities are erased
every sparkling white flake
of grace-
brushes against my face
my mind keeps wondering-
where do I go next
options like security
like understanding
like safety like
intertwined in a blizzard
me against me
against time
who I am
the girl I should be
I want to know
what path do I take?
I wish for the snow to reveal a destiny
and then I hear
louder than before
the brilliance of the branches
the breath of this life
under water and ice
the sounds of winter are the plan
mapped for me to hear
a white symphony
for a girl just sitting on a bridge