Guest Katiya Damodred Posted May 11, 2002 Report Posted May 11, 2002 Time is slipping, slipping away. Far from me, so far that I can never reclaim it. The sands of time drop through the gate of heaven And onto the plane of earth. We mortals Will do with time what we will. We gamble it, we throw it away, we waste it. Or we clutch it to our breasts and keep it Until it is stale and no longer holds value. Time dictates our lives. We race it, running as far and as fast as we can, But it plods on, steady and unrelenting, and eventually We are caught. We are tangled in the webs of time, and though we struggle, It is in vain. I am held captive by the claws of time, and all I can do Is soar in my chains On the wings that Time lends me. Image by FlamingText.com
Guest Xradion Posted May 12, 2002 Report Posted May 12, 2002 Nice poem! I will respond to this with a quote from Lord Seth Exodus in response to a previous poem: "I've always thought time to be fascinating; the strongest force in our lives, and it doesn't even exsist." It's funny. I think that I've never really had a good sense of time. I don't think I've ever really believed in it as actual force, but rather, as something that humans have devised to explain the passing of events. Actually, time began to make a lot more sense to me seeing it in the context of the Theory of Relativity, strangely enough. Anyway, I will leave you with the following thought: If time is money, and I'm out of time, then I must be broke. So find time for your mothers tomorrow, everyone! Peace. Xradion, The Horny Druid, Scholar of the Ancient Arts, Holder of the Eye of Odin. "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." -Wallace Stevens "When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion
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