What time is it?

I wonder if it ever makes a difference

Those twenty-four arbitrary wedges

Worldwide we are simultaneous

One stone skipping the waves

But someone added borders

Because they say time is light

Time is the sun

 

But the dark is not timeless

In more ways than one

So I start to wonder

If nothing were perceived

If nothing ever changed

Would there still be time?

I can’t help but think so

 

Time is a constant

It is invisible weather

Just as rain can fall unseen

It subsists without observers

It is the ultimate movement

But we try to pin it down

Does time care what it is?

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Mental Health

can I make you
understand
that my brain
is like a broken arm?
I need a cast
to protect it
and
at times
a sling
to support it

Broken

I am not broken

We are not broken

Not a one

There is no perfect

No one so whole

But we have all felt broken

Or if not all

So many

That

Are we not the norm?

Do we not set the trend?

Do we not shape the world?

And so

We are not broken

But

Something is broken

What is it?

It is the lens

It is the mirror

It is how we see each other

It is how we see ourselves

It is how I see myself

It is point of view

And we broke it

We held it

And listened when we were told to break it

Because generations before had done it

Because our parents had done it

Because everyone else had done it

So we did

And I did too

But something happened

The view tilted

To an awkward angle

For a moment I could see differently

I saw between the cracks

I could see us

I could see everyone

I could see myself

Clearly

Unbroken

Now I try

Today

This moment

To hold it in my mind

To always remember

The truth I learned

I am not broken

We are not broken

Not a one

Haiku Bundle

Sky Haiku

the blue in the sky
is really cold black space
lit up by the sun

 

Mind Haiku

stand with eyes open
open to the world today
look with mind open

 

Haiku haiku

Too many haikus
The world is thick with people
Trying too damn hard

Elusive

the sense is silken

slipping by my fingertips

so I swipe the air

 

I never grab hold

I never grip firm

I never gain purchase

 

inside my skin

anchored to the ground

I am too warm

I am too heavy

 

receding from my shell

inside infinite space

becoming a restless wind

alighting from thought to thought

What Poem?

Just a little bit crazier today
please hide all combustibles and accelerants

I think I’m hearing pizza in sentences where it isn’t there
when the really weird stuff starts, I’ll let you know

Let’s keep this line in and see if anyone notices
this is getting schizophrenic at best

It was offensive enough to be funny
there’s a word for that, but it’s German

This will all come together in the post-production
It was rated G until I said fuck

the patience of atheists and theists

we aren’t all chomping at the bit to convert you
we aren’t all standing on your doorstep
some of us sit back
waiting

we wait for the truth to trickle down
to find its way through stone
to erode what seems to stand firm

we wait because we have the time
with no end of days in sight

and even if we fade away
before we can agree
we know that knowledge spreads
dividing at the cellular level

a trickle may take ten thousand years
but one day it will flow
over the traces of our bones

so we will wait ages for you
will you wait just as long for us?

A Walk

I’m walking the streets at night
like they have all the answers

just so many oily city stanzas
blaring with neon metaphors
advertising high-rise rhymes

a series of endless loops
impossible
but going on just the same