a grumpy gift: Time


In the time that it takes

For your lips to form

A smile

Time has flown

No, time has raced

Past us.

Before we can even

Share a moment in time


Speeds past the moment


The ever-elusive entity

That we strive to capture in our

Hands as

Hands on the clock

Spin in a dizzying dance

As time


Right out of our hands.


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a grump gift: the light — RamJet Poetry

It’s a privilege to share this talented and authentic dude’s words..

The light, end of the tunnel Blinded me I stumbled Fell, fell tidings tell Mouth full of earth Written worm rot Spell my namesake temples pounding in temple a prayer, yet not in faith ready to anoint; award assail, scour, our blood is young far may ye roam fall into eye of God there, to […]

via the light — RamJet Poetry