The clock tics
The tic talks
The Talk sits
The Walk Walks
Tics That talk-those retched parasites
Ruling all Tyranny from architects heights
In the Town square the cryer has gone
Replaced by a robot with three moving arms
Clocks turn life to a ritual and even sing songs
They suck as they tic- to remind us our wrongs
Your late your early for those who count chimes
Walking with dead stares- the working man mimes
Everyone looks listens to the Grandfather Clock
Never hearing their grandmother-in wisdom walks
That old sore who dines on all- thoughts and all actions
Creating every 6 minuts more- 6 cults and 6 factions
A tic for this and numbers talk stats
Leaving warm welcomes replaced with plastic door mats
The hour draws near, the time is running out
Every tic talks the same- a dripping night spout
Twelve numbers, four strokes in between
Leaving just Twelve- For the Biblical theme
Everything counts- not nothing escapes
The hand that sells time, the Devils Ring Wraiths
Clocks are a parasite tic- for even babes veins
What time shall we feed them- as they wax and they wane.
The bell tolls once- and half a time two
It talks to us all- in this mechanical zoo
In city cages we live- not seeing this box
The silent Now it curtains up- with each tics and each tocks
Yesterday is now gone and tomorrow not here
Why is the Now- and not time that you fear?
When I leave from this body leave my clocks on the Pugh
Leave them for those- who know what to do.
Pile them miles high as high as tower Babble
Burn them explode then to stop all this rabble
Let life be free- no permits to travel
Nowarchy is Now- no deadlines to fight
Only lifelines for peace- Sleep day awake night
Nevermore all clocks you see- will only shed light
Merry Now to you all- and to all a good flight
2 comments:
Always playing catch up
Glad to see you're writing ... and with meaningful content as usual ... tic talk tic talk ...
When I was 4 years old walking through a seaside town I had a small plastic box of orange tic tacs... I ate them all... Looked under the lid.. shook the box, over and over and over...
For 20 minutes I shook the empty box.. Some part of the label must have obscured a tiny corner... as one final orange tic tac suddenly appeared in the box.
Power of the will to manifest what it desires through innocence in the NOW.
Cheers brother ~ Keep up the great work here... And email any time.. Your words are always an inspiration and provide some clarity to those of us still puzzled by the riddles of time and the Cosmic Jester.
I also have manifested orange tic tacs stuck in the box corner. With our powers combined...
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