Within the centre of time

TIME STAND STILL
by justme

 

Spin my friend the wheel of time.

Spin it fast and free and true.

Lay you not upon its rim, lest time drags you through,

The rip and free of wheel, of life, of sickening nausea

Rest you instead within the centre of time.

Be you the one who looks upon, rather than the one who spins, and throws and dies.

No mans time is the same; therefore time is but a relativity -of me, of you.

Let no man steal my time. Let not your time run free.

I rest upon the centre and look upon time as a passing friend

For me time can stand still, and still and stop.

For in the centre, the earth did draw to close, the stars and sun hold not dead,

Yet still, the flowers sway not with vigour, but lean and lift like dancing ballerina upon a pedestal

Of life, of love, for you and me.

The rivers too hold agape and wait with beckoned breath, to catch a raindrop then another

Just to make a pond.

The birds they fan their feathered wings like taunting matadors,

they dare the bull of wind to lift them high,

It steps, not drives.

The clouds within the sky hold their form as if for a million years.

As the rain it drops as in single tailored tears.

Come with me and sit upon this crucible of light

Look with me and hold each other for a thousand lives

Rest now my queen and king of life, close thy eyes.

For here is the place for you to enter

to find the way

Take not a lifetime, just close thine eyes

Today.

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Who am I ?

I WALK ALONE
by justme

I walk alone
A slow enduring walk
I lift my head to look around
Food for life I need
Slowly, delicately, no talk.

Hide me, don’t notice me
I shake my head
Is this my life?
No one to help
Who am I ?

I want to break free
I want to be me
Let me be alive
Please, no more I strive

Is this who I am?
Oh life what are you ?
Who am I ?
What do I belong too?

Then with glimpse I see
Old falls away
What is this fantastic dress?
Not mine, not yours
Who am I ?
Coloured beauty ecstasy
Who is this?
Or why ?

I know not why
But with everything I spread wide
To seek the source
Now a butterfly I

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

I want to love forever

HUMAN
by justme

I want to love forever
Touch my hand, hold me closer
Rest your head upon this shoulder
For the wind blows fierce and raw
Darkness descends
This night suffocates
Everything feels much colder

I don’t want to live forever
Just want to be with you
I will wait a thousand years or lives
To see you again
To feel what I feel here now
I just want to be together

Oh death, tell me the secret of life
When you come is that us over
No more the essence or the touch
No more the voice.
Oh death
Why does love not amount to much?

Rattling bones within a box
All alone,
We wait..
We wait to rot. ∞

Credit: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

The funeral


A FATHER’S FUNERAL
by justme

Darkened cavalcade slow yet fast, streams the streets of living past
Turns the bends of childhood days
While sweeping clouds and coloured greys
Once spent with smiling innocence
When dreams looked out and made such sense
Landmarks still and stubborn dress
Mark the time, when hours, no press
When running was, just for fun, and every memory, always the sun.

Mumbling men in funeral black, step within a drizzling haze
Black knee length coats
Bought for just, such days
From hearse to tail tiered by love
From deepest hurt, to respecting shove.
It’s reached the church as road runs out,
Life in the distance, seems to roar and shout

Flailing, weeping child pulls and twangs even a heart of stone
As gazers drain each tear and sob, as the closest cling to him, alone.
Just to have one second more, to say,
I have loved you always and not just this day.
Why should they dress and move accord the man
Who whispers instruction for all to follow, his plan.

Sweet silence descends the pious place, as some just hold, pious
a memoried face
Which even now, begins to slip,
Amongst crumbling tissues and sibling grip
Angels sing, and then some people talk,
The priest address, the undertakers stalk

Still the closest, talk just to him
Welling sadness soon to reach the brim.

Slowly lowered one side too high
A single rose and a wish to die. A fathers gone,
Nothing anyone can do.
a mother and daughter and a bond so true.

A loving husband and father, underneath a hill of clay
Struggled all his life
Just to be here,
today.

Credits: poem @justme; Image@ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

The dream of life

THE DREAM OF LIFE
by justme

My dream is the dream of life
Found in death, freed by death
A sorrowful thing am I.
I sit upon the tree alone, it’s branches tremble not, for it is I who shivers
My shaking wakes the earth, no other birds will sit with me, the onlooker, the gazer of things.
My song the song of my forefathers, breathes life, calls death, a waiting thing am I
Alone, so very alone.
Yet to my silent tune the clouds they dance, they cry, they move.
To my silent dance we hold each other and smile and weep for a lost tomorrow
Somewhere within the space between the stars, held within the moment is my place.
A perfect place, a quiet place, where I belong
where I am real   

Credits: poem © justme; Image© CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

 

 

To him who has

HE PRAYS
by justme

To him who has, shall it be given,
the choice of man, man now living.
Wander ye, among the thorns,
clinging he, his heart forlorn,
For a greater good, not told to man,
for man has known, yet man, has no plan.
Yet settle he, upon the earth,
feel the touch, the touch of birth,
he looks around and sees no pain,
no human pull, no human gain.

He prays ∞

A different version of this prayer – poem in a picture can be found here

Credits: Poem @ justme; Image @ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

I can see

THE SEA
by justme 

I stood before the ridging waves
falling down then rising up, rolling forward effortlessly.
Feet lowered in sinking sand as tiny tickles spread my toes
Foaming white lusciousness, popped and fizzled
Tiny objects pushed forward then pulled back
Salt upon my lips left behind by a soft hidden breeze.
Always sun upon my face.

No man could plan this scene
No man could create the sand, the sparkling water,the taste of salt.
Not even one grain of sand can he create.
Yet it is everywhere.
Infinite intelligence waved the wand
From some place else it did conceive
For now, I can but look, and see myself.
Silent joy as I am part of this picture.This scene.
Where else shall I look that I might believe?
What else did I miss before me?
Through these eyes of light I now perceive
My god, my god, look my friends.
I can see !

Credits: poem © justme; Images © Catrinphoto; All rights reserved

The pendulum of time


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