cancer69's blog: "time"

A week till tommorrow It is early and the sky is slowly turning purple But that was three hours ago Or will it be I'm not sure, time has lost me My anxious waiting has left me to ponder Onward like a tumbleweed towards a destined yonder Grab a pen or take a nap? Have a bite or book a flight? It seems theres a long way to go tonight William T. 11-26-06 3:13 AM - 1 Comments - 2

Year of twelve First of twelve is one, start the cycle to a drum Second is like Tuesdays meaningless advance Marching to the drum still keeping up the pace When April arrives, mother Earth cleans up her space May the birds sing and trees blossom to the Sun June marks the first of Air's elemental twosome Fly back home or to your two weeks, many book July Modest is August, calm and soothing , passing by September's last hope for a hot summer in the end October is the 10th, not the 8th my friend Rain in November when remembered, wash away dry tears December is the month of presence ending years -William T 11-24-06

A week till tommorrow It is early and the sky is slowly turning purple But that was three hours ago Or will it be I'm not sure, time has lost me My anxious waiting has left me to ponder Onward like a tumbleweed towards a destined yonder Grab a pen or take a nap? Have a bite or book a flight? It seems theres a long way to go tonight William T. 11-26-06

Sands of Time Watch! How poe...... Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc Nights of cold wrapped knights of old I was told water outvalues gold Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc Among other things were scorpion stings, The latter of which were all eaten Unlike grass's frailty, sand's path lay unbeaten Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc Hour glasses precisely timed and measured, In this case Sand's a creator An empty, old, "well-versed destroyer", Filled with tolkens beside half-burried sabers Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc William T. October 13, 2006

The Man who was time Once upon a man was a sailor's great weight Wether early or late after the storm Rather would he wait in the warm At the end of and, from the beginning The man who was time was left spinning Ever weaving in himself's wealth True meanings often felt Lock with no keys opened with ease, The man who was time failed the seas William T. Sep 30th,2006