There is really no time like the present... the past anchors us but can sometimes seem closer or farther away than it appears... nothing and no one stays the same for long - explosions of energy and light burn brightly and then return to where they came from, but can be captured for all eternity through the appeture of a camera lens... the future is a constantly unveiling tapestry that can only be quantified when it is divided into seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years. The speed of light is fast - but, even in space, there are limits... the sound of someone's voice can continue to be heard long after they have passed... there are times when we have to sacrifice moments spent with people, because sometimes the time we are given isn't enough to fit everything that we need to do in... whether it is the footprints on The Moon, or the tiretracks on the surface of Mars, every one and everything leaves impressions - and some things endure not just because they exist within a vacuum, but because they are an example of why some things are innately meant to last. We leave so much behind... we all wish that we could revist some of the highlights from our life and speak to some of the people who we have lost... we all dream of things and people that seem to come out of nowhere - but when it comes to our connection with all things, everywhere, there is no such thing as the passage of time... when we realise that our time is short in comparison to most things in the universe, we all come to the conclusion that we need to do what we can, where we can, when we can - because, if we do not, then there may come a day when we awaken, wonder, and wish that when we were given the chance to do something extraordinary we had - because so many great leaps into the unknown started with someone saying: "Let's go!"
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A Poem A Day #256: Fast
My Poem “Slow down time”
The kids are growing up fast…
time isn’t slowing down for anything…
children are graduating from school
and leaving a part of themselves in the past…
this is when children look forward
and when parents look back…
this is when everybody realizes
that nothing lasts forever,
and when parents wish that they could
relive all those moments with their kids
when they were younger…
it is both a happy time and a sad time…
it is both a time for optimism
and also a time when everybody
has to say their goodbyes…
no one is dying – but, in a way,
it is the end of an era and a time
in a person’s life that will never come again…
parents only want the best for their children,
and the best parents champion their children
in whatever they choose to throw themselves into
and want to excel themselves at –
but seeing their children grow up
and change before their eyes
naturally and uncomfortably
causes parents to feel great pain…
every child cannot wait to grow up,
fall in love, have kids, and settle down –
while most parents, though greatly supportive
for the most part of their child,
just wish that time would just slow down.
My Poem ‘Rush’
Children dash… children sprint…
children can make moments last…
children don’t even realize
just how much the days of their early lives
race by so fast –
because, to a child, they can act as quick
as they can think, in a flash,
and their drive is the endless energy
that they find at a moments-notice,
even before the adults around them
have time to blink.
Even as they grow up,
some people do not lose their love
for the sensation of the wind against their face,
even as other interests compel them,
some people never give up their love of a chase –
as if they are still in school on sports-day
still competing in a race;
even as their hair-colour changes,
some people can never stop their heart
beating to a charged rhythm;
even as the world creates new obsessions and distractions,
some people live better in mind, body, and soul,
when they are pushing themselves to the limit –
like a soldier on a mission.
It’s why a boxer enters into a ring…
it’s why a rock-star gets up on a stage to sing…
it’s why someone keeps doing something that they love…
it’s why people run, dive, fly, and jump…
it’s because, when you feel like you have got lightning
surging through your blood,
you never want to halt doing
whatever gives you that unbelievable rush.
My Poem ‘Take Away’
Sometimes you just want things fast and quick;
sometimes you can’t wait for what you desire;
sometimes you wonder of yourself:
if you rely so much on something,
does that make you an addict?;
sometimes you just have to have something,
to feel the rush that it gives you –
like passing your hand through the flame of a fire.
Waiting is a test of patience;
deciding on something is usually rudimentary;
anticipation can only fuel
what will be your final pleasurable response;
the arrival of what you crave
is one of the most satisfying sensations there could ever be.
We all know that we should savour every moment;
we all know that a special time cannot ever be repeated;
we all feel a tinge of sadness when an experience is over,
because we know deeply what it meant;
we all miss the years, summers, Christmases,
dreams, friendships, kisses,
and care-free laughs that we had when we were a kid.
Things come, things go;
we all need to be recharged in some way sometimes,
like a solar-powered invention that needs the light of the sun;
we all need to see what nature is always happy to show.
We all need a wave of momentum to carry us through every day;
we all need an idea in our minds to change the way we think,
in even the smallest of ways;
we all need to remold ourselves sometimes,
as if we were made out of clay;
we all sometimes need the instant emotional
and physical take-off that can only be had
from a take away.
Mark The Poet 