A TImeless Night

Time A TImeless Night

August 21, 1996, 12am

It was a timeless Night,
Upon the Dawn's trace,
and in the Waning of the Sun's light,
was the warmth of the right,
faded with the falling of the truth,
as all the lies, filled a void,
and disappeared, to set upon,
upon a might, where all that was, is,
IS!!

It was a forging of some,
of new, of old, of all, and of none,
it was mixing, what was into,
what is now, it was a pot,
a melting pot of everything, everything,
and than it was nothing.

and the lights went out,
and the light, turned black, as the night,
the night, faded, into a greyness, of eternity,
of an ending and than it was gone.

And it was gone, and something new,
new?, NEW! an appearance, a beginning,
a truth and a time, of light, of dark,
of everything, yes everything!!!!!

and than it became old, and new, advancing,
yes into the age of time where everything is there,
and nothing has yet to be found, as the eternity,
the eternity, of it all reached out and expanded once again,
setting life and death onto a balance of trial.

And than life was gone, and death was but a doorway,
a way of revitalizing, and needing a time to but put it all,
yes all into something new, different? or rather just taking
and mixing it all together to form a new pattern.

yes, a test, to see what works, what doesnt?
which is better? who decides? you? me? he? or they?
maybe even an it? questions as complications and advances,
yes, both, become, and are, and than there was life.

and in the life, there was something?
that which made it all worthwhile?
or that which was all regretted?
it is believed both and neither.

and it was than that the beginning truly began...

August 24, '96 2:40am

and it was an ending,
of time, of a life, older times, gone,
just but a memory, as a newer era walked,
into the day and the sunrise of time.

and there, there the journey began,
upon a path of stones, laid with the memories of old,
and forged upon the passions of youth, to hold the vigors,
and life and living.

and it was in the walks, the walks of life,
that a peace and chaos was found, that mix,
which can only be driven by the force, the force
of which we have called life.

And it was in the walks, that paths were found,
leading to pain, to sorrow, and to Joy, and happiness,
and intertwining of others, as well as searching of true,
trying to discard the lies, as the light fell.

and it was upon a lighter path, that a love was found,
and a darker day upon which a vow was made, upon the honor,
of what was, and is, was this vow made, as time went through,
and into another portal, to once again skew reality.

In was upon this skew, that a love was lost,
lost in the forgotten realms that we call time,
as well as distance, and a trading went on, a trade
upon this time, for the sake of finding a true in the love,
the love of a life.

And a time grew darker, letting into it, that which is hidden,
hidden and kept away from others, that which is held tightly,
for fear of exposing to much to one person, letting out that which
should have never been revealed, that stain upon a soul which we all,
yes we all carry.

August 25,1996 12:40am

And it is that which we all carry, that leads us on,
onward onto newer ways of living and life, of trust,
of honor, of fighting, and peacemaking, and as it always, is
and was, that of seeking a truth by which to base everything on.

And it was in all the truths, and in all the lies,
that a way was found as it all was strung together,
together into the path that makes up the steps upon which we all,
we all have to walk upon, these everchanging steps of the walk of life,
and living upon them as the River flows with them.

And it was in the flows of the river, that the evolution of time,
of time and meaning became a way of knowing the where, and the when,
but not necesarily the why or the how of what was coming and what,
the what of that which was the past of our times.

In all the pasts, those pasts from the times of everyone,
none were ever the same, different ways of seeing what was before,
and how it was percieved, and felt, all only to combine, back into the stream,
the stream of the river of the time, so that in all it is still what was before.

And then there was the present, as it mixed and mingled,
a part of everything, the past and future, coming and flashing before us,
like the winds, gone quickly in a blink, it is the now, not the than,
nor the ahead, but now and than it is gone.

But it is in the now that everything is done,
and it is in the now that what is done, counts for something,
that something which may make a difference in something that is,
is the ahead of time, that which is to come.

August 26,1996 2:15am

And that which is to come, that which we all want to know,
yet we fear, knowing that the power brought on by knowledge,
Knowledge that is dangerous, and often there is a price to pay,
to pay for this knowledge, of knowing, and that which we dont want to pay.

And it is those that that have made this payment, in exchange,
in exchange for the knowledge, that know the pain brought on by it,
and it is they that fear trying to change for by making a change,
they may change something and make matter only worse,
worse, instead of the good that most intended.

And than there was the forgetting, of knowledge, and memory,
of letting it go, letting the pain, fade, yes fade away into another life,
another's era and time, and to start anew what was once mixed,
as well as confused, and to remember the mistakes this time around,
among the time's stream so to not make them again in this new era.

another new time, another new era, and all in another life,
yet the same life, just a remix of what was, as well as what is now,
yes what is now!!! An ordering and a way of finding and reliving,
upon a future that just might be different from what should have been,
instead of would have been.

A finding of the new right, or rather, even more, finding a better,
yes a better truth, instead of another's lie, a truth, that is all one's own,
my own!! or your own, either way, a truth that is lived by, and upheld,
by the dictates and honor of the morals that are kept by us.

And it was a time of peace, of quiet, and of tranquility,
a time of doing nothing, and waiting, growing in other ways,
other than the growth of before. It was a time of the light,
as the darkness of night held the joy instead of the horrors,
the horrors of the evilness of lies, no, NO!! it was in the night,
as well as the light that as this time it was happiness and a time,
A time of joy, and of celebration.

Yes, it was a time of celebration, letting all the old sadness's,
those memories of sorrow fade away, letting the bad and the evil,
the evil disappear, to be replaced by the joys and the happiness,
The joys, of living now, where it has lost the evil and the dark,
for a time, at last there was a peace, and it was celebrated.