WRITTEN WORKS OF HUD WRITER/POET/PHILOSOPHER
TIMED TWINES
How can those things be...
That are done...
Be un-done...
Un-ravelled...
Like balls of twine...
Rolled back into time...
To the moments of existence..
When every Cloud in the sky...
Blossoming Flower...
Dragonfly...
Sea Coral...
Sperm Whale...
Beating heart...
Was in their allocated...
Timed framed places...
At the precise moments in time...
To Gaze upon...
The living you...
Words...
That where left un-said...
Stand upon my lips...
Needed to be softly spoken...
Before the sands of time...
Wash away...
Our precious corporeal lives...
How can this be...
To exist once...
Then be no more...
Would the universe care...
If I bent time and space...
To be in this place...
As a inverted reflection...
Of my former self...
An un-invited guest..
Gatecrashing...
The multi-dimensional plain of...
Time and space...
Just to gaze upon your living face...
Slowing down time...
To a snails pace...
Holding back the years...
With grinding reversing gears...
Without lightening synaptic fears...
Sliding down an eternal black hole...
Makes me feel at home...
Imprinted into the outer rim...
For all eternity...
As a micro-second of time...
Is re-lived...
With the living you...
Copyright Hud 2014-2015
That are done...
Be un-done...
Un-ravelled...
Like balls of twine...
Rolled back into time...
To the moments of existence..
When every Cloud in the sky...
Blossoming Flower...
Dragonfly...
Sea Coral...
Sperm Whale...
Beating heart...
Was in their allocated...
Timed framed places...
At the precise moments in time...
To Gaze upon...
The living you...
Words...
That where left un-said...
Stand upon my lips...
Needed to be softly spoken...
Before the sands of time...
Wash away...
Our precious corporeal lives...
How can this be...
To exist once...
Then be no more...
Would the universe care...
If I bent time and space...
To be in this place...
As a inverted reflection...
Of my former self...
An un-invited guest..
Gatecrashing...
The multi-dimensional plain of...
Time and space...
Just to gaze upon your living face...
Slowing down time...
To a snails pace...
Holding back the years...
With grinding reversing gears...
Without lightening synaptic fears...
Sliding down an eternal black hole...
Makes me feel at home...
Imprinted into the outer rim...
For all eternity...
As a micro-second of time...
Is re-lived...
With the living you...
Copyright Hud 2014-2015
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TIMED TWINES
TIMED TWINES
