Lines of Time

Poems from the dark side of the moon.

The Nothing

A great nothingness sits and waits,

Like a pack of wolves, or coiled up snake.

Years tick by with birthday cakes,

The darkness rolls and then it breaks,

Great men are all taken to another place.

From shining halls, to paradise falls,

or even to the pearly gates.

Is it the end, or new story for the Fates ?

Broken Things.

I do not like living my life on a string.

Like a puppet, or yoyo, a controllable thing.

I want to run free, to simply be me.

There is nothing on earth I would rather see.

Why pay taxes, to a queen or a king.

When instead you can dance, or choose to sing.

The future can be anything you want it to be.

Take this advice from a puppet like me.

Cut your strings, and run away.

Live to sing your song some day.