[chiefMOJOrisin]

This is a poem I wrote in my creative writing class during the first (and only) semester I attended at college. I slammed it at a coffee shop in a reggae rythym so try to read through it with that in mind. If a line ends without punctuation, it is meant to be a pause before the next line.


'Time'


Time to go and get on the go.
Time to go.
Get on with the show.
Let go!

Time is the line,
that exists though the fall.
Runs through your mind and
connects us all.

Time is the being that brings us together.
Time is the one who creates forever.

Cleopatra, Lincoln and
Nepolean.
Lost from the world and the
line of sight.
Jim Morrison and Buddha, himself...
All sit together on the,
line of time.....

Thers is no time to waste today.
There is only,
today!

Time can lie
or be on your side.
There is no time for time,
yet time is so wide.

Time is the problem
and the remedy.
Just give it time and,
you will see.

Time can be the answer,
the question
or a riddle.
Time can be a burden,
a blessing
or the middle.

Get up and run!
Get in the sun!
Get the most out of time,
before time has won!!






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