The clock is ticking

TheClockIsTicking

The clock is ticking seconds, minutes, hours
The hands are waving that the time is ours
The timekeeper gives just enough space
For us to participate in the chase

We all contribute to the foolishness
The brutality and the ruthlessness
To the ever-increasing reckless speed
Of the compulsory urge to succeed

The time has nigh come for us to let go
We must let the ghastly madness outgrow
And go back to the place where time stood still
In which people lived by their own free will

The chronograph pulsates in pent-up drift
It almost reaches the end of the shift
And when the clock plays its deciding chimes
We realize this is the end of times

 

This is my contribution for the challenge of Jeremy’s daily challenge

Leaving a fragrance

LeavingAFragrance

Inspired by an incredible sense of self
And unabashed spirited femininity
I give the world a timeless passionate fragrance
A love story that lasts until infinity

My sophistication is intertwined with romance
The intoxicating scent is honest and pure
It feeds the poetic depiction of magic
The elegant confidence is here to endure

 

This is my contribution for the challenge of Jeremy’s daily challenge

 

Written in the sand

WrittenInTheSand

I walked along the seashore
My heart full of angry emotion
I wanted to shout out loud
Let it flow over the ocean

Instead I took up some driftwood
And wrote my anger in the sand
And near the water’s edge I noticed
I could hold my temper in hand

So all the ill thoughts of you
Won’t pass my lips today
Because this evening’s surf
Washed my anger away

 

This is my contribution for the challenge of Jeremy’s daily challenge

Daydreams

Daydreams

I am dreaming in images
Of witches of the medieval times
In ancient and faded villages
Or life that was full of crimes

I am dreaming of arms full of roses
Of delight and the sweet idleness
The offbeat rhythm of the proses
Or protest songs of righteousness

I am dreaming of the taste of love
Of staying together side by side
And with the freedom like a dove
Or lives bound to be tied

I am dreaming of love as decision
To make the best of me
It is a joy to envision
Or how to be the best I can be