Morning calls

I'm leaving you

And you're without a clue

The spark we had

Has come and gone

Just as the season's flu.

Our greetings once
Were filled with smiles
Now they all run dry
And though my pen once sang of love
Now of pains it softly cries.

So here today and gone tomorrow
Dust to dust we move
And now the more I think
The more I know
That I am not for you.

-Victor Tinsdale

Time Travel

More loud and confusing each time than the last
Backward, then forward, rewriting the past
The ribbon of time was a moment inert
But each time it's doubled, like pleats in a skirt.
Tomorrow, the future, then past may become
A chance to repeat or rewrite what we've done
To redo or predo an act of the mind
For each shred of memory exists throughout time
And that which we do in embarking the present
Leads to the future; both bright and unpleasant
Tomorrow, delighted, I'll wake up to see
What future in time there is waiting for me.

-J. Thadeus Richie

Seconds slowly turn to minutes

Later minutes crawl to hours

As a fire burns between my ears

Rain pours then gently showers.

As I watch the midnight hour

Slow, transform to morning's break

Not a wink of sleep has graced me

For I know that all's at stake.

And as my arms still reach out seeking

Comfort, comfort evermore,

The burning spreads down to my chest

And my emotions are at war.

My plea for help escapes

The wheels that burn within my mind

And how I wish, now more than ever

I was yours

And you were mine.

-Victor Tinsdale

Today is the day

To change all my ways

To leave my me in the past

And to make this all last

For just as time is advancing

I'm still far behind

And with my failed romancing

I've strangle my mind.

-Victor Tinsdale