Less Time

Matt Ph.D Trusskey

Description

Poems of Midlife, Memories and Letting Go

Sujets

• Philosophie
• Éthique et morale
• Ethique et morale
• Good
• Evil
• Philosophy
• Philosophie et théologie

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456606848
• Langue: English

Extrait

Less Time
 
 
Poems of Midlife, Memories
 
And Letting Go
 
 
Book Two in a Trilogy
About a Life and its Evolution
 
 
By
 
Matthew M. Trusskey
 


 
 
Less Time
© Copyright 2011 by Matthew M. Trusskey
 
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or database, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without written permission from the author, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages. Although every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions.
 
 
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0684-8
 
Midlife

You're in Midlife When
You go to the store to buy a magnifying glass
To pull a splinter out of your wife's foot, alas.
 
Your midday nap becomes a requirement
To watch the evening news and dream of retirement.
 
Your youthful thoughts and pains of the heart
Become aches of the body and joint pains smart.
 
Your daily desire is no longer to get laid
But to get the house note timely paid
 
Your current memory begins to fade in less time
And you need sticky notes to remember a rhyme.
 
The highlight of your day is out for dinner
To celebrate the removal of a big toe splinter.
 

Pirates All
Stone tavern smoky and dark
Wine and pewter cups abound
A salty mix of smells drift
Her supple ruby lips glisten
Through long curly chestnut hair
Voluptuous wild hips
Spin round and round
 
Soul dizzy with passion
Forgetting humanity, reality
Fevered music accentuates
My intoxication, then…
We find each other
I reach to caress and kiss
Her sweaty velvet skin
 
Slower, then faster she moves
Hidden passion exposed
Her hands lacing my hair
Clutching my fiery head
To her breasts
Volcanic lust compels us
Into the shadows
 
Then I take her
And she loves it!

If
If you heard me,
Would your ear turn silent?
Yielding to loud storms
Wind swept and violent.
 
If you spoke to me,
Would your tongue go dry?
Desert raindrops fall
Squeezed from life's eye.
 
If you touched me,
Would your fingers rot?
Touch the soiled earth
Dig a child's burial plot.
 
If you befriended me,
Would your soul wane?
Go ahead, try to live
For joy and for pain.
 
If you loved me,
Would you shut the door?
All we could have is
Much and ever more.
 
And if…

Aftermath and Science
Psychedelic explosions of pastel greens laced with yellow tips
dance on my eyelids in a purple sky.
 
Lying here, our naked bodies being one slowly melt our exhausted contours into the bed.
 
Beads of sweat slither to join, then cascade down my body as if they knew where they were going.
 
Reality trying to creep back in to grip my thoughts as my mind struggles to hang on to the peaceful bliss.
 
The lights are back with me, my own personal aurora borealis fades as consciousness tries to drag me back to reality.
 
No, I do not want to wake from my passion and I fight again for the light.
 
My eyes open on this fourth of July morning after experiencing the best fireworks ever.
 
Now a gentle breeze caresses my body as a five bladed fan helps to awake my other senses.
 
The reality of the day’s upcoming events, rip me out of my intoxicating bliss.
 
I am comforted to know that for those precious moments, time had stopped.
 
Just a little closer to the inevitable end and yet, I am still ever learning and understanding how to Know Time .
 
Maybe to Know Time is the ability to stop it, if even for a brief shining moment. So what are we all so afraid of?

Sphinx
Proud as a Lion
Surveying his pride
On the Serengeti Plain.
 
Senses acute
Nostrils sniff fiery air
For threats instinctual.
 
Scent once caught, alerts
The eyes, periscoping head
Then focusing in.
 
Young Lioness in heat
Attention undaunted,
Moments later, done with mounting.