Time

Years months weeks

Milliseconds Microseconds nanoseconds

What is a human

How do you compare

What is the measure of a woman or man

Does it all boil down to numbers

And a dash?

How does one fit the complete essence

In such succinct simple structure

Conserving so much type space

And wasting all that’s ignored

We have to be more than that

Time consumed

And moments wasted

Nothing is more common

Don't we deserve more than ordinary

Maybe that's just a symptom

Of our insanity

The glitch in our system that led us to believe

We mattered

That we were made for something more

To chase something greater

The truth

We can't all be great

If we were than no one would be

Someone has to master being an amateur

And another has to practice being a phenom

Someone has to be Sun

And others a reflection

You can't all shine the same

The concept  

Leaves me wanting

It doesn't tell a story

It doesn't create a knowing

Just leaves me gasping

Searching for oxygen

To give breadth to such a shallow concept

To revive the legacy of a woman

And the idea of a man

Giving life to a memory

Instead I'm left

Without enough

For as far as we've come

And as brilliant as we can and have been

We should do better

And we act like we've mastered this

Except we've done everything but

How to accurately describe our existence

Could it be that we don't understand ourselves

It's always been easier to observe other bodies

Whether that be animals our other species

Objectivity is lost on ourselves

We know the definition

But can't grasp the use

Could it be that we're not gods

Yet we're still too much for us to comprehend

Even out of those things we study

And experiment with

We forget that were each just human

Even the self proclaimed geniuses amongst us

Our hubris betrays our curiosity

So we pretend to understand things

Acting like this simple idea

Can hold the weight of the monstrosity

Of what we may add up to

Instead we pretend to be understood

Treating others like we understand

When in reality we could all be just as blind

Just on different aspects

Yet we act like lenses were made only for the theatres

And we don't have time to sit

Or relax

So we hide our insecurities

Dressing up our ends

With four numbers

And dash of a line

And four more digits

No wonder why we're high

And why we overdose when someone offered us true knowledge

We’ve all been searching

But weren't willing to own our ignorance

So instead we assumed the knowledge

Was just another act

So we snorted our usual hit

And now we're frozen by the potency

We had no clue the old Roses we stopped for

Were just replicas  of memories

And so when held we authenticity

We had no clue that the petals

Would melt in our hands

And the thorns would  transport you like pedals

Bringing you to a world of pain and consciousness

You never recognize a lie

No need to question it

Until you're brought “the truth”

Until you're faced with an alternative

We realized that maybe

Just maybe we've been selling ourselves short

We have no one to blame

We grew the product

And cut it with half measures

Not wonder why it doesn't add up

You can steal from yourself

And yet we have

No wonder why we feel so indebted

Generations are left gasping

Trying to find hot air

To raise the dead

To keep them as the giants they were

Before their time broke

And their stories crumbled

No wonder the giants are found kneeling

They didn't surrender

We just lowered the standard

So they were brought to their knees

To pass on their wisdom

The wisdom was tainted

Scarred and incomplete

The nephilim of old

Left some in the skies

When they dared to oblige

And meet us on the same level as our eyes

Their reach wasn't the same anymore

Time mastered?

Slavery is alive and well

And were the serfs

Indentured servants

Inherited a debt from those before

Because they thought they knew

How to count

How to measure

And contain it

Instead we were bought and sold

By a concept

Something that we couldn't hold

Any closer than air

Yet we dared to imagine we could

We mistook shackles for  cufflinks

And now our ends are dressed

In pauper means

Belying what we were

Accented by the most humble of periods

Maybe there is wisdom to be found in not knowing

Realizing what we can not discover

Instead of pretending that we have things figured out

Give things their due

Instead of downplaying them for future generations

I say let the nephilims walk amongst us again

Let people people entertain the ideas of demigods again

Let the kids dream again

Dreams are sewed by the deeds of the past

Give them wisdom

Give them thorns

Let them explore and live

Be honest and curious

And not criminalize ignorance

Celebrate unique greatness where and when we can

Maybe we should do away with dates on tombstones

I want my favorite memories written on my stone

But what do I know

Nothing

Dedicated To Brianna Lomas. An old acquaintance and a new friend recently discovered. Another soul whose life and time can not be so succinctly described or told about by mere numbers and dashes. Sorry “Time” was late but “happy belated” seemed to succinct. Hope this year is a great one for you. Till we meet again.