Is time being determined by the watches?
This is another wonder of this universe!
In the field of theory it is a physical quantity,
Which is measurable-
But I say, that's relative.
In the evolution of each planet, human is incapable of measuring it.
The shortest time taken - euctoseconds -
And then zeptoseconds, and so on
The largest exosecond, or cosmological decade,
However, can timing be determined overall?
This planet is here from the birth of the universe to the eternity
(though on one knows for sure).
Some moments, some periods, some days, some years,
Some eras, some centuries, some millennia-
It all depends on each other;
The bridge is limitless,
Don't depend on anything-
Flows from time immemorial,
Clear, smooth, infallible.
Gilbert used to go
to his school, everyday
through a brick paved road,
just penetrating the old cemetery.
While he passed
he usually saw
heard from the distant,
the preacher’s mourning speech,
“..... For dust you are,
and to dust, you shall return.”
he used to ride
on a bicycle,
he used to just walk
and cross the cemetery road.
Most of the time
he could recognize
those mourning people
as they were his neighbors
and he knows all of them.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)
Restlessness can hardly afford a march of raging hearts! Our vows have even absorbed what can be saved at all with his words of allegiance! Why does modesty breathe when it takes shape?! Unaware of his own abilities, distorted, jerking himself down into a jerky barn without the ideal of chivalry in phlegmatic mg; blind-eyed human wreckage sniffs out remaining human brains like a sherbet and there can be no meaningful intelligence collection on the forehead eaten! Depleting, bad kind of drunkenness is rampant in the empty Congo depths of angels, and conscious vulnerability is already a self-deepening chasm!
All window-eyes are blinded! A feeling of conscious vulnerability infiltrates our skins! Diseases pinned to the executioner's peak Celeb heads bloom; a superstitious, flirtatious look flirting with invisible tango between broom-eyed eyes! Pigeon-autumn str...
Here raises the curtain
Sitting there the Emperor, Queen and Princess,
Friends-foes, slave, slave-maid
All engaged in self-acting,
Successful with the perfect performance.
Someone gives a loud dialogue-
Someone sings in a melodious tune-
Someone dances or serves in an irritating manner,
Applause erupted around the stage-
Thrilling atmosphere arouses around,
In the loudness of the drum,
sometimes the dialogues do not reach the eardrums
Yet the play continues,
Time passes happily, merrily;
There! There is the conscience!
In the remote corner of the crowded stage;
Somehow leaning on one foot, dejected-
The role he played was-
Not being performed perfectly
And without everyone's knowledge,
He always left behind the public eye!
(Life is like a stage and we are a...
Shine like the morning sun
Shine like the dazzling meadows
Shine like the autumn catkin
Shine like the spring Delonix regia
Shine like the evening star
Shine like the full moon
There are roaring nonsense in the dugout cavities of Congolese skulls; cultural barriers are also deliberately dismantled by the puffing tabloid media! In the luminous sense, slowed-down, otherworldly loads reverse all the way down to the playback of low-cost stages! As an unfaithful companion, everyone was sniffed by infected, phlegmatic indifference! It is becoming increasingly difficult to paddle from the prison darkness of a closed blockade to the liberation workshops of literature! Shows sparking about the monotonous, jerky goodness of the show, and thirty minutes is enough to say, "How are you feeling?" - to get around the issue!
Grinning silly, chirping idiot kittens are already entangled in the barely livable everyday life, and if a cultural bankruptcy guard shows up, they will kick back into the Stone Age without silence! This is how a consume...
Many times he loves himself, maybe that’s why he couldn’t really learn to compare! Excited by juicy, unusual avant-garde evenings; when Papageno balances a wide lake and dreams of a Parrot tool! The porcelain face is all accidental, but its eliminable, repairable flaws aboard the crackling planks are as appealing as the everyday genre boundaries of self-love! It can only be in its own element if it is different at all costs!
At the suggestion of lightweight, affordable careers, the luxuriously unusual appearances that soon set in motion follow a sure-paved path of caressing blindly, congratulating them on the even bigger buck sneezes of millions of ass-licking choirs! As a delightful, redeeming good news, there is a cheap pink icing on this earth, and with its stiletto heels, it will run over itself! It offers a palatable pleasure on her superstitiou...
Lost faith, sensationalist world! Crowds of people are running around in a loser mess! Dirt people and five-minute smudges are poured on torso V.I.P. parties to their comfortable throat, and group bachanalia is not out of the question either! Where did his selfish Cassandrasah go to testify to cobweb prophets who wanted to testify?! In a shrouded self-defense, the Living One who burns himself as an internal cataclysm - perhaps he has not even grown up! Tearful vulnerability always surprises; my whim was left with the late tax! "Glass beads are screaming from prodigal eyes, and they take a crooked multitude of moments that tears can't lie!"
In their puffy, overflowing pride, self-educated terror staggers! A surrendered canary-kitten-gaze to small-style compliments soon vomits! It can hardly be a blind flight between free-living mass-consumer-eden co...
I am a true Texan
Came from a small Texas Town
Travelling on a Stage Coach kicking up dust
I came to a town called “REFRESHING GULCH”
That town has the right name
But I am just being lame
Those folks drink Sun Up to Sundown
Now I don’t drink along those lines
But then again, have I truly lost my mind
However, all I can remember I was knocked out drunk
It happened in the Pleasure Saloon
I had arrived on that Stage Coach at noon
What a way to begin a journey
By the way, my name is Ernie
Somehow, I was so drunk, I was put into a hotel room in town
It was called “SETTLE YOURSELF”
I woke up and found myself in nothing but my underwear
Talk about an embarrassing moment
Barely holding steady
I have a hangover the size of ...
My heart having no pleasure
Every thought with a doubt
Concentrating as I am moving about
Yet the pages have no imagination
It is just pages of here and there
The whole situation within beware
There’s no destination
Stuck on page jam
When will I overcome at the surface?
Pause is ever so obvious
Pages upon pages full of rage
Perhaps it settles with my old age
The sentences don’t mount
Each letter is beyond count
I am totally dissatisfied
I am in reside
This is life in provide
It is become my stride
But all I want to do is hide
But for now, I must reflect and take everything in
Start all over with a new page of begin
I can’t be still and pretend
This can’t be an e...