Tag Archives: time

Against the entropy of time

Posted on June 10, 2005 by John

Against the entropy of time, no wall is strong enough to stand and remain whole. Though guaranteed a lifetime, it will fall, reduced to dust and rubble; and the knoll which it divides will also wear away, in its old … Continue reading →

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Socrates

Posted on June 2, 2005 by John

Each grain of sand that populates the endless span of shore seems to be some small answer, yet implies that there is more to knowing than to learn by rote some formulas or rules; and when compared to the wide … Continue reading →

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They grow up fast

Posted on May 14, 2005 by John

They grow up fast; in just a short month’s span the smallest seed becomes a tall, wild stalk grown high enough to look down on a man. But that time does not fly, despite the talk philosophers will write in … Continue reading →

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On Beauty

Posted on May 3, 2005 by John

Beauty is youth’s currency; and those who have it spend without a care for what may come, as if it will not end. The doors of hearts and shops alike are open to its wants, and offer endless credit to … Continue reading →

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The Heart of Beauty

Posted on February 7, 2005 by John

When Beauty stands alone at last upon the wretched reefs of time and watches as her suitors sink beyond the pale horizon line where tied to masts of providence they’ve closed their senses to her charms and set their sextants … Continue reading →

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After Our Summer is Gone

Posted on January 31, 2005 by John

Just because we stop, the world does not see fit to up and quit: although we think our present season the focus of the universe. Just because our silicon has returned back to native dust, and what we’ve turned with … Continue reading →

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To Those Who Would Have Use of My Time

Posted on January 20, 2005 by John

Each moment of my time has its own price; and some cannot be purchased with mere coin. Let my donation of it be my vice, and cursed be those who would by ruse purloin five minutes, nay, one instant without … Continue reading →

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