Sept. 3, 2019

The Time For Crows

by Douglas Blaine Matthews (author's profile)

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The Time For Crows

Defeated...
Time has fastened its shrapnel about my throat
Cleanly jerked
The echo
The last sound made by my body disgracing the ground
For which I've treaded for far too long
Who's there?
What?
It's only me, my thoughts...
I'm gone, finally. But I'm still here
Failure
Fear
Pain
More fear and more pain
My last escape written by the same author that
Punished me to my first hell
Now, frozen in the flames
Bound by my own cowardice
Success has failed me
Failure has failed me
I have failed me
Once again!
But wait!
Hope!
I have thoughts so I can think
I have lungs so I can breathe
I have thoughts that can think for my lings
To not breathe.
Futile....
Hopeless
A spoiled garden I am
Rotting
When once I at least had leaves
The sickly stench of my life
Feed me to the worms
Cast a woven shadow of grass over my corpse
And let me rest on these transparent shards
My thoughts
For I am no more
But an existence in a forgotten nothingness
Now rest my case

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FatherJohn Posted 1 week, 2 days ago.   Favorite
Dear Douglas, Your poem is beautiful but steps close to despair.

Qoheleth said,

For everything there is a season
and a time for every activity under heaven:
a time to give birth and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build up;
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance;
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek and a time to lose,
a time to keep and a time to discard;
a time to tear apart and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Pink Floyd wrote,

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.


Douglas, send the crows away. Welcome them back another day.
See yourself in the light of love. Whistle the call of a cooing dove.
Make your time, your time for you. Spread your gift like the morning dew.

I remain, John Pfister
September 10, 2019

FatherJohn Posted 1 week, 2 days ago.   Favorite
P.S. Kenrick Lamar writes,

Love, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you

This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Tell me what you gon' do to me
Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
You can bring a bullet, bring a sword
Bring a morgue, but you can't bring the truth to me
Fuck you and all your expectations
I don't even want your congratulations
I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises all in your conversation
I hate people that feel entitled
Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you
Oh, you important?
You the moral to the story, you endorsing?
Motherfucker, I don't even like you
Corrupt a man's heart with a gift
That's how you find out who you dealin' with
A small percentage, who I'm building with
I want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning
On my momma that's the realest shit

Girl, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Skin covered in ego
Get to talkin', I get involved, like a rebound
No control, no off switch in the way that you bringing me down
It's a turn on, get it away from me
Know you mean wrong, keep away from me
And it's all wrong, get it away from me, yeah
I just cry for no reason, I just pray for no reason
I just thank for the life, for the day, for the hours and another life breathin'
I did it all 'cause it feel good
You could live it all if you feel bad
Better live your life
We are running out of time

Douglas, you have no time for crows, use your pen and paper as a two-edged sword to send them flapping off into the black of nothingness; some might call nothingness eternal separation from the unapproachable light.

We are running out of time.

I remain, John Pfister
September 10, 2019

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