Having Enough Awareness To Want To Bend Time. I Have A Limited Travel Pass To Discover The Distance Between Impossible Forevers. Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Yet, I want to be here, there, everywhere. all the time. I want to build my life on the forever highway. I want to be busking
on infinite boulevard. And, hugging, holding and kissing that special, soulful lover in an endless summer driving in my race car, convertible, hair flying in the breeze
on the everlasting avenue.. I want to borrow a full moon, rent out near and distant stars,
Suck out the marrow from Venus and Mars
I won't get there as a a speck on a spinning rock
marking perpetual time. A compulsive liar
who takes back what it provides.
Friend and foe. Time is mourning, crying crocodile tears, consoling us for the loss years. We squander time. Then,
it takes us adrift
to the scene of the crime.
Aren't we part stardust.
As the cycles of rain, rinse and repeat.
It's but a notion, a guess, I know less, not more.
Who really knows where death takes us when it knocks at our door.
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Buddy Bee Anthony
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Re-edited 03/10/2025 @ 2: 03 PM Pacific Time