A lost feeling

Eyes closed, just for a moment

it feels like slipping into the past

time-traveling in my living room

Advert my eyes from what is

and float back into that feeling

where optimism & hope live

The silence is beautiful, I miss it

every time I find it & I remember

the feeling of being alone & happy

Submerged in a pool of reminiscing

thoughts tend bubble to the surface 

memories of self bursting in the air

"Memories 2.0"

there is a pulse
a beat
in my memories
images flash in my mind
smells and feelings rise up
into the mix
another flash
a face
a place
an object

frozen in time
i can almost touch it
taste it
hear it
the fog of forgetfulness
starts to seep
away my memories
faded like old pictures
but i will hold on

"Memories"

If I just close my eyes I can go anywhere
  drifting back to when things where so much easier
simply living and not worrying about how to think
there is a certain pulse, a beat that comes though with these memories
  smells and feeling that drift up to the surface
its hard to be there in my mind because I start to think
if I can push the thoughts down and just live again in the memory
  I can be there
   anywhere I want to be
immersed in being what I was
  innocent, happy, free and hopeful
memories are tricky
  when happy moments suddenly make you sad
they are only memories
how life was at one time
how I was at one time
  I must hold on to the feelings that flood in with these freshly squeezed memories
when I was innocent, happy, free and hopeful
I can see myself, as if watching a home movie
  but mostly I see things just the way they were
untouched by time, by progress
   if I dive deep into my memories, I can feel the fabric of my life
I can feel my surrounding, smell the air, hear the sounds, see the history
I can be in that moment once again
   when I really push myself, I can get lost in my memories
I can get lost and really feel things again
  really experience things again, the way that I want to remember them
  memories: flexible, pliable, and willing to be molded
taking me anywhere

"Untitled"

Today is the only day I have because

  I am still waiting for tomorrow and

  I am busy remembering yesterday.

Make everything out of ever day that you can;

  time is a tool that only allows you to

  work in the moment.

I don't know what the fickle Father Time has in store for me.

"Time"

One second passed by;
  did you notice?
Days, hours, minutes, seconds:
  time has such a hold on our lives.
Each moment of joy,
  moment of sorrow,
  moment of thought can be broken down
  into measurement until its meaningless.
How long is a moment?
What does a second of love feel like?
  Is it the same feeling as a second of anger?
Look at the clock,
  this thing - this portal
  physical numbers - temporal symbols
  what does it tell you?
Is it lunch time?
  bed time?
  time for that meeting?
  time to go?
  time to stay?
  quitting time?
  quiet time?
The alarm clock rings, shredding dreams,
  starting the day, ticking off the seconds.
Could life be any more regimented?
  Could there be a greater dictator than your schedule?
Close your eyes;
  reclaim one moment.
One second passed by;
  did you feel it?