I Was Listening to Time

I heard nothing and chaos

At the infinite speed in infinity

It was calling to me

To listen to myself

Ponder perceptions of chronology

Knowing it is a man made construct

With its latest establishment

Laid out by railroad companies in 1883

Later updated in 1918, just 107 years ago

Not to mention, years had thirteen months

Before Ceasar and his ego set the Julian calendar

Assumed to be by an executive order

Before new powers that be

Changed it to the Gregorian calendar

Until the latest emperor with no clothes

Changes it to trump time to register our

Devolutionary declination to survival

Not of the fittest, but the most loyal where

Justice takes on the quality of revenge

Equality is privilege redefined from the top down

Billionaires are the new bosses and

“Crumbs look like cake to the masses.”

“Hanging from the Cross” – John Trudell





Actually, this post started because

I was listening to “Time” by Pink Floyd

And even though I have heard it

Many times before, it caught my ears

To realize how hauntingly beautiful

The sound was coming from the radio

As learning to play the guitar has

It intrigued me to hear things differently

Deciphering between keyboard sounds

Bass, and / or lead, or rhythm guitar music



“What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes…… that fall…… gently….. like rain

I can’t wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music. “

“2112” – Rush



One thing I have learned from

Listening to time is that

It is rarely convenient

That, and as Brian Greene points out

It does follow an arrow