Time Brings Crimes of Rhyme. Mine Unwinds. In a Divine Mind There Remains No Time to Name.

One day I will wake knowing I am old.
But will I still say shake it up?
Announce whatever sound erupts?
Bounce and disrupt like a pup
Instead of giving up, growing cold?

Years frittered away showing dreams sold?
Fears embittered to stay?
Onus owing to trading passion outlasting for action?
No wishing for the system to wear down fast or slow but um...

What's lent to me will eventually reach its peak and cease.
Entropy always increases. Incremental decrease in gifts for me?

Grasping this synergy balance on its arrival,
I'm cashing in mapping the energy challenge
Value sense on the fundaments of the hassle of survival.

A swarm of missions leaves me worn.
Every morning forming visions,
Believe this to be the ambition for which I was born.
Torn decisions vines clipped adorn.

I sail the breeze between feelings concealed;
Wisdom bleeds when revealed.
Warm spot, scorn stops, early morn surely forms chops.
Nothing ornery in this spot to top,

But the bleeding need to rock like Mr. Spock!
With a logic-project to mob it with horns to lock.
A hundred comforts plundered in bursts,
Trumped in verse, jumped up and dispersed.
Layered under days of wonder,
Slaying with a hunger.

Playing every month to cure
The basis of error impure,
At the core of this fortress we're building,
Stasis of terror stirred, less hassle in wilting.
Say this to spare the future.

Blessed past running roads of cunning prose, gunning chodes, Attacking blunt from a hilt swing.
Like the gasping cunt that wilts
Sore, wrecked and defiled
From a necrophile's whore!
 
Laughing up front at gasping assholes jilting.
A crass soul with a lilt towards reversing sin-fall guilt-cling
Like the universe’s probability-altering pinball tilting…
Sings with a hip swing
For every tome I tip and sling
From my dome, blessed to roll. A lone tactical kestrel
Running jests leaping fast from an unmatched soul
Deeper than a black hole

Ripping flim and flam from yin and yang like the big bang was a fling.
Warm schism to lay in,
Visions hidden, children unbidden where sun rays stay in.
Sprayed kisses flow everyway like a crystal prism mistletoe. Unrestraining rainbows, light no longer strains to glow

But night aims to show-- one day I will wake and know I am old. But still I will spill and behold the wonder that today’s hunger Slays asunder to lunge for the sun;
Zoom to the moon; plunge my pain to come undone and plunder. Without strain to swoon, maintaining time’s blunder,
A changing kind of waning crime,
Rearranging lines in my rhyme.
I don’t mind it only makes me younger.