time is about mindset

Time is about mindset
as things rarely connect to numbers
any number is realtive to relation
rarely can numbers be seen by the mind's eye
imagination relates to time through seguence
numbers aren't vivid...

Time Kills

what is the source of time...

What is the source of time
Maybe it's the sun
A white novem that will always coexist
Maybe that is where heaven and hell are
Maybe that is where our souls are created from heat
Maybe time warms up with 92 degrees centigrade
Maybe life is always cool
Maybe I have been a survivor of a lost aristocracy
Maybe time still exists
Who is this April
Who is this Mark
What is the source of sap
Maybe it comes from bark

The time galaxy has impatient chaotic characteristics infrequent with quasar nebulas and soule novas
The rythme cosmiconalites are what defy the father tyme mechasphere...but praise be to Neu Mecca that the tyme paldinions arrive...

Timerunnerz Brainstorm Sketch !

Splitchroen
splitchroemz
solarjempz
jempshiftingz
Planet Phasez
Soler Chronographyz
Tyme Pryde
Colore Portales
Stare Nebiolez
Tyme Chasmz
Stratischroneum
Tymestagnent
Lithochron
Tyme Lorde
Star Stairz
Tyme Runner
Tyme Walker
Anals of Tyme
Chronalz
Quicksend Chronalz
Tyme Parodyse
Tyme Lembo
Tyme Helle
Chronoz Spedimimeterz
Cookou Cluckz

The Crechadium

Time is an essence. People see the likelyhood of light? But can they explain why it never seems to wane and wax. It reflects, it magnifies, it zooms, but darkness always seems to overcome it?

Light's Labyrith in a Paradigm of Yellow

There is a light in the system
As a celestial body forms
The celestual relationship of which
Crystals are like corns
Thor the almighty
Loki his hand
Together we danced
Through lightning quicksand
Baldur and horus
Wrestling the sun
We here in California
Have a lot of asgardian fun
The trees talk to me soothingly
The birds tell me someday
I will have psionic wings
I'm going to be a guardian
To me that sweet sings
I will guard heaven's keep
Which is as precious as a demi-god
Let the light swing from the sky
My katana has a sweep nod

I hold honor in the sword
Much like a venet
Some used to call me
A space cadet cabaret...