Posts Tagged ‘time’

By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

Seasons thoroughly
swindle time from my
hourglass existence,
fusing grains
into glass,
adding more to
what isn’t
than to what is,
forcing a wry
smile from my face
as I daydream of
their mortality

Every now and again
I think to shatter the
but to what end?
Can the bones of time ever
truly be broken?

Can the timeless be
taught my pain?
Can the future forgive
the past?

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)


Sunday Again

Posted: March 8, 2015 in Collaborative Poetry, Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

Let’s dance in the rancid rain,
the memories of what happened
when she left that day,
and waltz upon the mezzanine,
the hollowed ground that
was the only land for me

I know we don’t need the past
in order to be struck by the beauty of stars,
but it takes reasonable amounts of time to forget,
even if time is never reasonable to our wants

It often chides us,
reminding us that it is in the
driver seat,
the lavish control room of
potential for all our desires,
victories and shame

And when we turn back
the clock’s hands
you still don’t freeze, you still don’t dance,
you still don’t stay …

you don’t even remember my name

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

Amorous Tides

Posted: January 25, 2015 in Collaborative Poetry, Poetry
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I’ve been in love
with the future
now that the past
has left me.

What remains of
my heart,
I share
only with the night.

Like the moon
in waning phase,
I am shadowed in darkness,
a pale sliver of luminescence,
longing to become full
with time.

And when I do,
my love,
I will control
the amorous tides
and pull your soul
towards mine.

This a joint poem by myself and Pua Nani.

Make sure to follow her blogs: eroticapoetica and Inner Life of Pua Nani

When Was It?

Posted: March 1, 2014 in Poetry
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When we took on the gravity of the moon?
When our knees went AWOL?
When our heartbeats staccatoed?
When our bodies experienced global warming?
When the Big Bang occurred between our thighs
And we found God?
When we fell out of the Garden?
When we wounded each other
With something worse than sticks and stones?
When we resurrected dead butterflies in the pits of our stomachs?
When our monsters weren’t scared of one another?

When was it that we drank from the same cup of besottment?
When was it (because I don’t know)?

Before I was a hissing cat

After I was a weeping lion

What will I be tomorrow?


Posted: December 22, 2013 in Poetry, Writing
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We were never



We levitated beyond

Those crumbling promises of stone

Like magicians            dancing under the cherry moon

To the howls of some beasts trapped inside a fairy tale


No stars fell into our eyes

No arrows or teeth pierced our skin

No clocks were stopped


We climbed into

An hourglass

To find our hearts

Before misplacing them

Amongst a dune

Sediments composed of

Walls, lines, masks, shrouds

Objects that could never be blown into glass


And yet we blew each other onto

The sands of matrimony

Distancing ourselves from the brewed nebulas of time

So as to swim through the primordial concoctions of intent


Whatever ocean wishes to feast upon our shores

Better not be of this Earth.