Theft of Time

Ever conceptualize time? Not mathematical, or scientific, just time. What time we receive is objective and relative… it is too short. When we realize what we have…it is gone. We live our lives not alive. We try to make something out of nothing that matters. Our careers, money, power…What are we doing?

Is this life? Is this living? Do we not need fulfillment? Do these thing fulfill?
Time is funny. We blink, aware that we are 28. Blink again 45. Is time a thief?

One could assume so, blame time for our wasted lives. Wasted opportunities. Why not blame ourselves? We could look back on the past, what we know of it. We could see that humans have been around for thousands of years. Life has been present for millions of years. And we are given 80 (if we are lucky) years. That is a blink. If not a blink, a thought of a blink. If that.

We blame and not accept responsibility for our lives. We make and create what is apparent. We live and want what does not matter. We breathe and take for granted the air. We are not seeing the possibilities. We wait for something bigger to come along, instead of interpreting reality… We don’t say what we need to say, because we think, we think we have another day. We think we have it coming to us. Then what?

Is time a thief? I think it is we who steal from time. We take and take…waste and waste. And want more, blaming time for taking the things we want most away. In that sense. It is you and I who are the thieves. Time should not be blamed anymore. Let it be. We need start living. Taking in what has been given to us…For no matter how long we have, we have it and so many don’t.

In these thoughts I ask you questions… I know not all perceive time as I do… perhaps I am jaded… perhaps I am tired… Either way, there are many out there who are stronger than I… who would say time is the bearer and we are the reapers… either way… there are many who say time is a blessing… I would agree with a grain of doubt… sometimes time is funny

Listen to her… please

Gabrielle Bouliane (Austin Poetry Slam)

Gabrielle Bouliane:  July 24, 1966 — January 29, 2010

(video recorded on December 5, 2009)

If only we could listen… truly listen to her… thank you ToBeMe for sharing this… and please I believe everyone should see this… pass the message on, as ToBeMe states…

“do it so that this message rings around the world.”

This was written about her by her family

The lovely and amazing performance poet Gabrielle Bouliane performs for the audience at the Austin Poetry Slam.

This would be her last public performance.

Gabrielle was diagnosed with Stage Four Cancer shortly before this video was filmed. Our dear sister fought hard, but she ended her fight January 29, 2010. She was surrounded by family and friends, and her passing was in a very quiet, peaceful room full of love and affection. She was so brave.

Please share this video with everyone you know. I am sure it would tickle her to no end to have this video get as viral as a video can be. Tell the world.

Bunny up!

Please forgive me

“Please forgive me for all the things I have said”, she spoke softly.

AS she sat there, in front of the old mirror. The mirror which lay against the wall, the wall of the farthest room, hidden from sight of the minds eye.

“Please forgive me for all the things I have done.”

Slowly she trurned, another reflection cast back. Eyes heavy, features strikingly similar to those of her own.

“Please forgive me for all the things I have thought.”

“Please forgive me for all the things I have felt.”

“Please forgive me for all the things I have wished.”

“Please forgive me, because I know you know”

Defeated she fell to the ground… the reflection slowly moved to her… reached to her… and smiled…

“of course I knew, i have always known” the words floated through the air, they existed for only the girl on the floor… broken, defeated, victorious…

She opened her eyes, her mirror, her other, gone…

“I knew”

Forever Before

I remembered a time

A time which did not belong to me

I remembered a place

A place which existed only for me

I heard a prayer

A prayer which parted my lips only decades before

I felt so sure

The knowing I lived with

the knowing I died with

the knowing I created

forever shall be

forever has been

with.

me .

forever.

As I pray once more

it remains

forever before

Barely Understood

Sometimes I think silent thoughts

In a language just barely understood

It is the language of the mind

It is the language of the Soul

It is a language which can not be spoken

A language which can only be shown

It is the language felt in a glance

A language of Love, Purpose, and Knowledge

A true love…

A language in the Mind

It speaks quietly truths unlearned

It grows softly under the veil of silence.

These truths unknown

Spoken eloquently

Peacefully

This voice unheard

This voice unshared

The butterflies are here

They are fluttering…

I hear those silent thoughts again…

They speak of happiness

In a language just barely heard…

If I knew how to describe this smile

I would

In this language

Barely understood

Uninspired

I SHALL BE

STILL AND BREATH

WAIT FOR ETERNITY

WAIT FOR A GLIMPSE

WHAT IS MEANT TO BE

EMPTY FOR WORDS

ALONE

UNFAMILIAR

UNINSPIRED

A BREEZE BLOWS

THE GENTLE WIND

CALM AND STILL

INSPIRED BENEATH THE SUN

AWAKEN

STILL DREAMS TO COME

STILL DREAMS TO COME

I have been feeling strange as of late

almost uninspired, yet the words flow… I know not from where… or for what purpose… they hold something… I know not what… I have been feeling strange