The Hands of Time

Dark and endless are these cold corridors of loneliness
Always ending in stairways to nowhere
Living under the curse of which wounds cannot be healed
By even the most talented of hands
Time waits for no one yet stands still as stone
So is this battleground of love, ambition, dream and life
With every beat of every heart
A push and pull exists
That rips from souls the true meaning of existence
For the cursed whose brand reminds of morbid cycles
Over and again....
All he seeks to love,to grasp, to hold, to share
Slips through clenched hands desperate to hold
The warmth of life just once again
To share a smile of joy
To look deep into the eyes of inspiration
To open doors of opportunity
And let the light of righteousness
Shine through the darkness of ignorance
Open hearts watch as the present becomes history
History turns into legend
Far beyond the spoken word
Legend fades from the memory of mankind
And the mark of humanity is altogether
Wiped away
By the unforgiving hands of time

Reviews

[Tabby Mac]

I love the depth and heart felt cries in this piece. I love so many lines in this poem..who am I kidding I love whole thing! It reaches to the soul. Time waits for no one but stands still as stone....powerful on so many levels...when I feel lonely this is a great description..
With every beat of every heart
A push and pull exists
That rips from souls the true meaning of existence
This made my heart ache.
The unforgiving hands of time
The message that even time will not forgive exposes a despair not many may know but is relatable.
Well penned emotion and thought!!
This left me pensive,
Tabby

[Mr. Lopez]

The games that people play with each others hearts seem senseless to me. While sincerity and ambition fight in one heart against malice and dishonesty in another the opportunity to create something beautiful fall to the way side. And in the end, when our time of humanity is spent ,these dreams,along side the games will return to dust along side our bones. So what purpose did these games ever serve? It's a sad poem but serves as a reminder of how senseless these games truly are. Thank you for reading and enjoying these lines.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

Mr. Lopez, Embracing one's immortality is not only revealing of the life we have lived but it is humbling.
My own immortality has been the mirror I see as I watch the changing faces and lives of my children, it completes me. You the Artist, Explorer, Traveler, Pioneer, Writer and Profound thinker. You expose all that and more here. Looking back on your life, for some this is a tricky game, how graceful you play it. To it's fullest my friend. This poem is more than most people realize. I have enjoyed the window you briefly opened so the reader could see the things that you embraced as important, what haunts you all to the sound of the tick tock the thing none of us escape. Time. This piece has got me deep in it and summing up my way out of here with grace and a beautiful view all to the rythmn of a tick .. tock.. There is no doubt no one get's out of here alive.

Friends till the End. Sheer Terror

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and true words dear Poet.
"The warmth of life just once again
To share a smile of joy
To look deep into the eyes of inspiration
To open doors of opportunity
And let the light of righteousness
Shine through the darkness of ignorance "
The lines above are true for the most of us. Seeking joy in the valley of sadness. Finding laughter in the hands of chaos. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Lorry]

You understand your subject well, my friend. Each line is flawless in showing the darkness of loneliness and the hope, the wish, to evade it, into the light that once shone, long ago. Those hands of time are unforgiving, with the constant ticking of the clock, letting weeks, months, years slip by, leaving us to wonder how we even managed to get this far without noticing.
I really feel your words, they are sadly all too familiar to me.
Beautifully captured piece.

[Mr. Lopez]

Thank you Nemo. That really means a lot coming from you. I admire you as a writer, a poet and friend.

[Lorry]

Thank you Kindly. Right back atcha :)