There was a time
not like you might think though
        it wasnt a part of time like you live in
        it was a whole time one in itself
        it had thoughts and feelings
        it had places to be
        it had hurts and wounds
but at some points there were those
lesser things who tried to defy it
        it puts them into their place though
        it can't be defied
        it is not liking to being harsh with them
but it can not be defied
not out of selfish rulings
nor of greed for power
        it has love for lesser things
        it has love for peace
        it has a liking to harmony
but things are not always so for it
there are parts of this time
        parts that have hate in them
        parts that are filled with evil
        parts that are feared by the rest
but these are mere fragments
and do not destroy the rest
        parts are wounded and torn by these though
        parts are darkened and made ugly
        parts that should have been pleasent
this was a time much like our own
a living breathing time
a creature satisfied by goodness and love
though filled mostly with anger and other cruel things
        they were friends once
        they could join together
        they could share things
        they could give to one another
but they were broken apart
so sad it was that breaking
it was the end of the life of that time
this one you think of as yours
though really belong to it will end soon as well
        they all will end soon.

The following takes place in less than the amount of time it took you to read the first word.

9:19.00 PM 6/29/2008
This fragment has stood for as long as it could think
                    (or could not think I would guess)
            it has held its place
with dignity as great as all the rest around it
    though it never knew why it stood there
     (nor could I imagine it would care if it did know, or that it cared that it didnt know)
now it is falling as oblivious as before
        knowing not that it has failed at its task
   though it has labored long to do this
it cares not that it has failed at its last
 at its most dire moment of strain
           it has been overcome by some other destrustive thing more powerful than it
more powerful at destruction than it was at standing strong
            (or than it along with all the others that would be if it knew that)
    it knew not that its task would have been in vain
had the other fragments of matter not been there
          it knew not what they were
    or what it was
        but still for all this time it had stood
 unopposed by all with its great might
          and then it fell at one stroke of the great unknown
  and now it falls
it is nearing the bottom now
  soon its failure will be complete
    though it knows this not
                   and the fragment of matter will soon be trampled
                    soon be tread upon, maybe picked up and thrown away
                    or left to sit useless at the bottom
                    purposeless and hopeless
        If it were that it could have hope
but not that it could
it is emotionless and dead is it not?
just a very pointless piece of matter
in the big scheme of it all
9:19.01 PM 6/29/2008

I am not sure what most people use their blog space here on "E-Bay" for but i will begin mine so, with poetry.