The Future …šŸ’–

Where do I go from here?

What do I really hold dear?

Decisions creep up on us from afar

And we always wonder who we really are?

Changing and rearranging everyday

Our moods in fickle alignment

But such allows us refinement!

Follow your heart!

red heart drawed white printer paper on pink surface
Plan Your Future With Your Heart!


Where is the future heading?

We listen to the news

There isĀ  unrest on our planet

We have tears and fears; people lose

Everything they have planned in

They don’t know which way to turn

The simpler things for which we yearn

Seem lost or sped up so fast

We no longer recognize the past

What about the future?


Time, The Final Frontier?

Time, c A concept created by humankind in sync with the planetary solar system in which we live. How is time calculated in other parts of the Universe? In other solar systems?
Time, aĀ concept created by humankind in sync with the planetary solar system in which we live. How is time calculated in other parts of the Universe? In other solar systems?

Time, not Space, could be The Final Frontier. Time is infinite.
Is Time, not Space, The Final Frontier? You may be surprised

As I contemplate History

I realize that “Time” is but a theory

To placate our minds

Based on planetary signs.

The sun rises in the morn,

Descends as night forms.

What becomes of our abstract theory

When we relocate ourselves in Space?

Day and night, Time’s conceptual base,

Would cease to be.

A new tracking system would needs be devised

To organize and plan our lives.

What happens to the earth’s History

When years, centuries, eons in theory

No longer fit the criteria we see.

What if there is no day and night?

What a disturbing, chaotic plight!

But we don’t have to venture to Outer Space

To disrupt synchronicity and face

The moment of Time in our minds.

Time has no end, nor did it begin.

It is infinite, cylindrical, always has been.

Measured to make sense for humankind

In increments that we do not find

Anywhere else in the Universe.

The earth is but a tiny dot

In a mass of infinitly ruled by thought.

No past, no future, no present, no Time,

Only what we create in our minds.

The threads of History start to unravel

As soon as we theorize the concept of Time Travel,

Which exists, has always existed.

Our sense of order has continually resisted

The reality of moving forward or backward in Time

To create alternate HistoriesĀ in alternate realities.

When you create words in your mind

You never know what you will find

Masquerading as Time.

The Time continuum has no Time.

The Final Frontier is infinite in design.

Never ending, never begun.

Past, present, future–History–all one.

Create your words keeping in mind,

We all can travel through the theory of Time.

Deborah A. Bowman Ā© 2015

The Timeless Universe
The Timeless Universe

The Future … Where do we go from here?

Where Are We Headed?
Where Are We Headed?

It is said the past reveals the future

And that history repeats itself.

Do you think that this rash and tired venture

Still holds the promise of direction for self?

Does the world follow the same rules and schemes?

Or has the quick techno/change-o internet

Given us new ideas, goals, and dreams?

We may be seeking a new fulfillment.

Each generation believed they were destined

To be drastically different than their ancestors.

The cycle continued and challenges festered

And many became capitalists and investors.

Now a new modern age is upon us

With computers, insta-gram, and artificial intelligence.

Where will we end up in the hurry and rush

To find the next quick, robotic advancement?

Somehow it seems we’ve taken an unique turn

That will no longer connect us to what we have learned

From the past, our parents, the earth’s history.

Maybe we can no longer envision futuristic imagery.

Good, bad, sad, exciting?

Who knows?

Let’s hope it’s inviting

And not the doom that some would show.

The future is unknown, uncertain…

It will be based on technology in the Universe.

Where do we fit in?

When will it begin?

It’s already set in motion … done!

The future has already begun!

A poem by Deborah A. Bowman