WAVES OF OUR TIME
A Journey of Time Begins as a Ripple
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Tom D. Welsh
I write words of life, stories of challenges, adventures, the twists of one’s life and beauty. Join in the never-ending twists of a road. A road left with my footprints, some fading into sunsets, some not still ride the winds of time. Words carry meaning in stories, the voice of lyrics and poetry.
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Two young men, each on their own journey, are ensnared in the web of their regret, grappling with the profound loss and hardship they have caused themselves. Events of centuries past shadow their paths, and mysterious figures dressed in black with blue sash's watch. A lighthouse on a November night casts its light, a beacon in their individual journeys.
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Continuing with a barrage of announcements, our world is filled with too many gaps, too many holes. Things leak when there are holes in them. The nagging drip, drip, drip or a raging waterfall in containers. If these gaps and these holes connect, we could find ourselves lost in a bottomless abyss. This is indisputable and should raise concerns on so many levels. Alternative facts will not suffice, nor will tinfoil hats shield us from their powerful influence. Say what… Why has this not been covered on mainstream news services? They seem to think they have more important things to do these days. The proliferating holes in our environment will soon catch up to us. They are multiplying like rabbits or rats. I bet you don’t understand this… I expected that. Maybe you think I have a hole in my head! There it starts just like that. Holes can disguise themselves. Sneaky things… they can choose other situations to blend in more and attract less attention. Here are some examples - sneaky little things and sometimes quite large ones. breach, burrow, cave, cavity, depression, gash, gorge, hollow, peephole, shaft, vent, notch Definition: A hole is a hollow place in a solid body, thing, or surface. What is not said here is that a hole is nothingness…it is an empty void. Since a spirit, ghost, or apparition is not solid…it cannot have a hole? So, what exactly makes up a hole? Holes are defined as openings or voids in solid structures. However, that definition may not be illuminating. Holes can form through various processes, both natural and artificial. In nature, holes might arise from geological actions, erosion, or the activities of living organisms, such as burrowing animals. Artificial means can include drilling, mining, or even the wear and tear of materials. My first question is: Does the toilet swirling after flushing create a hole? Just asking. Despite the prevalence of holes in our environment, there seems to be no definitive information on our ability to control their formation. This raises intriguing questions: How many holes can manifest in an area? What determines their size and depth? Each factor likely varies depending on the context of the hole, but precise answers remain elusive. The phenomenon of holes invites further exploration and understanding as it intertwines with the natural world and human influence. Wow…we are doomed! Scientific definition of a hole. Hole, cavity, and excavation refer to a hollow place in anything. Hole is the common word for this emptiness…a hole in one’s head. A cavity is the formal or scientific term for a void within a body or substance, through which things can pass in or out. So, this would be a rabbit hole. This cannot be a hole in a cup, as it does not come back; it only ends up on you and is not coming back. So many holes…too many Humans have so many names for holes. Foxholes… a place to hide Black holes…sucking us in…not good Assholes…insert your own words here Hole In The Wall…a dump Hole in the head…which one Potholes…nasty, everyday things in our paths Today, our world is littered with voids—persistent issues and unresolved matters that we create daily. It seems they never truly disappear. They continue to simmer and boil over, too hot to the touch. When we plunge too deeply and too quickly into these metaphorical rabbit holes, we may find ourselves lost, unable to see the light of day. Instead of clarity, we are engulfed in darkness and surrounded by shadows. In darkness and shadows, fear breeds and waits impatiently… a Viper’s venom. The once-clear trail we thought we could follow, much like a trail of popcorn, became invisible, leaving us wandering in a realm of confusion and uncertainty. The Seven Holes One has seven holes Which way do we each face Each hour of each day Our mixture of holes Ones that see, ones that speak Those who hear, others breathe, Watching us in the mirror Each morning, each day To determine who we are Seven portals to absorb The light and darkness of each day Then, to release our spirits To soar or fall To those around us Each day A man entered a bar, sat down, and looked around. He appeared perplexed and increasingly agitated. Finally, the bartender approached him, keeping some distance. “Are you okay? What can I get you?” Still glancing around nervously, the newcomer replied in hushed tones, “What do you recommend will fill my gaping void? Don’t you see it…the void…the hole?” Now, you complete the story.
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Sunrise triumphs over darkness Sunset marks the waning light A display of color that fades away too soon Sunrise wakes with its colorful bluster The artist paints the promise of the day A balance, one could say, one could hope The power of daylight and night’s darkness Light brings forward hope Darkness may breed fear in its shadows One fears less…what one can see I raise my hands wide open to the sky To the gifts of light and rain Each fall, to wash the handcuffed dust From my pathway, my time, my being To lie quiet now, mere dust at my feet Defanged, to trample upon and smile New miles, a horizon stretching before Each day is a joy to cherish As twilight nears, a vision sets me free I rest and renew at sunset Content in the paintings in my day The Fear of Darkness… Which is Ourselves Monsters under the bed, monsters in our heads. We can either immerse ourselves in the chaos of our times or pull the blankets up tight, hoping it will all go away. This remains true today, just as it was in the past, and I expect it will continue to be the same in the future. I have said many times, “I do not understand why we have not blown ourselves up yet!” We keep getting closer and have had the means to do it in mere minutes for decades. The Doomsday Clock represents our collective perception of the impending threat of destruction. As of January 28, 2025, the Doomsday Clock reset at 89 seconds to midnight, the closest it has ever been since 1947. That year, some scientists involved in the Manhattan Project set the clock at 7 minutes to midnight. We have made significant progress toward midnight over the last 78 years. Midnight represents total darkness for all of us, where we no longer must worry about the stock market or the latest clothing trends. To keep pace with modern concerns, the Doomsday Clock now considers factors related to artificial intelligence and climate change in our slow march toward destruction. The good news is that it hasn’t been moving quickly lately, but we are running out of time. In 2020, the hands sat at 100 seconds; in 2023, the hands showed 90 seconds. Now we enter the zone of endless banter about artificial intelligence and climate change. Is there a question of whether we are smart enough to create machines that are more intelligent than ourselves, but cannot solve the endless strife between nations and religions? Almost everyone is out of their mind watching television, foaming at the mouth, and angry about something. Maybe we are on our way to being so out of control and furious that we all have a collective aneurysm, and our heads explode, making all these nuclear weapons a waste of money. Each of us possesses an hourglass filled with the sands of our time. Every grain represents a second that slips away, and no matter how much humanity tries, we cannot turn the hourglass to restart the flow of those grains. Beside our hourglass is our metronome, whose rhythmic pendulum marks the beat of our hearts. Its methodical swing echoes time itself—tick, tick, tick. Our cadence encompasses activities as varied as walking, breathing, blinking, and many more. Time moves only in one direction: forward. Its rhythm cannot be altered. Unfortunately, the weight of our past burdens us as we navigate our days, and it is our responsibility to lighten this load. No amount of wishing or magical solutions can ease it. I am a glass-half-full person. My clock has been close to midnight for years and moves in that direction daily. I am still here and still fighting my demons and dragons. My sword is the light. The Chains of Time The past is the past Distrust and grudges Too often carried forward Blocking paths forward Time only moves one way Forward…always forward The Keeper of Time Does not carry our baggage A burden sometimes we share No guard’s key to unlock The handcuffs that bind Past regrets, past mistakes Each sunrise holds a promise A new day yet to be written Unlock your chains Locks cement us to doomscrolling Their time is past And bathe in the new light Note: In the spring of 2026, I will release my second book, titled The Mailbox. Humanities concepts of light, typically considered good, and darkness, which many consider evil, are structures of this work. The never-ending conflict of good versus evil, angels and demons, with a past that had difficulty separating the two. A tale of two witches’ journey recorded in The Book of Time.
