The Ethereal Connection 2
Our current life is lived as illusion;
a hologram staging life dreams;
death doesn’t bring life’s conclusion;
physicality, is only light streams.
Every soul is connected to the Master;
in a conversation, we call a prayer;
turning to God; at the first sign of
Who Will Comfort The Lonely?
Many eventually will reside in solitude;
especially, when later in years;
some,living alone, and eating dog food;
drinking to drown their tears.
Some have money; although not a lot;
many of them, live day-to-day;
some would be considered a have-not;
they
Useless Is; As Useless Does
As I’ve grown old; I’ve become insignificant;
I’’m not the man; I once was;
no longer feeling like a full time participant;
useless is; as useless does.
If I were able; I would drop to my knees;
praying to the Father, above;
Transcendence
It seems like more than a lifetime ago;
there was a world that used to be;
a land covered by grass and then snow;
and, all that the eye could see.
That world is now become the past;
a new one; superimposed, upon.
Why can’t that old one,
The Summation Of Dreams
Life is the aggregate, summation of dreams;
of what we’re born to be;
droplets of water, in flowing streams;
one of those droplets is me.
Dreams are the manuscripts, all of us write;
the blueprint sketched in our mind;
dreaming of futures; each sleepless night;
I Am An Empath
I am an empath; as I’ve recently learned;
inhaling the feelings of others;
it’s only a gift; it cannot be earned;
a link to all sisters and brothers.
It’s a mysterious energy; most surreal;
whether it be love, or wrath;
the feelings of
The Dog-Eat-Dog World
I awaken in a world of adverse competition;
laced with universal corruption;
the love of God; replaced with ambition;
the image of a volcanic eruption.
Daily, I can feel such pressures within;
feeling the intense pains of age;
sometimes, I don’t know where to
Yesterday’s Memories
I long for a future; made up of the past;
I’ve little interest in tomorrow;
past memories; are all that will last;
when joy exceeded sorrow.
Those memories of past, have no rival;
slowly fading, as I grow old;
I need those thoughts for survival;
those
