Cradle To Grave
All lives are lived, cradle to grave;
none of us can do any more;
our memories are the roads, we pave;
we are the ones keeping score.
No one born, can assess his own life;
our guilt; prohibits, we do;
overwhelmed by heartbreaks and strife;
we hold
Layers Of Sleep
Life is comprised of conscious energy;
involving many dimensions;
its sound waves; a musical symphony;
beyond mere man’s pretensions.
Presented by light illusions in space;
thoughts; becoming a hologram;
heaven is the garden, without a face;
home of the birth of the man.
All lives are
…At The End Of The Rainbow
My life has become a mountain to climb;
a seemingly endless endeavor;
my goals reach well beyond the sublime;
I feel I’ve been climbing forever.
I’m searching for the end of the rainbow;
hoping to find a pot of gold;
more recently;
Voice Of An Angel
Truth and reality are untamed mysteries;
illusions challenge our very being;
generations compile all their histories;
like reckless downhill skiing.
Most live in the illusion of total control;
in search of someone to care;
somewhere there must be a matching soul;
surprised, when no one is
Waves Moving On
Life is the energy of consciousness;
its metaphor is called a river;
an ebb and flow of righteousness;
a perfect gift; the perfect giver.
Life is the ocean of living waters;
it can never die; and be gone;
involving all mothers and fathers;
death is its waves;
Pessimistic Optimist
I usually try to look on the bright side;
to face adversity with a smile;
lately, my optimism has quietly died;
and may remain dead for a while.
I enjoy the sunrise on every dawn;
disappointment rules my night;
I usually try my best to carry on;
while
Pessimistic Optimist
I usually try to look on the bright side;
to face adversity with a smile;
lately, my optimism has quietly died;
and may remain dead for a while.
I enjoy the sunrise on every dawn;
disappointment rules my night;
I usually try my best to carry on;
while
Dimensional Divide
We see life, as though, a movie or a play;
one, in which, we’re living inside;
a consciousness, living, each hour; each day;
until all awareness has died.
All our focus is upon this physical being;
living in a created dimension;
instead; we are light from a
