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A Foundry Called Time

A Foundry Called Time

Whenever we speak about creation;
we say, it’s in the essence of time;
time; the foundry of life’s foundation;
all of it; from the sublime.

From Consciousness; came everything;
all that was destined to be;
servants; to love; and serve their king;
the perfect

Prisoners Of Failure

Prisoners Of Failure

Most spend their lives in search of success;
whatever they deem it to be;
it seems each failure, only leads to duress;
from which; they’ll never be free.

Although the body may still remain free;
there’s a bondage of another kind;
in order that people

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

I often dream of the future or past;
sometimes; both together;
I dream of a love; destined to last;
souls joined forever.

In this life; we’re generations, apart;
tho I feel love in her eyes;
I sense we share the same heart;
her love; held in disguise.

Prisoner Of Life

Prisoner Of Life

What happened to the love I once knew;
love seemed to just fill the air;
breathing in love; I blossomed and grew;
knowing there’s one to care.

For a lifetime, I had someone to love;
and someone, I felt, loved me;
now my soul longs to

Living To Die

Living To Die

Life is a journey of ultimate purpose;
we live; that we might change;
sometimes it seems a veritable circus;
as our energies rearrange.

It feels as though this is our only life;
our time to laugh and cry;
a time to choose a husband or wife;
we

A Crown Of Thorns

A Crown Of Thorns

What crown would befit the king of kings;
you would think it be one full of jewels;
but, what is the image such a crown brings;
impressing the most audacious fools.

The crown is a symbol of complete authority;
to which; all must bow or kneel;

The Significance Of Irrelevance

The Significance Of Irrelevance

I feel as tho I’m wasting my time;
as if mere words are eloquent;
leaving reality; into the sublime;
daily becoming irrelevant.

Nothing I’m saying; hasn’t been said;
my words are mere repetition;
thoughts are images; soon to be dead;
the future is

A Lonely Place To Die

A Lonely Place To Die

I was driving the country back roads;
in a hurry; on my way into town;
my thoughts carried an emotional load;
as the road suddenly dipped down.

The road reached the valley below;
crossing a bridge; over a stream;
I recalled a tragedy; a few

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