A Parallel Kingdom
Earth is the illusion of a parallel kingdom;
a kingdom, mysterious and perverse;
where thoughts are granted limitless freedom;
suspended in a holographic universe;
Earth is so different; than the garden, above;
free to do what we want to do;
many have chosen division, over love;
though,
Amalgamation!
Today is the tomorrow;
I thought would never come;
with happiness and sorrow;
all bundled up as one.
Life becomes amalgamation;
parts, becoming the whole;
becoming love’s foundation;
the nexus of the soul.
Physicality is just a season;
meant to ebb and flow;
all things happen for a
No Longer A Stranger
When we’re young; death seems far away;
far beyond; the child in a manger;
yet; we all know, death will come someday;
tho death, begins life, as a stranger.
Some children seem born with a fear of death;
while others are reckless and oblivious;
but
Scrapbook Of Tears
My mind overflows with memories;
of my life; throughout the years;
time; windblown; like a gentle breeze;
my virtual scrapbook of tears.
Tears celebrate my childhood woes;
it seemed, that I never fit in;
from birth to now; my scrapbook goes;
I felt like a victim of
The Sexual Myth
We live in a realm of physical illusions;
what we are; and who we’re with;
resulting in drawing wrong conclusions;
such as the sexual myth.
Love is often considered sexuality;
assuming they’re both the same;
sex, without love, is just immorality;
as tho, making love
Symbiosis
Life is a most complex multiplicity;
each soul; austere and unique;
a symbiosis of complete synchronicity;
a perfection; beyond critique.
No life is ever all that it seems;
each, making its own choices;
every soul; lives its own dreams;
pandering to a plethora of voices,
Life has become a
…God Draws Near
Thoughts are clouds of life’s apprehension;
drifting through the mind of our soul;
some, more than others, gain our attention;
tho each of them has a unique goal.
Clouds bear the images of all our dreams;
encompassing all hopes and fears;
every life; a mixture of
The Blabbermouth
Some just don’t know when to quit;
even secrets tend to come out;
whatever comes to mind; they tell it;
the consummate blabbermouth.
Rarely are they held in high regard;
nevertheless; we all listen;
whether by phone; or in the backyard;
we’re captives, in their prison.
