Dreams Of Our Own
Every physical life is more like a dream
throughout this dream, we roam;
sometimes destiny can become extreme;
we all have dreams of our own.
I long for the gift; others have gotten;
one which requires anointment;
the apple of God’s eye; turned rotten;
dreaming
Creating Happiness
Happiness is the energy of love;
a gift that each is given;
handed down from God, above;
a hint, we can be forgiven.
Happiness is given to be shared;
it’s not a gift for a miser;
witnessing that God still cared;
a sign of growing wiser.
We
…Looking For Eve
I’ve spent my life, looking ahead;
and, looking back, as well;
in another time; earth will be dead;
this vacuous, empty hell.
Some view it; as heaven on earth;
their memory of heaven, faded;
heaven, the garden of perfect birth;
where, to love; all are persuaded.
The Certainty Of Doubt
Two things in life; we know for certain;
for others; we wait, to find out;
first, is the certainty of life’s final curtain;
the second; the certainty of doubt.
Doubt is the name; given to indecision;
the kingdom where most of us live;
certainty is
Endurance
Words are images for everything thought;
occupying both time and space;
from “ let there be light”, life was brought;
things have their time and place.
Life has been described as only a dream;
created by a living soul;
sometimes life’s pressures are extreme;
blocking success of a goal.
Love Hurts
To many; love is all hearts and flowers;
a picnic, where it never rains;
infinite time spent, with a love, for hours;
where no one ever complains.
Such is the love of most people’s dreams;
but, nothing is farther from truth;
true love is not always what
You Can’t Buy History
No one can ever buy history;
history isn’t for sale;
all of it, is wrapped in mystery;
its reality’s holy grail.
History doesn’t belong to anyone;
a combination of future and past;
unfinished; belonging to everyone;
reality growing; nothing lasts.
History is
…Crying In The Rain
So many things, have come and gone;
there’s no use to complain;
every life sings, its sad, sad, song;
while crying in the rain.
And yet; that’s where my mind goes;
since only my life seems germane;
in the season of death’s ugly
