The Face Of An Angel
I seek one; with the face of an angel;
a passionate love from the past;
she loved me; many decades ago;
her love; not meant to last.
She turned her back; on a love we had;
expecting things to be different;
I’m no longer
Apocalypse
What happened to the world, I knew;
it seems to be fading away;
evil is planning a bloodless coup;
as night, overcomes day;
How is love, overwhelmed by hate;
what about life’s cohesion;
earth has become a helpless estate;
in a world split by division.
Why can we
…The Brink Of Success
Often, I’ve stood on the brink of failure;
finding it difficult, to address;
even more disconcerting for my behavior;
is when on the brink of success.
Success is the pinnacle, we all seek;
a mountain; we choose to climb;
it sets us apart; to become
Remembering Love
I waste my time; recalling the past;
for it holds nothing, for me;
it’s only a memory; that cannot last;
her love wasn’t meant to be.
Every lifetime is made of chapters;
all divided into seasons;
some, become life’s benefactors;
none understand the reasons.
I
…Ripples In The Water
We are the ripples on the river of life;
disturbances of consciousness;
sent to battle with sorrow and strife;
on our journey to righteousness.
Coming in waves; splashing ashore;
we are the modern generation;
many believe; we’ve been here before;
love is life’s foundation.
A Modern Dinosaur
Constant changes make life hard to adjust;
especially as we grow older;
today; there are few things we can trust;
as the world is growing colder.
Many species of life; just can’t take it;
change demands persistence;
new generations, constantly remake it;
some, go out of
Why Do We Cry ?
There are so many questions to ask;
most of them start with “Why?”
To answer all, is too great a task;
to start: “Why do we cry?”
Many things, can cause us to lament;
often, it’s due to frustration;
like when we’re stuck in
The Story Of Grace
Consciousness is the Father of life;
perhaps; the Mother; as well;
the soul consists of husband and wife;
earth is the picture of hell.
Consciousness is the heavenly garden;
from which; all things became;
thoughts created; what love would pardon;
all in the Master’s name.