The Lonely Soul
I’m the period, at the end of a sentence;
the wallpaper; gone out of style;
my whole life is a study in repentance;
an honest fool; alive for a while.
I’m lonely and quiet; devoid of purpose;
an introvert, extraordinaire;
my feelings, hidden; neath the
A World Without Love
This world has become almost austere;
as darkness descends, from above;
the most predominant energy is fear;
living in a world without love.
Competition is now, the order of the day;
as the world becomes torn apart;
while division continues to gain sway;
we’re each
In The Hands Of God
Consciousness is full of mystery;
there’s magic in the air;
destiny is what’s meant to be;
it’s neither here nor there.
We’re often in search of one to blame;
not accepting mere circumstance;
perhaps, destiny and God, are the same;
maybe
The Struggle For The Soul
We were cast out of the kingdom above;
rebelling against God’s rule;
turning our back on our Master’s love;
becoming the devil’s tool.
Cast out of heaven, into a world, below;
where, for a lifetime, we’d dwell;
tragedy and sorrow would
The Zealots
Some demand you accept their opinion;
believing, they always know best;
the universe; they deem as their dominion;
their wisdom survives every test.
Humility is a weakness; they’ve overcome;
pride is the armor, they wear;
intending to humiliate; before they’re done;
to show, how little they
The Intimate Me
Who am I; that the all others see;
an educated fool; with a degree;
in constant search for my destiny;
I am the ultimate, intimate me.
I was created as a leaf on life’s tree;
deeply limited in what I could see;
my life has become
Structure
A structure is parts; all coming together;
it can be physical; or of the mind;
no single structure can last forever;
change is the Master’s design.
No singularity was created to last;
like a wave; they ebb and flow;
in earthquakes; buildings collapse;
only a polarity can grow.
A Season For Love
Everything has both a time and a place;
and, all things happen for a reason;
a time for success; and a time for disgrace;
all things, have their own season.
Love is a complex, spectacular power;
depending on feelings of mutuality;
seeds of love can blossom
