Disengaged From Life
I feel such emptiness; I cannot explain;
within the very depth of being;
living without love; I often complain;
my thoughts are of the unseen.
My life, no longer, is all about me;
I feel emotions of others, inside;
often, I feel it’s how death must
Life Without Purpose
Life can become a meandering stream;
much like a traveling circus;
we start out; by following our dream;
then become a life without purpose.
Many lives follow a long circuitous path;
we meet ourselves; coming and going;
division and frustration leads us to laugh;
while, knowledge keeps
Where Fools Have Trod
Life is a most mysterious journey;
with dead ends; along the way;
sometimes, we need an attorney;
to disclose the light of day.
Each life has its very own dead ends;
where darkness guides their path;
none survive without love or friends;
where the demons only
Creations Of The Mind
Many consider the mind like a computer;
due to it’s faculty for calculations;
among its duties; it’s a thought commuter;
when the mind takes its vacations.
The mind creates lifetimes of dreams;
some of them, when wide awake;
thoughts travel; as meandering streams;
constant;
World Without Love
I feel so alone; unbearably sad;
I’ve fallen, below; from above;
loneliness; slowly, driving me mad;
I’m lost in a world without love.
Although passions often run deep;
most involve only lust;
the lack of love; leads me to weep;
love can’t exist; without
Whatever You Want To Be
You can be, whatever you want to be;
or so, a wise man once said;
the choice is yours; you have liberty;
to our dreams; all are wed.
Although many believe in destiny;
others; think it’s not so;
we’re able to choose; who
Planned Obsolescence
In life, nothing is designed to last forever;
our cars simply cannot self-repair;
planned obsolescence is really quite clever;
it’s a part of designs; everywhere.
Inanimate objects can never self-repair;
engines and tires simply wear out;
once, worn out; they became, just there;
a reality;
The Hush Of Loneliness
Life is more complex; when lived alone;
there’s nothing else human around;
the only voice you hear, is your own;
once you’ve left hallowed ground.
Hallowed ground was the womb of birth;
the fountain of life’s creation;
heresy transformed us; to a life
