Humbled
When young; the world was my oyster;
or, at least, so I had thought;
an underachiever; I lived in my cloister;
success was what I sought.
My life became an unfinished painting;
an empty canvas; bearing my name;
the real Artist; was the Lord, reigning;
while; my pride only
Mental Hibernation
The mind conveys to us, thoughts of the soul;
within multiple levels of concentration;
every level of sleep has its own special role;
the strangest of all, is mental hibernation.
There exist a great many levels of sleep;
consciousness has an endless depth;
some naps are light; while
What Could Have Been !
Life is a three dimensional puzzle;
one, without a specific solution;
where truth is confronted by muscle;
and war becomes the conclusion.
Separation began in a kingdom, above;
where a devil challenged his Master;
prodigals; expelled from a kingdom of love;
to experience truth much faster.
My Bittersweet Love
Love came like a wave; a gentle wind;
catching me, suddenly, by surprise;
when in her presence; all sorrows end;
I felt love; coming from her eyes.
Sometimes, two souls are meant to be one;
other times; it’s not meant to be;
within her eyes; became
Prayer Of An Unfaithful Servant
Dear precious, and everlasting Lord,
I reach out to you; in total humility;
as a servant; I should fall on my sword;
my only excuse is growing senility.
Sometimes, I act as an arrogant man;
thinking I’m in total control;
when I’m a
Giving Comfort To The Enemy
Earth is the never ending battleground;
in the war between evil and good;
the mysterious realm of sight and sound;
whose purpose is misunderstood.
We think this realm is life; as a whole;
instead, it’s a cultural war;
hate is waging a battle, for
River Of Troubles
This physical life is a river of troubles;
we are the landscape, it’s shaping;
sometimes it’s calm; then it doubles;
there seems no way of escaping.
Some think we are physical, for eternity;
that heaven is some form of earth;
but, that is not what
A Season Called Loneliness
Life is a book, of infinite, chapters;
played out on a stage of light;
consciousness supplies all the actors;
creating the illusion of sight.
Each chapter of life, has a purpose;
especially, seasons of emptiness;
time allows the reasons to surface;
during the season of loneliness.
