Beyond Our Control
We think we’re in control of our life;
in all things, we say and do;
negotiating the flood waters of strife;
all that matters, is our view.
Though few, believe in a destiny;
a purpose for every soul;
God has chosen, what we’re to be;
The Mystery Called Love
Consciousness is thoughts, coming together;
the summation of all our dreams;
an eternal competition; lasting forever;
ebbing and flowing life steams.
Life is an energy, that’s forever flowing;
nothing can long remain still;
love is the passion, that keeps it growing;
for, love is the
Inconceivable Choices
Thoughts of the mind; seem like voices;
taking us to where we must go;
often, suggesting inconceivable choices;
hinting, we’re moving too slow.
Freedom of choice can become confusing;
when our choices are so unlimited;
choice is the difference; winning or losing;
lack of talent makes success
The Sphere Of Influence
Every sphere is a three dimensional circle;
each surface, equidistant from the center;
the earth’s climate is a most difficult hurdle;
earth’s rotation, made Summer and Winter.
This sphere, called earth, has become home;
where all prodigals live for a season;
the sum of
Life Is About Moments
Life isn’t whether we fail or succeed;
failure was never an option;
every life is about purpose and need;
we’re each, a child of adoption.
As we look back upon our lifetime;
failures appear as opponents;
life isn’t physical; it’s only sublime;
Swallowed By Pride
Often we speak of swallowing our pride;
as though it’s a form of food;
but, we’re speaking, of setting egos aside;
it’s much more about our mood.
Pride often has an unquenchable thirst;
nothing ever seems enough;
even the rich, quite often seem cursed;
A Useless Epitaph
Death has come; another life moves on;
useless prose; on a family’s behalf;
a countless lifetime, of memories, gone;
summarized by a useless epitaph.
How can we describe an entire lifetime;
in a few short words, or phrases;
all the memories, those words enshrine;
take, but
Thoughts On Reality
Consciousness is a bizarre form of being;
it doesn’t reside within the brain;
it’s a realm of thought; from the unseen;
it’s sort of reality’s window pane.
With it; our visions reach far and wide;
by taking in illusions of light;
thinking we’
