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
Lives I’ve Lived
I feel as though I’ve been here before;
an actor, playing many a role;
now, I find myself, here, once more;
such is the life of each soul.
This kingdom is my temporary home;
living through multiple seasons;
death took my wife; now, I’m
The Separation Called Death
Eternal life is about coming together;
a love; formed by assimilation;
all lives were created to last forever;
death is a temporal separation.
Consciousness is the seed of eternal life;
spoken in God’s thoughts above;
a soul is comprised of a husband and wife;
exchanging
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
