The Irrelevance of Suicide
Some aspire to take their own life;
because they live in despair;
the truth of it all; cuts like a knife;
in death; the soul is still there.
None can avoid the winds and the rain;
they each have a unique cycle;
all which has passed;
The Essence Of Glory
Life comes in all shapes, colors, and sizes;
the Artist’s palette is without peer;
perfection is beauty; masked in disguises;
like a kingdom, shaped as a sphere.
Life is the pinnacle of all of creation;
made in the image of God above;
death; the prelude
A Soul And His Shadow
The soul of a man once walked in the light;
followed closely by a shadow;
challenged by darkness of an endless night;
his soul, above; his body, below.
The man had been taught right from wrong;
all around him, was sin and violence;
lacking courage;
The Universal Soul
We currently live in a world of division;
no two are exactly alike;
an essential season of creation’s precision;
separate as day is to night.
Beginning as a universal Consciousness;
from one energy; all became;
its perfection; based upon righteousness;
division led it to shame.
Consciousness
…Condemned To Live
I’ve lived many lives; rolled into one;
seeking God’s purpose for me;
growth is about our path to become;
all roads lead to our destiny.
Life is the blend of sunshine and rain;
with seasons to laugh and to cry;
proving that failures often bring
Omnipresent
Many pray to a god, far away;
they simply don’t understand;
he remains with us, in the fray;
he never yields his command.
We look upon him; as tho outside;
but he still remains within;
there’s no place left we can hide;
he watches our every sin.
Puppet Kingdom
I live in a kingdom that’s out of control;
in an elliptical orbit around the sun;
the universe is a metaphor of the soul;
reality is a consciousness; become.
This is a kingdom; created out of light;
an illusion of heaven’s perfection;
thoughts converted to sounds
Selective Memories
Do our thoughts have a mind of their own;
is our conscience, indeed, our guide;
do we have thoughts; for which we atone;
where do our memories reside?
Who is in charge of what we remember;
who makes out our grocery list;
or recalls memories from last December;
