A Ghost Called The Soul
I’m now living in a world of dreams;
physicality is my current role;
but, everything is not what it seems;
I am a ghost called the soul.
This physical body is but a shell;
destined to perish soon;
the earth is only an image
A Ghost Called The Soul
I’m now living in a world of dreams;
physicality is my current role;
but, everything is not what it seems;
I am a ghost called the soul.
This physical body is but a shell;
destined to perish soon;
the earth is only an image
Living In The Past
I awaken, yet, to another today;
my only focus, is tomorrow;
my past, often seems in my way;
with its troubles and sorrow.
Although I cannot change the past;
that past remains my home;
I keep believing it cannot last;
since it’s made me so
The Indefatigable Will
Fatigue is the great enemy of determination;
whenever there’s a problem to solve;
our will must deal with recurring frustration;
persistence; another name for resolve.
Our will is the core of all that we believe;
the foundation of our every thought;
a fabric of reality every
Cradle To Grave
All lives are lived, cradle to grave;
none of us can do any more;
our memories are the roads, we pave;
we are the ones keeping score.
No one born, can assess his own life;
our guilt; prohibits, we do;
overwhelmed by heartbreaks and strife;
we hold
Layers Of Sleep
Life is comprised of conscious energy;
involving many dimensions;
its sound waves; a musical symphony;
beyond mere man’s pretensions.
Presented by light illusions in space;
thoughts; becoming a hologram;
heaven is the garden, without a face;
home of the birth of the man.
All lives are
…At The End Of The Rainbow
My life has become a mountain to climb;
a seemingly endless endeavor;
my goals reach well beyond the sublime;
I feel I’ve been climbing forever.
I’m searching for the end of the rainbow;
hoping to find a pot of gold;
more recently;
Voice Of An Angel
Truth and reality are untamed mysteries;
illusions challenge our very being;
generations compile all their histories;
like reckless downhill skiing.
Most live in the illusion of total control;
in search of someone to care;
somewhere there must be a matching soul;
surprised, when no one is
Waves Moving On
Life is the energy of consciousness;
its metaphor is called a river;
an ebb and flow of righteousness;
a perfect gift; the perfect giver.
Life is the ocean of living waters;
it can never die; and be gone;
involving all mothers and fathers;
death is its waves;