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Creating Happiness

Creating Happiness

Happiness is the energy of love;
a gift that each is given;
handed down from God, above;
a hint, we can be forgiven.

Happiness is given to be shared;
it’s not a gift for a miser;
witnessing that God still cared;
a sign of growing wiser.

We

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Looking For Eve

Looking For Eve

I’ve spent my life, looking ahead;
and, looking back, as well;
in another time; earth will be dead;
this vacuous, empty hell.

Some view it; as heaven on earth;
their memory of heaven, faded;
heaven, the garden of perfect birth;
where, to love; all are persuaded.

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The Certainty Of Doubt

The Certainty Of Doubt

Two things in life; we know for certain;
for others; we wait, to find out;
first, is the certainty of life’s final curtain;
the second; the certainty of doubt.

Doubt is the name; given to indecision;
the kingdom where most of us live;
certainty is

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Endurance

Endurance

Words are images for everything thought;
occupying both time and space;
from “ let there be light”, life was brought;
things have their time and place.

Life has been described as only a dream;
created by a living soul;
sometimes life’s pressures are extreme;
blocking success of a goal.

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Love Hurts

Love Hurts

To many; love is all hearts and flowers;
a picnic, where it never rains;
infinite time spent, with a love, for hours;
where no one ever complains.

Such is the love of most people’s dreams;
but, nothing is farther from truth;
true love is not always what

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You Can't Buy History

You Can’t Buy History

No one can ever buy history;
history isn’t for sale;
all of it, is wrapped in mystery;
its reality’s holy grail.

History doesn’t belong to anyone;
a combination of future and past;
unfinished; belonging to everyone;
reality growing; nothing lasts.

History is

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Crying In The Rain

Crying In The Rain

So many things, have come and gone;
there’s no use to complain;
every life sings, its sad, sad, song;
while crying in the rain.

And yet; that’s where my mind goes;
since only my life seems germane;
in the season of death’s ugly

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A Thorn On The Rose

A Thorn On The Rose

Love was the rose in God’s garden;
known, as the creation of life;
love could melt all hearts; that harden;
by marriage of a man and wife;

The bloom on the rose was perfection;
its aroma, exceeded, by its beauty;
the thorn became the

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