Till The End Of Time
Tho most don’t know it; time is a king;
the ruler throughout physical nature;
commander and ruler of everything;
others’ titles are mere nomenclature.
Time determines when we awaken;
and when we go to sleep;
it determines when dawn is breaking;
and, how long
What Others Hear
The world is beautiful; as I awaken;
I open my eyes and take a peak;
I often wonder if my view is mistaken;
could everyone’s view be unique.
Does everyone see, what appears to me;
and do others hear, what I hear;
do others have thoughts
Dimension Of Perfection
I feel the fog of fatigue, drifting in;
knowing such thought is a ruse;
the truth of reality still abides, within;
an image of fog is just an excuse.
Fatigue is only a lack of concentration;
it is always within our control;
we all are images of
All Become One
In the beginning was infinite consciousness;
a realm extending above and below;
the energies of love planted righteousness;
life was created to eternally flow.
Thought became words; then flesh came to be;
such was the flow of creation;
images of light; became illusions of reality;
giving life
An Empty Love
I have loved several women in my life;
enough to give up my liberty;
only two, have ever become my wife;
did anyone ever love me?
Love is a rather mysterious blessing;
it’s more often spoken; than felt;
love is a time two souls are caressing;
The Kingdom Unseen
Life isn’t about what people think;
it’s just one of unlimited pages;
those who thirst; are invited to drink;
the wisest, among us, are sages.
We are parts of a great Consciousness;
all seeking to find our way;
truth leads to all righteousness;
tho lies
A Waste Of Time
Everything happens in the essence of time;
at least, that’s what’s been said;
tho time remains in the hands of the divine;
we think we control it; instead.
Time is more precious than silver or gold;
a gem of infinite worth;
time can neither
Madeline, My Madeline
Oh, Madeline, my Madeline;
I know not where you are;
I lost you, nearly a decade ago;
and searched; near and far.
I always return to our empty house;
where bugs and spiders dwell;
missing my artist and loving spouse;
my heaven, transformed to hell.
Now, you’
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