The Badge Of Humility

The Badge Of Humility

A smart man, who, when asked, how he was doing;
replied, “Better than I deserve.”
Taking into account, how his wealth was accruing;
I was taken aback by his nerve.

Strangely, I took it as a unique form of boasting;
indicative of a prideful form of

Soul Agenda

Soul Agenda

All souls, created, have a purpose;
seldom does one, know what it is;
it’s usually hidden, neath the surface;
only the Master knows; it’s his.

A Great Artist, creates for a reason;
whether working in marble or oils;
applying mediums, according to season;
to each creator,

Snapshots

Snapshots

Snapshots;  glimpses of reality;
these photographs have no end;
hints of a material duality;
for reality is more of a blend.

A picture has no way to breathe;
you’ll never see it inhale;
energy within us; we cannot conceive;
is hiding behind a veil.

For snapshots display no

Sliding Downhill

Sliding Downhill

I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.

I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I

Snowflakes Of Winter

Snowflakes Of Winter

Snowflakes are beautiful as everyone knows;
metaphors of good from the world of thought;
they cover with beauty, the landscape below;
as an example of what beauty brought.

Snow formed a canopy over the ugliness, below;
frozen tears, falling, to cover the ground;
earth’s evil and

Making My Mark

Making My Mark

It seems as though it gave me a reason;
a purpose in all my life to embark;
so I set out to make success a season;
determined in life to make my mark.

I decided once and for all, let nothing impede;
absolutely nothing was to get

Meeting Of The Minds

Meeting Of The Minds

I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.

For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.

Blue eyes flashed; a

Memories Of The Soul

Memories Of The Soul

My life seems filled with a hopeless regret;
from a reality I’d like to deny;
my good decisions; erased with each sunset;
while my bad ones must never die.

Some decisions, I’ve relived many lifetimes;
and still, they refuse to work out;
I wish

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