Staring At Reality’s Face
I respectfully stared out on the horizon;
thinking about two centuries ago;
upon a land once covered with bison;
slaughtered; with no place to go.
I glanced at some woodlands nearby;
spotting a robin’s nest in a tree;
watching an eagle, take wing and
To Serve Others
This world has become a kingdom of takers;
most of them think they’re entitled;
others, now rich, become movers and shakers;
their arrogance, has become unriveled.
Good neighbors have become in short supply;
at a time; when so many are in need;
even honest people, are
Destined To Roam
I could see my destiny looming straight ahead;
where opportunity and determination meet;
but devastating failure was my destiny, instead;
corporate greed assured my defeat.
This life is a labyrinth of greed and corruption;
my youthful eyes simply failed to see;
circumstance had scheduled my life interruption;
Yesterday’s Child
It’s been said, that time heals every wound;
but time wounds every heal; as well;
from the time; life crawls from the womb;
we’re in an illusion called hell.
I began my life a few generations, ago;
in a kingdom, where I’d been exiled;
Yesterday’s Child
It’s been said, that time heals every wound;
but time wounds every heal; as well;
from the time; life crawls from the womb;
we’re in an illusion called hell.
I began my life a few generations, ago;
in a kingdom, where I’d been exiled;
God’s Command
God is behind all our good deeds;
we’re merely his hands and feet;
God is the provider of all our needs;
He’s where love and reality meet.
God is the consumate lord of duty;
leaving no stone unturned;
creation testifies to love’s beauty;
giving
Who I Am !
I am a caterpillar; holed up in my coccoon;
stepped on; by an angry foe;
sometimes I long to return to the womb;
for I’m lonely; with no place to go.
I’m the eagle, majestically taking wing;
ready to soar high above;
envying the robin;
Pictures With Sound
Words are pictures to express thought;
gently pushed by a prevailing wind;
conflicting winds allow them to talk;
words dominion has no end.
Thoughts generate words to make reality;
light makes it all be complete;
creation fashions a most complex plurality;
consciousness makes it unique.
Thoughts are
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