Aging Process

Aging Process

Getting old is a most objectionable chore;
but time is an incorrigible opponent;
as it quickly flies by, I only want more;
but, time lets me know, I don’t own it.

I don’t ask for much; just to not slow down;
and that wrinkles won’t

A Life Of Failure

A Life Of Failure

Most seek a life full of significance;
success, becoming their goal;
conflicting with One of omniscience;
creator of their eternal soul.

Many let their conscience be their guide;
the success they seek, eludes them;
while lust and pride, remain deep inside;
successful ventures, exclude them.

Others

If The Shoe Fits

If The Shoe Fits

If the shoe fits; you  must wear it;
for it carries you down the road;
if it’s a burden, I can lift; I’ll bear it;
for, we all, were meant for a load.

For, each lives in destiny’s employ;
God has a plan

Imagery

Imagery Of God

All life is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be its name;
its very existence, is hour to hour;
and its beauty, is more of the same.

Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;

I May Not Agree

I May Not Agree

I may not agree with much that you say;
in thoughts, we may be worlds apart;
though you might never pass my way;
I still sense that you have a kind heart.

Intellect is the ability to process information;
each of us have it in some

Fast Forward

Fast Forward

In your mind, fast forward into tomorrow;
to imagine what your future may bring;
bypassing all the tears, and every sorrow;
dream of life’s song, you’re ready to sing.

In our minds, we’ve created that which we’ll be;
the journey, upon which, we’re

Epiphany

Epiphany

Consciousness seems to travel in waves;
like the ocean’s ebb and flow;
seeking whatever it’s awareness craves;
there’s no place it cannot go.

Life is experienced in neverending layers;
each one, a complete world of its own;
many of us, fancy ourselves as its players;
ultimately

Drowning In Thoughts

Drowning In Thoughts

I feel as though constantly taking in water;
though water isn’t even around;
sometimes my mind doesn’t wish to bother;
and, that only silence is found.

Drowning in thoughts of future or past;
without any sense of purpose;
how long can such impressions last;
thoughts

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