The Best Teacher

The Best Teacher

Many seek out books in order to learn;
for there is knowledge, within;
but much about its author, you can’t discern;
you can’t even know where to begin.

Is the book’s author telling the truth;
or even know what he’s talking about;
do

The Back Of The Class

The Back Of The Class

When young, I was small for my age;
a target for a bullying terrorist;
I sought to hide; rather than engage;
for a fear of becoming embarrassed.

Insecurity was hidden within my being;
I wanted to fit in with the crowd;
preferring, not to be

A Bump In The Road

A Bump In The Road

I was driving down that road less traveled;
til I hit the proverbial bump in the road;
the jolt I received, made reality unraveled;
and my crash added injuries to my load.

Such unexpected bumps add insult to injury;
embarassment suddenly rises to surface;
which

Time's Ebb And Flow

Time’s Ebb And Flow

Time creates life from a single seed;
and light from darkness, as well;
time, causes the wounded to bleed;
for time casts an unending spell.

In its fullness, time’s everything;
nothing comes or goes, without it;
birth to death; and all in between;
in

Those Who've Come Before

Those Who’ve Come Before

To those who’ve come before;
and will come again thereafter;
may your lives not be a chore;
but always be spiced by laughter.

May your life be an unending feast;
from each of its inceptions;
and you be regarded the least;
and maintain the

Sunrise Of Inspiration

Sunrise Of Inspiration

How did it begin; those thought surprises;
life is filled with complications;
but when, exactly, was it, thought arises;
that sunrise of inspiration?

The mind is filled with disjointed thought;
what is it that brings one to the fore?
Nighttime causes a panoply to be wrought;
while

Stuff

Stuff

Why is it I want what others have;
no matter what it might be?
Greed requires some sort of salve;
that all might forever be free.

Nothing, earned or given, will be enough;
tho what I have is sufficient;
our lives can’t be measured, by our stuff;
or

Crop Of Fools

Crop Of Fools

The Master planted life’s seed in reality;
love was to become its principal role;
at the speed of light, it became a duality;
for, the seed was a clone of his soul.

The Master had planted such a seed, before;
though it never met with expectations;

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