Aunt B

She was never the center of attention;
others comfort was what she sought;
as though from another dimension;
it was unconditional love, she brought.

It seemed she was able, to only see good;
only the best in all others, were found;
somehow, it seems, only she understood;
a life will

All Aboard

We’ve all climbed aboard of life’s ride;
going to an undisclosed destination;
there’s little on life’s train, we can decide;
we may only share our own inclination.

Many think destiny has laid out the track;
but, every track has switches, along the way;
once they’re

Evaporating Man

I feel empty in a holiday season;
separated from all of reality;
tho I’m here, I don’t feel a reason;
suffering a loss of normality.

In a room, crowded with emptiness;
a feast that’s lacking sustenance;
longing the warmth of sweet caress;
a vessel, devoid of substance.

Energy Of Love

It was a lifetime ago; or so it seemed;
places and people; no longer here;
a cloudy mist, as tho it’d been dreamed;
its very presence, become austere.

Maintaining an aura of energy sensitivity;
my thoughts became what I feel;
consciousness demonstrated no proclivity;
to separate a dream, from

Energy Of The Soul

The soul has no length, width, or height;
no space limitations, lie within;
if seen; it would appear as a Light;
it’s the seed where a life begins.

It’s a seed of pure righteousness;
as intricate as any flower;
spun from Universal Conciousness
containing limitless power.

Sharing power

Emotions

Emotions are the energies we wear;
they guide our trajectory of being;
whether they be ecstacy or despair;
they determine our capacity for seeing.

Vision is simply a function of thought;
we see what our mind says we see;
though we think we see what we ought;
instead, we see

Fatigue

We all know that our body gets tired;
for that is the body’s role;
it ports us around; until it’s retired;
taking its lead from the soul.

For the soul is the life of the being;
it plays the needed energy roles;
its thoughts, always hearing and seeing;

Potpourri

Those who speak with loudest voice,
often hold secrets inside;
words they use, by careful choice;
for they have something to hide,

All the days of wine and roses;
are spent during nighttime, too;
sometimes their bravest poses;
are ventured when out of view.

Those with the largest pile of

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