The Flower Blooms

I’m living my life in multiple ways;
beginning first, in thought alone;
then, began growing on Spring days;
from the soil, with earth as home.

My mind dwelt in an energy realm;
the physical Light, became me;
my thoughts remained at the helm;
tho the physical was all you’

The Father's Will

The Master is omnipotent and omniscient;
total control is within His grasp;
the Lord of All is in no way deficient;
no form of rebellion, could last.

His will is nothing, other than perfection;
and, by Him; His will shall become.
He can control and eliminate rejection;
making all of

Sadness Is An Ocean

Sadness is much like an ocean;
a wave of sorrow, mingled with grief;
a constant energy, filled with emotion,
from which there seems no chance of relief.

Appearing in the distance; mere thought,
it quickly envelops all that we be;
transforming us to becoming distraught,
the energy morphs itself into

Round The Bend

I’d been on this path; seemed a long time;
and I’d finally adjusted to the wind;
I felt that this life path surely was mine;
not knowing what lay round the bend.

It hadn’t been easy; a struggle, for sure;
but I thought I was getting someplace;

Serenity

We’ve heard the calm before the storm;
peace that surpasses understanding;
in good conscience, I must forewarn;
even in peace, life’s demanding.

Though storms in life, come and go;
they never stay gone for long.
Through them all, we seem to grow;
and that’s why all storms

Sculptor Of Words

I really can’t say, how it all came about;
somehow, I became a sculptor of words;
voices are troublesome, when they shout;
and poetry is the sculpture of nerds.

They always say if the shoe fits; wear it;
so I slipped those shoes on my feet;
they squeeze my

Passions Mixed

I walked through a store, I used to shop;
I could feel her at my side;
a memory existed; like a photo op;
how could such memory reside?

Little bleeps and blurbs, of memories past;
my present awareness could not escape;
news clips of a lifetime, seemed to just last;

Outpouring Of Love

I write from my feelings, deep within;
intending your sorrows to share;
sometimes, I don’t know where to begin;
wanting to show others, I care.

Strangly enough, such feelings return;
emotions travel in a circular fashion;
from such energies, I’m able to learn;
the Love of God’s

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