Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones may break your bones;
but words can never harm you.
Some of these words must find new homes;
over fears, these words can alarm you.

Words are thoughts in camaflauge;
concepts and ideas, wearing a mask
often they seem like a mirage;
until they’ve completed their

The Angelic Rose

A beautiful red bird entered my world;
a flower of a rose wearing wings;
into the world this Cardinal was hurled;
strutting with the trappings of kings.

Why he had come; no one knows;
he had simply come from nowhere;
and Perfection in red took his pose;
and all were

The Beings Of Thought

Thought conceives all reality;
creating all living Words;
converting them to physicality;
creating a world full of birds.

In heaven they’re called angels;
beautiful winged creatures;
some of them were quite baneful;
they all had different features.

The evil ones were called devils;
always up to no good;
they

Tattered Clothes

It wore the stains of dust and dirt;
with age, adding to its wear;
yet, my wardrode, I couldn’t desert;
tho, in much need of repair.

When young, my clothes were fine;
neat, pressed, and in style;
with my energy inside; aligned;
those clothes; gone for a while.

Like

Still Waters

Still waters are considered peacefulness;
becoming relaxed and profound;
thought, a place to be soothed and blessed;
without troubles or stresses around.

But troubles are what this world’s about;
it’s not some kind of peaceful resort;
in this regard, if you have any doubt;
sorrows will cut your

Stage Performances

We spend a lifetime on a stage called earth;
it’s nothing but illusion, to be sure;
deluded, into thinking, it’s the place of birth;
instead it’s where we serve out a tour.

We’ve likely been here, many times before;
tho we’ve forgotten the lessons we

Life's Production

Life is a staged production;
staffed with an excellent cast;
performing; with no interruption;
not intended, forever, to last.

All life is dead men walking;
time gives dates for decay;
tho predators may be stalking;
they won’t disturb life’s play.

Destiny has written the script;
while eternity keeps

A Mystery Called Thought

It seems that most people love a mystery;
we love the puzzles, we’ve bought;
throughout time, through all of history;
we struggled with a puzzle called thought.

It seems a straightforward complexity;
to explain how consciousness works;
instead, it’s become a bane of perplexity;
and many who’ve

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