Death

Sometimes I just want to disappear;
evaporate into the background;
my feelings brought about by fear;
my low self esteem, surround.

I am invisible as I go down the street;
while in a crowd, I’m a ghost;
people, assembled; where friends meet;
like a big party, without a host.

Creative Infinity

Creation takes place within the mind;
it is where eternity resides;
it’s also where reality’s defined;
and where all the evil hides.

Infinity; in God’s mind, conceived;
held in the palm of his hand;
all of creation, by Love, deceived;
for, that was the Master’s demand.

Beyond Tomorrow

I fast forwarded my life years ahead;
thinking what the future might hold;
past the time that I’d become dead;
seeing new tomorrows unfold.

Highways and byways; much the same;
new faces everywhere I would look;
many people bore their relative’s name;
yet, their lives had begun a

A Vacant Lot

What if life were a vacant lot;
no grasses or trees abound;
a surface made of igneous rock;
and no life within it, found?

Trees and flowers; only a dream;
and birds; mere imagination;
nothing at all; fit reality’s scheme;
for Thought had gone on vacation.

No rivers existed;

A Son Of The Sage

The face I saw in the mirror;
was unfamiliar to me;
and the voice others could hear,
was strange; who could it be?

The book of life; turned movie;
renders photos of us to see;
and it certainly might behoove me;
to believe it’s a picture of me.

In

An Elegy For The Living

I want to pay tribute, while in disguise;
a poem lamenting someone dead;
but since we know that no one dies;
this one’s for the living, instead.

Sometimes we pay grateful praise;
to others when they’re dead;
but, empty words can’t spirits raise;
so tell them; when

A Hill To Die On

Most people like to avoid confrontation;
they consider it not worth their trouble;
mulling thoughts, after much deliberation;
so many issues, can often befuddle.

So, we often decide to just walk away;
most of these issues will never be gone;
and as we’re leaving, we turn back to say:

Circle Of Life

How precious can it ever be;
that marvelous gift of sight;
enabling each of us to see;
a meadow of sheer delight.

The sun nearly blinds the eyes;
to announce a brand new day;
a moon and stars light the skies;
to help us find our way.

Beauty, around us

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