Heartbreak

The heart has been the symbol of love;
for it pumps life through the soul;
designed and created by God above;
making body and energy, whole.

Love; the eternal energy that bonds;
all polarity of mankind;
both male and female energy responds;
and Love is physically defined.

Love is the

Only Forgive

Forgiveness is the greatest act of love;
there’s nothing near to it’s equal;
embodiement of wisdom from above;
to allow each offender; a sequel.

How do we answer the words, “I’m sorry”?
Perhaps, you had best not ask me;
though wishing they’d commit hari-kari;
I’d

Words Softly Spoken

So many people just love to speak out;
they always have something to say;
unfortunately, they don’t say it, but shout;
letting no other’s thoughts in their way.

Words softly spoken; the prelude to Wisdom;
you need not lift up your voice;
much of our thoughts have devolved

And He Barked

I was lying across my bed, sleeping,
sunlight streaming into my room;
something caused me to start weeping;
a strange sound diminished my gloom.

Clearly, came the sound of a barking dog;
it was emanating from outside;
though I understand, my mind was a fog;
my memory of truth did

After The Party's Over

After this party called life is over;
where does this consciousness go?
Is it destined to be under the clover;
or, scattered across new fallen snow?

The body, like your hair that was cut;
is of no more use to you;
and, if someone scoops your body up;
what can

A Broken Mirror

I awakened completely; feeling alive;
being youthful down to the bone.
Later, I questioned, “Would I survive;
a lifetime, while living alone?”

The two parts of my being are disjointed;
the physical is growing old every day;
my energy self has been appointed;
to pick up the slack and pave

A Little Bit Of Me Died

My world  won’t be the same again;
I couldn’t make it so, if I tried;
I wouldn’t know how to make it begin;
for a little bit inside of me died.

My personal book of life’s pages; stripped;
some chapters inside it were gone;
the book

Conducting Reality

The Conductor raised his baton;
his orchestra was reality;
preparing to usher in the dawn;
with a sonata of finality.

He defiantly brought it down;
light accenting the cymbals crash;
the Conductor wore his crown;
the river of life made its splash.

Reality; creating a new beginning;
a separate world

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