Surroundings hold pieces of yesterday;
but something’s not quite the same;
while seeking the tomorrows of today;
yesterday’s no longer to blame.
Consciousness is simply all there is;
nothing more may be said or done;
the foundation for every thought is His;
for all energies called life are
Most eyes take in Light;
yet some will never learn;
for tho they see with sight;
they never can discern.
For mind controls all vision;
not all is seen through eyes;
evil conquers thru division;
spreading all his lies.
Thought is the eternal Master;
controlling all we see;
much like
In spite of the landscape I felt so alone;
emptiness embracing my being;
knowing that no one was waiting at home;
all reality seemed to be fleeing.
How could I describe what I was feeling;
no words could suffice to explain.
My body was steady; but my mind, reeling;
reality
What is so special about your face;
that one you’ve chosen to share;
the picture you’ve elected to embrace;
upon which all others stare?
It’s a constant picture of who you are;
you never leave it behind.
From it you’re known, wide and far;
for it
My being’s traversing reality;
traveling a road of existence;
trying to maintain neutrality;
with effort and persistence.
All life seems an ebb and flow;
without a sense of direction.
It is true, I’ve no place to go;
no future has my affection.
Destiny is blowing my sails;
I’
I recall a kiss from a long time ago;
but the feelings around it are gone;
for thoughts include feelings; even tho;
those feelings failed to live on.
How is it such feelings can dissipate;
for, they’ve disappeared in thin air.
Can’t they remain, that I can relate;
I was returning from work late one night;
down a dark, narrow country road.
A cat in the middle, lay dead, in my sight;
his eyes, looking up, simply glowed.
I avoided hitting him; I felt so sad;
poor little kitten; wasn’t meant to be.
His short life had
There are times in life we feel helpless;
when alone with no purpose learned;
and then it appears we are useless;
our future no longer discerned.
With no longer someone who needs me;
I feel much like a unwanted package;
I no more know what I’m meant to be;
