Live For The Now

Most of us only live for tomorrow;
all’ dreaming what we’ll become;
often leading to unending sorrow;
long before life is done.

Not a lot of our lives are preplanned;
we usually choose an option available;
one, whose income will satisfy demand;
where future growth is scaleable.

Day to

Tomorrow

What about destiny becoming the past;
I thought destiny was future projection;
but how then can destiny ever last;
does my thinking require correction?

How can today progress to tomorrow;
can tomorrow ever manage to stay?
In such a way, can we dismiss sorrow;
allowing only happiness our way?

What

Purpose

What is most important to think about;
for we have so little time to think;
must we waste it all, groping with doubt;
while reality totters upon the brink?

What describes the world all around;
is it sight, sound or touch?
What is the greatest comparison found;
just right, too

Today Is Forever

Today will last beyond forever;
a day that time stood still;
a perfect day for all endeavor;
what was; becoming what will.

Yesterday is never to be gone;
it will all return, another day;
actors from then will live on;
for the past must never decay.

The future, too; will

Believe In You

Belief is much more than confidence;
it’s not just wishing upon a star;
it has more to do about circumstance;
and understanding what you are.

You couldn’t even lift up your hand;
if you didn’t believe you could;
for you have to first understand;
it only does

Attrition

All life is really a battle of attrition;
all of evil arrayed against Good;
such is, as we deem life’s mission;
and it has always been understood.

The battle is about thought against feel;
for feelings are oft devoid of thought;
and Thought is the only reality that’s

Eden's Gate

I stopped, to linger, at Eden’s gate;
my trepidation, I hide;
for deep within, I still relate;
to the birthplace of man inside.

A garden where life was planted;
and all of us were mere seeds;
place of birth; consciousness granted;
and the Master saw to our needs.

The

A Soliloquy

A kiss is just a kiss;
until that kiss is missed.
A smile is just a frown;
when it’s upside down.

A hug is most confining;
with love within it’s lining.
We all become invective;
until we’re introspective.

Each day, with love, we’re born;
until we

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