MontyCaldwell

The First Mate Of My Soul

I would like to think of myself as a sage;
but a sage, I could never be;
sometimes I struggle, to even engage;
my thoughts are what I see.

Vision is not what we see with our eyes;
all our thoughts are world’s

Trees Of Life

I feel very much like a Sycamore tree;
enduring the winds of Autumn;
planted where God chose me to be;
most of my leaves have fallen.

Leaves of orange and brown; at my feet;
signs of progency yet to come;
where destiny and circumstance meet;
my roots

When Death Has Died

What happened, my love;
where have you gone;
do all futures reside above;
or shall the past live on?

Life is a most perplexing condition;
its ebb and flow; a mystery;
circumstance brings forth attrition;
eternity becomes mere history.

Life is a story; a movie; a

Escaping Destiny

Every life was created for a specific reason;
none are created by chance;
each, destined for its own special season;
destiny is circumstance.

Many believe they’re products of a destiny;
their life isn’t lived by chance;
thinking there’s something that’s meant to be;
no

Loves Unrequited

As my body ages; my thoughts grow young;
I feel love’s passions stirring;
hopelessly in love; I’ve recently become;
my passionate thoughts recurring.

I remember that very first time,
I first looked into her eyes;
I felt the energy of love, sublime;
much to my great

Painting Life

This life that we’re in; is our clean slate;
an empty canvas; upon which we paint;
the path we walk; both narrow and straight;
a realm of freedom; and self-restraint.

All the ground, we see, beneath our feet;
illusions of our thoughts above;
where consciousness and destiny

Left To Lament

The world is floundering; our agony grows;
our silence has become assent;
reaping the whirlwind; a generation, sows;
the righteous are left to lament.

The rich and famous, live like fatted cattle;
paying little or no attention to the masses;
while the war mongers, love to sabre

Kiss Of Dreams

I looked into your eyes of yesterday;
lovers; many lifetimes, ago;
my thoughts slowly became today;
how could a dead love grow?

It was a time, I was seeking tomorrow;
I no longer could stand today;
overflowing in heartache and sorrow.
my love; simply, went on her