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Who Can I Blame ?

Who Can I Blame ?

I’ve lived a life; littered with mistakes;
a wrong turn, both here and there;
but I’ve come to expect destiny’s breaks;
believing that no one will care.

How can I erase errant words or deeds;
all that’s been done in my name?

The Post God Era

The Post God Era

When I was young, it was very different;
most, believed in a supreme being;
as time passed; the world became dissident;
God’s influence, became more fleeting.

One then declared that God was dead;
a scientist; puffed up with pride;
his arrogance; stood in truth’s

Will I See Love Again

Will I See Love Again ?

My mind experiences constant turbulance;
like a wet dog; lost in the rain;
continually a victim of circumstance;
will I ever see love again?

I sense my thoughts going hither and yon;
with my feet, planted firmly in place;
others, around me; must feel put

Weakness Is Strength

Weakness Is Strength

When I am weak; then I am strong;
at least, that’s what I was told;
I didn’t understand; but went along;
and now I am growing old.

It sounded much like mere double talk;
it seemed a cliché; for certain;
like: talking the talk; and

When Time Draws Near

When Time Draws Near

The great conductor, in creation, is time;
conducting life’s ebb and flow;
a form of energy; an atom of the devine;
taking us where we need go.

When we are born he comes into sight;
annointing each new baby born;
providing silence throughout the night;

Something To Say

Something To Say

Everyone has a significant purpose;
for strangers that come our way;
we often conceal it, beneath the surface;
but, everyone has something to say.

Sometimes, we say it all with a smile;
our words may seem insignificent;
getting the hopeless to laugh for a while;
a treasure;

We Who Know So Little

We Who Know So Little

Wisdom is the most valuable energy;
more precious than silver or gold;
knowledge combines to form  a synergy;
and make limitless power unfold.

Man considers himself particularly wise;
creating his self driving cars;
the Master laughs out loud from the skies;
for, God created the

Touch Of Love

Touch Of Love

When all alone, we try to make friends;
eveyone needs someone to talk to;
a shadowy mist, often, subtly descends;
many, are married; and won’t do.

I often shop when there’s nothing to buy;
since, I already have what I need;
I returned to my

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