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Transmit Only Love

Transmit Only Love

Even when silent; we still communicate;
our thoughts have their own voices;
with those around us; we always relate;
expressions convey thoughts choices.

Subliminal messages; we often transmit;
even though, we do so, unaware;
as meaningful as the words we submit;
they tell others that we care.

Snowflake Out Of Season

Snowflake Out Of Season

I feel like a lonely snowflake;
drifting alone; without a reason;
lingering over my every mistake;
a snowflake, out of season.

Snowflakes fall from high atmostphere;
living water frozen by the cold;
in the dread of winter they often appear;
I’m a snowflake; growing old.

God's Fingerprint

God’s Fingerprint

Ideas or concepts are specialized thought;
pathways to a deeper understanding;
not from within; from the Master, brought;
subtly whispered; not commanding.

We think we conceived from within our mind;
but they come from a higher power;
the planting of seeds, by the Master; designed;
allowing all

I Still Live On

I Still Live On

I’m sitting alone in a restaurant;
been here many times before;
I am reality’s storied white elephant;
returning for another encore.

I am wallpaper;  I want to blend in;
I only want to see; not be seen;
I’ve lived before; and now live

Government Of Ants

Government Of Ants

A government is a monolith of powers;
immovable, implacable; without a soul;
a weed in the garden, chocking the flowers;
pure power becomes its primary role.

A noble faction once fashioned its birth;
planning it, to replace a tyrant king;
its never ending tentacles covered the earth;

Snowflakes Of Life

Snowflakes Of Life

Life, like snowflakes, is beautiful and fragile;
literally floating into being from above;
birthed by emotions, and a mind, most agile;
for both were created a product of love.

Snowflakes are born in a special season;
conditions must be right, for their birth;
circumstance comes together for

Enigma Of Free Will

Enigma Of Free Will

We think since, in freedom, we are designed;
the Master allows our minds to run free.
Do we have any doubt, at all, in our mind;
we become whatever he meant us to be?

We’ve all rebelled; as children tend to do;
freedom’s the

Empty

Empty

I recall events from a far distant past;
when life was just convening
totally believing this life would last;
filled with a sense of meaning.

I had entered life’s stadium; its venue;
a crowd had been ushered in;
this world presented an unlimited menu;
a grandiose way to

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