Reality...a step away
We think that we live in a physical world;
living from day to day;
eternity is made up of thoughts, unfurled;
reality… a step away.
We’ve become invested in this life dream;
thinking it will always be;
but, life isn’t at all what it
Victory Is Only A Season
We often scream and shout over victory;
though not understanding the reason;
we think it’s what life always must be;
but, victory is only a season.
For there is a time to laugh and shout;
but there is also a time to cry;
there
Sacrificial Lambs
Where are the victims; in victimless crime;
perhaps they are hidden inside;
abortion is merely a murder sublime;
just ask those victims who died.
Who whispers thoughts of death as a goal;
what form of evil, could conceive;
only the serpent would murder a soul;
compelling the Master
The Blessings of Worry
Many times; I’ve been told not to worry;
that worry never helps anyone;
the stress, that it brings, causes only fury;
with it, nothing gets done.
In spite of it all; I still worry, too much;
perhaps, worry, itself, has a reason;
could it be,
The True Religion
The greatest mystery is the truth of creation;
how did this reality come to be;
what brought about a complex civilization;
many pray for the eyes to see.
Was life, itself, a mere matter of chance;
did all of this simply evolve;
are we random products of
Tribalism
Life was created as the sum of humanity;
an overwhelming flow of living being;
soon to become a victim of man’s vanity;
thought; the illusion of life unseen.
Consciousness is at the very core of being;
unity held all of life as the sum;
thoughts laid the foundation
The Misfit
I am my own most vociferous critc;
questioning what I do or say;
my mind; like my body; somewhat arthritic;
I’m swimming in arthritic decay.
When I was young; I rarely seemed to fit in;
although, I’m ashamed to admit;
I was extremely short, and exceptionally
The Cold Fingers Of Death
Death is the destiny; we seek to avoid;
tho we know, we’ll go there someday;
when some speak of death; we’re annoyed;
believing death won’t take us away.
When death occurs; the body grows cold;
physicality can no longer remain;
we feel
