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The Season Of Life And Death

The Season Of Life And Death

We’re the creators of the life we live;
more than you will ever know;
for all evil, we know, God will forgive;
for pain makes the soul grow.

Life was created by conscious thought
physicality was a holographic picture;
from the mind; was

The Face Of God

The Face Of God

We live in a beautiful, mystical kingdom;
that no one on earth understands;
granted, by the Master, unlimited freedom;
“Love thy neighbor” he commands.

This kingdom consists of magnificent scenes;
travel has become a favorite vacation;
this entire kingdom is a planet of dreams;
on every

Kingdom Of Consequence

Kingdom Of Consequence

If only I could turn back the pages;
revisit my former time;
armed with the wisdom of the ages;
becoming love sublime,

If I’d only seen, then; what I see now;
my life could have been grand;
to life’s temptations; I’d never bow;
for

Tomorrow Becomes Yesterday

Tomorrow Becomes Yesterday

I’ve lived many lives combined into one;
watching each day; become night;
yesterday’s gone; a new day’s begun;
I feel I’m drawn toward the light.

So many days have come; then passed;
wondering what I’ve done wrong;
how can I make this

A Mood Called Love

A Mood Called Love

A mood is simply a season of thought;
from sunrise; until sundown;
within the soul every mood is wrought;
even the serious; becomes the clown.

Our thoughts shape what we become;
some even think they’re the smartest;
all our divisions shall soon succumb;
we are

The Renaissance Of Man

The Renaissance Of Man

It’s a funny expression: falling asleep;
as thou sleep is a place on the floor;
and, why do some pray: my soul to keep;
is the Master listening; behind the door?

All exist in one eternal connection;
none of us are ever truly alone;
earth

A Time To Dream

A Time To Dream

There’s a time and place for everything;
at least that’s what Solomon said;
perhaps, it means there’s a time to dream;
whether awake; or in bed.

We understand that most dream in their sleep;
but, more than a few; dream while awake;
whether

The Masked Man

The Masked Man

I’m now confined to sleep with a mask;
and no; I’m not a super hero;
extreme sleep apnea has forced this task;
sleep comfort; dropped to zero.

Sleep used to be my means of relaxing;
looking forward to closing my eyes;
this mask makes my

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