Ink
In the beginning; a form of Energy;
encompassing all things within;
Consciousness; combining for synergy;
an interaction, to begin.
A particle of Thought was separated;
cast into a realm; his own;
although to the Source; he was related;
he was creating a new world; alone.
Known as a character
…Reality’s Metaphors
Dreams are metaphors of reality;
for true reality is thought, alone;
illusions are the only sensuality;
bodies are only ours, on loan.
A veil separates heaven and earth;
guarded by a flaming sword;
representing both death and birth;
and the place of final reward.
Truths of life
…Retreat
Sometimes when we go on vacation;
we just want to get away;
we don’t wish to travel across the nation;
we just don’t want life in our way.
Our mind, filled with troubles and worry;
we need some inner protection;
so all our thoughts seem to scurry;
Only The Strong Love
It’s oft been said, “Only the strong, survive;”
it holds deeper meaning than most know;
you could be, physically, the strongest, alive;
and, not know how, to make love grow.
Love is a most mystical, eternal power;
its force is required to make us grow;
Observations Of Thoughts
My voice is a note on the musical scale;
my tears, are but droplets of sea;
the truth of reality is behind the veil;
while my body struggles to be.
My hair is the grass that grows on my face;
my ears acquaint me with sound;
my
The Words Of Thought
Thoughts are evidence of truth’s perfection;
for thoughts simply can’t lie;
due to the thoughts of man’s rejection;
man became destined to die.
Words are the weakness in communication;
thoughts are laid out; very specific;
words are thoughts; transformed to precipitation;
unfortuately, becoming
The Power Grid
There’s a grid, or network, transmiting power,
out, and over, a far reaching area;
if it collapses, or goes down, more than an hour;
it could produce mass hysteria.
That power grid, covers the entire nation;
signaling a flaw in our nation’s defenses;
a much
A Walk In The Park
The dawn of a new day, rises with the sun;
my mind is to become a clean slate;
my mind overflows with what I’ve done;
and the changes, I’ve made, too late.
Words that I’ve uttered in innocence;
have devastated ones that
