Loves Unrequited
As my body ages; my thoughts grow young;
I feel love’s passions stirring;
hopelessly in love; I’ve recently become;
my passionate thoughts recurring.
I remember that very first time,
I first looked into her eyes;
I felt the energy of love, sublime;
much to my great
Painting Life
This life that we’re in; is our clean slate;
an empty canvas; upon which we paint;
the path we walk; both narrow and straight;
a realm of freedom; and self-restraint.
All the ground, we see, beneath our feet;
illusions of our thoughts above;
where consciousness and destiny
Left To Lament
The world is floundering; our agony grows;
our silence has become assent;
reaping the whirlwind; a generation, sows;
the righteous are left to lament.
The rich and famous, live like fatted cattle;
paying little or no attention to the masses;
while the war mongers, love to sabre
Kiss Of Dreams
I looked into your eyes of yesterday;
lovers; many lifetimes, ago;
my thoughts slowly became today;
how could a dead love grow?
It was a time, I was seeking tomorrow;
I no longer could stand today;
overflowing in heartache and sorrow.
my love; simply, went on her
The Unkindest Cut Of All
What is it that brings thoughts to a boil;
placing our backs against the wall;
what feels like a stab; from sabre or foil;
what’s the unkindest cut of all?
What thrusts from life; cause the most pain;
threatening that evil succeeds;
how can
Growing Pains
I sense a force; within me drive;
leading where I must go;
a sense of purpose; why I’m alive;
to live; all flowers must grow.
I know not what I’m meant to be;
my higher purpose hidden;
the Master’s plans, are mystery;
a knowledge; long
A Stitch In Time!
“A stitch in time; saves nine,”
at least, it’s what we’re told;
in fact; time is rather benign;
except it makes us grow old.
Whatever gave time top billing;
it’s more than time deserves;
time always requires fullfilling;
our purpose, it rarely serves.
A Moment In History
Today is merely a moment in history;
it holds no lasting significance;
although tomorrow remains a mystery;
both are pictures of magnificence.
We look on reality as movie screen;
each day, a marching parade;
often it appears much like a dream;
when, in reality, it’s
