Life has dealt me a terrible blow;
my lifelong companion is dead;
now I’m left with no place to go;
it should have been my life, instead.
Will I ever be loved again;
and feel that warm embrace;
experience a new romance; begin;
and caress a feminine face?
Grief
…We’re all locked up in the prison of Time;
not what we’ve done; but what we believed.
The past is a co-conspirator to crime;
time was the illusion our mind conceived.
The man was created in the garden of today;
rebellion against God was the crime;
in a
How is it that I could come to grow;
from a seed, planted in the ground;
how, indeed, could I come to know,
my circumstance, all around?
What is awareness; a picture show;
the windshield of my existence;
helping me, know how to grow;
granting me goal persistence?
Awareness turns
…I was planted as Wisdom’s seed;
designed to sprout and bloom;
tempted, by the serpent’s greed;
the garden was creation’s womb;
Weeds overcame the garden above;
and were sent to the kingdom below.
Conspirators, rejecting God’s Love;
were cast out of Eden to grow.
The earth
…Time was never born in the garden;
it never becomes a sprout or flower.
Time never requires a pardon;
for the past, is the present hour.
Time can’t exist in a world of thought;
for there isn’t any limit to being;
everything becomes, all that It ought;
for
Some hunger for righteousness;
as kind and gentle as a flower;
tho others embody spitefulness;
while only longing for power.
We were given freedom; meant to love;
and never intentionally causing duress;
given power and Wisdom from above;
not ever designed that tyrants oppress.
Some seem born of the serpent’
…I learned that my writing is an obsession;
was, so informed, by a dear friend;
and I must tender a sincere confession;
I’ll likely continue it, to life’s end.
I must admit that it’s a sobering thought;
I am simply wasting my life away:
rather than doing
Time is the master of physicality;
both joy and sorrow he’ll bring;
manipulator of all earthly reality;
he sits on his throne as its king.
The obstinate one, stands at the helm;
surveying his vast domain;
for, in this earth, he is king of his realm;
nothing’s outside
