We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.
What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as tho time
We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.
What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as tho time
Logic is quickly becoming extinct;
emotions are now taking over;
many would rather emote than think;
their minds don’t get much exposure.
Logic very often has little to say;
for all has been said long before;
it’s hard to explain why he’s that way;
for emotion will
A father loves his daughters and sons;
very different from anyone else;
we’re filled with love for each one;
for they are each a part of ourself.
Anything their actions may amount to;
we’ll not, to anger, be driven;
no matter whatever they ever do;
eventually, they’ll
I’m riding a cloud of tranquility;
peace inhabits my mind;
I’m lacking the verbal agility;
my thoughts, carefully unwind.
The world surrounding is my creation;
there’s no one to blame, but me;
and so, it’s become my obligation;
that others, around me, might see.
When it’
…Wisdom is a sunset seen from afar;
a waterfall, looking up from the bottom;
a mountain peak, yet to be scaled;
the full harvest, from a good planting.
It is the majesty of a distant star;
drawn close by the telescope of hope;
yet pushed back by the distance of
Forgiveness is an energy child;
one I can’t seem to satisfy;
and so I remain, much reviled;
lacking the words to reply.
All of life is a matter of perspective;
strictly from the eye of beholder;
perception of some; strictly invective;
at least, until they’re much older.
Anger
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I feel so empty and all alone;
a balloon with all the air let out;
my home is no longer a home;
and purpose, I’m living without.
What purpose is life’s quest for me?
Reality seemed to divest me of care.
Life is theater, I don’t
I was simply sitting: relaxed in my chair;
suddenly it seemed like reality was faxed;
tho my awareness was found, elsewhere;
I was no longer feeling relaxed.
A bizarre moment; most unsettling;
seemingly exposing another dimension;
much like, with reality, I’d been meddling;
and reality had changed into my