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Successful Failure

There’s so much in life I can’t see;
it seems as though I can’t win.
Must failure be part of my destiny;
am I finished, before I begin?

Failure is the great teacher of life;
perhaps that’s what I’m to be;
if you doubt it;

Hate's Vocabulary

Words; windblown expressions of thought;
thoughts that are transformed to sound;
they don’t always say what they ought;
yet, they affect all the people, around.

Words had their beginning as simple tools;
communication of reality; their design;
thoughts, themselves, converted to jewels;
expressing majesty and beauty, devine.

All fashioned

Circularity

Life is not a linear function;
it is not from beginning to end;
it can’t be halted by injunction;
as raindrops, it will always descend.

All life began as thoughts on the mind;
that Universal Consciousness had within;
each particle a replica of the same kind;
from the One

Word Becomes Flesh

What is meant by, “Word becomes flesh,”
as a Bible verse claims truth to be?
It means one reality, takes another one’s place;
and an energy became flesh you could see.

Every word spoken was authored by thought;
for thought, alone, spoke reality to be;
and, when to fruition,

Creating Infinity

It requires time to cross the street;
a place where two factors converge;
signaling where time and distance meet;
infinity;  where time and space merge.

We’re assuming, there’s a street to cross;
and a timepiece just ticking away;
time and space seem to be our boss;
yet our

New Dawn

It’s morning; the break of dawn;
eraser of all the past’s mistakes;
time for all of life to move on;
as, once again, a new dawn breaks.

Pry fingers off, all remnants of past;
we weren’t meant to always hold on;
sadness nor mistakes; not meant to

Alone

Most understand love and deep devotion;
it’s what we seem to live for;
but loneliness substitutes toxic emotion;
and poisonous thoughts we abhor.

We covet companionship; share each feeling;
to share our thoughts, one and all.
But loneliness energies send us reeling;
converting our walk to a crawl.

Why

Why Must It Hurt?

Why must it hurt;
why must it rain;
why do bees sting;
and people complain?

What’s it about life;
requiring correction;
why do we gravitate,
towards insurrection?

Why do we steal,
what we don’t own;
and why do we lie;
when all truth is known?

Why turn your

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