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Perfection

It’s so curious to me that to think what we ought;
no matter where we find our body confined;
God speaks to us, in a language called thought;
he communicates all, straight to our mind.

Like fishes, we’re swimming in a consciousness ocean;
granted powers and freedom from

Perchance To Dream

What is it that prompts me to dream;
what triggers make it seem devout?
What is it that causes something to seem,
to be something worth dreaming about?

We usually think dreams begin from within;
deep thoughts lingering on the mind;
but I doubt that’s where most dreams begin;

Peace

Peace is not merely an absence of war;
serenity may be a better name;
though an armistice is what some look for;
tranquility is much better to claim.

Peace is not simply an end to a fight;
it’s a life lived with deep love within;
with never a war

The Flowers Among The Weeds

In the midst of the weeds at the end of my yard;
was a large yellow clump of flowers;
their brilliant color just seemed to bombard,
all the weeds with bright yellow showers.

I didn’t quite know just what they were;
but beautiful was certainly their name;
and all

Flowers Floating Downstream

I gazed at a stream that gently flowed by;
a wildflower, floating atop it’s surface;
prompting me to consider reasons why;
the reasons for life; it’s deeper purpose.

From where did that wildflower come;
and how did it catch my eye?
It’s existance in this life, nearly

Spores Of Love

All truth is best expressed in thought;
for thoughts can't be erased or changed;
if we could read them, we'd know what ought;
but, turned into words, they're rearranged.

Thoughts are idly, floating free in the air;
there's no way they can be disguised;
pushed by a breeze; words blow

A Man In A Raincoat

I feel like a man in a raincoat;
only my naked soul, inside;
guarded by a drawbridge and moat;
feeling I’ve something to hide.

Unapproachable; guarded from others;
feelings not wanting to share;
guarding myself from all lovers;
not believing there’s someone to care.

My raincoat has served

Why Doth Beauty Cry?

Why is it that beauty doth cry;
for tears cannot erase sorrow;
and life too soon passes us by;
as the future becomes tomorrow.

But the morrow brings life anew;
new beginnings birth new love;
through such a process we grew;
and ascended to new life above.

Emotions and feelings

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