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Limitless

Love is the never ending poem;
created in seven days;
the ultimate, boundless energy ocean
coming in unending waves.

It brings in all hope for tomorrow;
while encompassing joyful todays;
yet, blends in unspeakable sorrow;
to highlight love’s ultimate displays.

It’s never surrounded by fences;
it blows like

Lies, Lies, Lies

There’s little more toxic than telling a lie;
it’s a form of reality reversal;
saying goodnight; when you mean goodbye;
like the demons conducting rehearsal.

A promise made with love’s syrupy tone;
by one who’s the world to you;
never thinking you’ll be left all

Living

Hardship is always on the menu;
tragedy is often it’s name;
reality, itself, is the venue;
and destiny gets the blame.

Karma is oft a name that’s used;
to stand in destiny’s place;
a willing, deserving victim, accused;
to receive an unwarranted disgrace.

Sometimes there is no

"I Choose Life"

The woman stood in a terrible place;
she was carrying her rapist’s child;
filled with anger, hurt, and disgrace;
to be a mother for one so reviled.

The baby inside her was a little girl;
whose father was a rapist and worse;
the woman’s mind was in a

Plant Love

I’m just a man with a garden,
and bags full of seeds nearby;
my misdeeds require a pardon;
bringing offerings to reply.

I’d fill my garden with edibles;
then I’d grow something to eat;
planting all kinds of vegetables;
including some that are sweet.

Nothing to fill

Energy's Self Construction

Why is it we look the way that we do;
who’s the artist who made us our face;
that one which tells that this is you;
that one which all mirrors embrace?

God created us each as an energy soul;
perfect replicas of His energy being;
but, we, ourselves

Evil

Can we differentiate right from wrong;
separate the good from the bad?
We do our best to just get along;
and separate happy from sad.

Emotions and feelings are storms;
meant to be endured;
thus our characters reformed;
for our future to be insured.

What is evil in God’s

Everything

Who turned out the light of my life;
exited from it’s stage;
who removed my loving wife;
and turned another life’s page?

Who brought down the stage curtain;
brought about the end to our song;
what about the future is certain;
and how can I just play along?

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