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A New Wind

There’s a new Wind blowing;
the evil wind’s all gone.
Away, havoc is going;
and it’s time evil moves on.

Evil laid waste all around;
his reign of terror descend;
all wickedness is drowned;
and now, his reign is at end.

Its so hard to start all

An Energy

An Energy approaches;
its almost always near;
my territory; it encroaches;
it oft embraces fear.

It brings about all Good;
yet holds a certain dread;
it brings about all that could;
and all that might be said.

An Elixer; a cure for anything;
and all that comes about;
encompasing all;

A Withered Tree

A withered tree is very old;
it wasn’t born that way;
the flower’s petals unfold;
the beginning of decay.

Must we always scorn,
beauty that’s become,
with age, now adorned;
it’s beauty seems undone.

Wisdom comes from age;
true beauty, from inside;
recognized as a sage;

Not What We Thought

Thoughts are perfected communication;
telling someone what another one means;
they never require complex mediation;
thoughts about the facts; just as it seems.

Thoughts are always poignant and pure;
while words often trip and fall;
thoughts can even explain the obscure;
words often say nothing at all.

Thoughts; a mixture

Medical Laughter

Laughter is the best medicine;
or so it has been said;
all others in the cabinet; jettison;
a laugh is a natural med.

Some do question what it will cure;
such thoughts must not lead to pause;
toxic reations are not an allure;
and laughter is never their cause.

I’

Iceburg

I am an iceburg, on an endless ocean;
searching to find warmer water;
life, itself, seems in slow motion;
like sheep, I’m led to a slaughter.

For when I reach the warmth that I seek;
and into that ocean, dissolve;
I, as a being, will cease be unique;
and

Life

Life is the energy of every day;
the Author of the book;
Director of the play;
and all that creation took.

Reality is what you make it;
it’s all within your mind;
and no one else can take it;
it’s by yourself defined.

Created by your very thought;

Infinity

What do we call a straight line;
does it ever have an end;
how, then can we such, define;
if it ends just where it begins?

Could a straight line, a circle be;
it certainly has not an end?
Can someone possibly answer me;
their mathematics to defend?

Does a

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