Each of us has a separate identity;
as such, we’re all given a gift;
things to which we’ve an affinity;
an ability, those around us to lift.
These gifts to us are really for others;
designed, for us, to others, share;
for the enjoyment of sisters and brothers;
A ghost is a shadowy humanoid mist;
an energy being called the soul;
creating a body; the soul enlists;
making the physical be whole.
Once we see it; we hold our breath;
the ghost may be a lost husband or wife;
though it’s thought as a symbol of death;
Give drink to those who thirst;
for that drink is life, itself;
consider no stranger accursed;
we need look out for all else.
The drink they seek is not water;
it is the knowledge of life to begin;
a drink empowered by the Father;
and they’ll never thirst again.
I’m living within a painting;
its the only place left to hide;
most suitable for framing;
with my soul residing inside.
It’s a most beautiful landscape;
a place where I’d love to be;
but now, it’s just an escape;
where I no longer have to be
We must always forget the past;
that’s where all the garbage goes;
none of it’s meant to last;
like the snot on the end of your nose.
We take pictures so we’ll remember,
events from a long time ago;
but thoughts from a forgotten September,
are irrelevant
When I was a child; I spoke as such;
and my life was all about play.
Now I’m a man; resisting God’s touch;
while facing a brand new day.
Faced with a kingdom; blown all apart;
love is needed; this world, to repair;
each occupant mending a broken
We are, each of us, reality actors,
playing our roles on a stage;
coming to terms with all factors,
interchanging energies to engage.
Energies of thought created all;
devised by light force projection;
but, much of it we don’t recall;
so deep is this world’s deception.
Twenty years
…I felt my internal makeup, changing;
something happened I can’t explain;
thoughts of my soul; rearranging;
like being pelted by falling rain.
This “rain” was not even wet;
an energy; I don’t understand;
a higher realm of energy; beget;
adhering to Love’s demand.
I’d always felt
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