Though we stood but a few feet apart;
it seemed more, the length of a field;
both shared the same mind and heart;
the truth for us; suddenly revealed.
Separate by the space of uncertainty;
we shyly moved closer together;
two partners destined for eternity;
meant to be lovers forever.
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
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
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
…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
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
…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
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
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