If I could only roll back the tides of time;
before all those mistakes I’ve made;
perhaps, I could experience love, sublime;
instead of becoming reality, decayed.
Does time actually have an ebb and flow;
does it speed up and slow down?
Does it have a special place to
How can reality be erased,
simply by the passage of time?
Can feelings we have, be defaced,
eroded into decline?
Erosion may wear away layers of land;
water can desolve physical matter;
are thoughts subject to erosion’s command;
and love becomes a victim to shatter?
Is energy diminished in
…I hereby direct this message to you;
more than anyone else on my mind;
for you, the presence of life, imbue;
and so I say, “Life, be kind.”
For you are the one I see every day;
in every facet of your being;
we interact in most every way;
reality,
It’s often said, “I just want to be friends;”
a conversation stopper, for sure.
It’s where a one sided love ends;
but such a friendship never endures.
Most seem to think that opposites attract;
that polarity will draw them together;
yet, many find, their opposites attack;
and feel
At times when I’m lonely; wanting to cry;
virtually at the limit of what I can stand;
God most obligingly sends someone by;
someone, metaphorically, to hold my hand.
Not much is required to bring me down;
emotions, quite fragile, when alone;
sadness often can cause us to drown;
Let all of my words be Love;
an audible energy rainbow;
showered from the heavens above;
cascading, where needed to go.
May they carry the scent of a rose;
with the commoness of the grasses;
with all compassion propose;
raining love as each day passes.
May they spread the emotion
…It is the fuel that runs the steam engine of thought;
the consciousness that said, “Let there be light!”
It is inhaled mentally; not just taught;
Like the sun, it can make this world bright.
Its understanding and power bring on destruction;
wreaking havoc on all within sight;
and yet,
Like every journey, it began with thought;
nowhere else did it even exist;
creating for ourselves all things that ought;
from which all creations persist.
The term “journey” implies we travel;
but, where in our minds can we go;
reality’s truths begin to unravel;
when we realize that it
