On Some Other Day
I played the lead role; in a play, one time;
with others; I was meant to engage;
a make believe replica of reality’s design;
this world is the Master’s stage.
Everyone who enters, is assigned a role;
each, one of us, here for a
On Some Other Day
I played the lead role; in a play, one time;
with others; I was meant to engage;
a make believe replica of reality’s design;
this world is the Master’s stage.
Everyone who enters, is assigned a role;
each, one of us, here for a
Who Am I ?
I’ve began to wonder just who I am;
what is my purpose in reality;
am I a residue of the creation of man;
God’s image of immortality?
Was I created to live; and then die;
was sentience wasted on me;
am I destined to laugh,
An Abstract Of Life
How can I describe what life is about;
it seems a three dimensional picture;
I find myself judging from inside out;
thinking; I’m a permanent fixture.
Am I just a mind; with consciousness;
viewing the wonders of creation;
or, am I an abstract of righteousness;
A Younger Woman
A younger woman, recently caught my eye;
at a time, I felt unloved and lonely;
the passion; I could feel; nearly made me cry;
to her; I was aged and homely.
She was woman of a different generation;
certainly less than half my age;
nevertheless, I felt
In The Nick Of Time
Time always seems to have a hold on me;
directing where and when I can go;
time even decides when I can be free;
within time’s ebb and flow.
Nearly everyone lives by a time table;
it even determines when they sleep;
without time;
The Love Of My Life
When I was young; I was too small;
no girl ever paid any attention;
compared to me; they all seemed tall;
I felt I was in another dimension.
Things changed slowly as I grew older;
I still felt, hopelessly. out of place;
as I grew
Tears Of Evil
What are tears; and why do they flow;
they must serve an important service;
in what manner, do they make us grow;
they always serve a specific purpose.
Tears soak up toxins that reside within;
from the eyes they freely flow out;
removing the energies of hatred
Every Mistake I Made
My life is totally littered with mistakes;
often, my own; sometimes, by others;
frequently attributed to just bad breaks;
some; the tragic loss of lovers.
Many are mistakes; I can never forget;
within the cobwebs of my mind;
there’s just so much I deeply regret;