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Only The Good Die Young

Only The Good Die Young

Are we born with a purpose or destiny;
allowing what we’re to become;
does each have their own life expectancy;
or, do only the good die young?

There are none good; not even one;
or so, the Master has said;
leaving no one good

The Flirt

The Flirt

He’s loving and kind; somewhat loquacious;
some even claim he talks too much;
when speaking to ladies, he becomes flirtatious;
false modesty becomes his crutch.

Many have noticed he becomes self-critical;
but that just adds to his appeal;
others have observed; he’s quietly analytical;
only saying

Lusting For Love

Lusting For Love

Lust is a longing for something we desire;
something we can’t do without;
lust is intense; like a consuming fire;
you might even call it devout.

Love is a permanent eternal connection;
an energy drawing two souls together;
marriage is beyond any mere affection;
a coupling,

Blessed By Failure

Blessed By Failure

Most of us dream of a life of success;
enjoying the fruits of our labor;
we seldom anticipate times of duress;
dreaming to live in God’s favor.

We live, as though, this is all there is;
we have but one bite of the apple;
tho the

The Impertinence Of Time

The Impertinence Of Time

How can such arrogance long survive;
when life only exists in the sublime;
how can we keep such irrelevance alive;
such as, the impertinence of time.

Time honestly believes he’s the king;
standing above the affairs of man;
keeping a close watch over everything;
pretending

The Weight Of The World

The Weight Of The World

As I grow old; I sense a transition;
a deeper connection above;
it’s not unusual; a natural condition;
a deeper link to God’s love.

Everything living is interconnected;
part of a universal consciousness;
all must die; to become resurrected;
growth leads to righteousness.

The Devil Within

The Devil Within

There is a great evil among us;
attempting to conquer and win;
with a tireless will to become us;
for he is the devil within.

We are keenly aware that he exists;
tho his whispers; we barely hear;
an annoying mosquito; he persists;
me thinking he’s

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