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The Scrooge

The Scrooge

Some people tend to pinch every penny;
claiming to be thrify and smart;
many of those people already had plenty;
everyone was a scrooge, at heart.

No matter what they had; they wanted more;
there was no such thing as too much;
they were the ones who always

The Mark Of The Beast

The Mark Of The Beast

The Master considers the measure of a man;
ranking mankind; greatest to least;
a crown of thorns; was to define the I Am;
who will take the mark of the beast?

In fear of such thoughts; many are driven;
in spite of their good deeds

Kaleidoscope Of Dreams

Kaleidoscope Of Dreams

The rainbow is a hint to the secret of life;
where pure light became separation;
creating a universe to cover the night;
with promises of eternal salvation.

The rainbow is a kaleidoscope of dreams;
a picture; an illusion of reality;
this world is not at all what

Only Love

Only Love

Only love can encourage us to sacrifice;
tho pride can often stand in the way;
only love is able to make us think twice;
since love, nearly always, has its say.

It is only love; that causes us to cry;
sadness has love in its name;
love sheds

I Feel Her Love

I Feel Her Love

Tho I’ve grown old; my soul is on fire;
for my body is merely an empty shell;
energized and warmed, by love’s desire;
I find it amazing my love cannot tell.

When writing of love; she’s on my mind;
although she’ll, likely,

Threshold Of Reality

Threshold Of Reality

I feel on the outside; my mind looking in;
a physical illusion has lost all appeal;
where did this threshold of reality, begin;
consciousness, itself, is surreal.

We believe the womb is the threshold of life;
and the grave is the tomb for death;
perhaps the threshold

Missed Opportunities

Missed Opportunities

Life has extended many an opportunity;
tho many, didn’t work out as planned;
to success; it appeared I had immunity;
as tho I was living a life on demand.

I have often been my own worst enemy;
of mistakes; I’m most keenly aware;
self critique was

Ocean Of Reckoning

Ocean Of Reckoning

I’m swimming in an ocean of yesterday;
today exists as a part of its residue;
yesterday has turned into a new today;
and reality has, again, become new.

Tomorrow is on the horizon, beckoning;
memories; just driftwood, floating;
I live in a season of personal reckoning;

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