GOD

Greatness

Why, to greatness, do so many aspire;
it’s a form of chasing an elusive wind;
what is achieved being rich and retire;
when your being, really has no end?

Greatness is never what you think or do;
nor something on which you’ll depend;
greatness isn’t earned;

Thinking Is Seeing

I’ve always heard, “seeing is believing”
and so, I am prone to think;
perhaps, instead; “thinking is conceiving”
for thoughts appear in a wink.

It may well be, that thought is sight;
all conception occurs in the mind;
decision made; before eye sees light;
and reality,

The Windfall Profit

Mysteriously a virus suddenly appears;
not born of nature; but created in a lab.
and, all are told, in a voice so sincere;
save neighbors and yourself, take a jab.

Little effort is made to treat this disease;
it’s all about preventing its occurance;
it only

Time Is On My Side

I often like to procrastinate;
no need to be in a hurry;
allow myself time to debate;
time should not be a worry.

I allow for adequate time to think;
no decision should be rushed;
even when destiny is on its brink;
choices must be

Time Doesn’t March

Happy New Year; or so they say;
it feels just like any other;
Time has brought us another day;
it seems like Yesterday’s brother.

The sun rises; then eventually sets;
we’d be surprised, if it didn’t;
another New Year; time begets;
and, we’

Till The End Of Time

Tho most don’t know it; time is a king;
the ruler throughout physical nature;
commander and ruler of everything;
others’ titles are mere nomenclature.

Time determines when we awaken;
and when we go to sleep;
it determines when dawn is breaking;
and, how long

The Victims

Hardship has always been a season of life;
no one born can escape its throes;
wisdom outlines all reasons for strife;
necessity demands it’s imposed.

Life cannot be measured by material success;
materiality exists, but a season;
the Master insists we all face duress;
love is the

The Verbal Sculptor

Destiny has made me a sculptor of thought;
creating the Master’s messages of love.
But how can a sculptor create what ought;
with words that were crafted above?

How does one choose from the hardest stone,
to carve out an ediface of thought?
Does the Master