GOD

The Unfinished Poem

Often I’m a poet who talks too much;
perhaps it’s how it’s all designed;
maybe, with reality, I’m out of touch;
with too much to say, on my mind.

I attempt to boldly say what I think;
but, there is too much to

The Ugly Caterpillar

The Master was creator of all living things;
but the caterpillar seems the most ugly;
his appearance was not what beauty brings;
and, no one could say he was cuddly.

To many observers, he was called a worm;
crawling around, appeared his duty;
but, only by death,

The Tyranny Of Memory

Memory is a merciless master;
commanding my rapt attention;
focusing on my every disaster;
while hiding in another dimension.

Memory is never seen; nor heard;
but makes its presence known;
despite seeming somewhat blurred;
often appearing when I’m alone.

Memory often has hate on its

The Unpardonable Sin

Much is written of the unpardonable sin;
as tho the Lord can only go so far;
such a concept seems unpardonable; to begin;
that God has a limit, seems bizarre.

We were instructed by the Master not to judge;
we ignore it; because we can’t see;

The Time Of My Life

What happened to the person I was;
and the one I thought I’d become?
I was transformed, simply because;
time said that it must be done.

Time raised me up from a mere seed;
created me into a baby;
as a child, he tended

The Tipping Point

A man stands on the brink of eternity;
not a very safe place to be;
an ultimate product of love and maternity;
seeking to set himself free.

Freedom always comes with a cost attached;
although it was freely given;
the man on life’s precipiece; now, detached;

The Richest Man

Life is most oft deemed a competition;
between the least and the most;
a hopeless waste, and sheer repetition;
allowing the greatest to boast.

As a child; it was who had the best toys;
or, even, the highest grade;
who were the best looking girls and boys;

The Death Of Illusion

Why do we say, “Good morning, or night?”
Are such greetings forms of illusions?
We’re all simply energies; seeking the Light;
and an end to this kingdom’s delusions.

We all are the Master’s creations of love;
in a kingdom of evil; living alone;