The Gift Of Loneliness
I’ve been given the gift of being alone;
obviously, not one, I’ve selected;
a family of one, hardly makes it a home;
no fellowship, inside, is detected.
“It’s not good for man to be alone,”
or, so I’ve been told, the Master
Poems about God
The Gift Of Loneliness
I’ve been given the gift of being alone;
obviously, not one, I’ve selected;
a family of one, hardly makes it a home;
no fellowship, inside, is detected.
“It’s not good for man to be alone,”
or, so I’ve been told, the Master
The Flood Of Feelings
Why do deep feelings flow out of control;
are we unable to stem their flow?
Can we not be master of our own soul?
Please tell me why it’s not so.
How is it that feelings even begin;
where is it they get their start?
Irrelevance
Your life didn’t start at twenty;
it didn’t even begin with birth;
it isn’t about possessions or money;
and your home isn’t this earth.
As you grow old, perception changes;
you’ve become the white elephant;
nothing’s the same; all rearranges;
and it seems
Kingdom Of Thought
It’s a sunny day of warm thought;
a summer day in the mind;
kindness and love were brought;
just as the Master designed.
Thoughts of cold, wind and snow;
from winters, long since passed;
no longer in season, below;
so my mind dismissed them, fast.
I
…Ink
In the beginning; a form of Energy;
encompassing all things within;
Consciousness; combining for synergy;
an interaction, to begin.
A particle of Thought was separated;
cast into a realm; his own;
although to the Source; he was related;
he was creating a new world; alone.
Known as a character
…Only The Strong Love
It’s oft been said, “Only the strong, survive;”
it holds deeper meaning than most know;
you could be, physically, the strongest, alive;
and, not know how, to make love grow.
Love is a most mystical, eternal power;
its force is required to make us grow;
Observations Of Thoughts
My voice is a note on the musical scale;
my tears, are but droplets of sea;
the truth of reality is behind the veil;
while my body struggles to be.
My hair is the grass that grows on my face;
my ears acquaint me with sound;
my
The Power Grid
There’s a grid, or network, transmiting power,
out, and over, a far reaching area;
if it collapses, or goes down, more than an hour;
it could produce mass hysteria.
That power grid, covers the entire nation;
signaling a flaw in our nation’s defenses;
a much