GOD

Waiting For Me

My home has become a lonely place;
years of my life were lived here;
love was the energy, beheld in her face;
how could such love disapear?

My home has become a shadow of life;
how could the Master, let it be so;
it became empty; with

Memories

Memories are the realities of yesterday;
lifted aloft, like the morning fog;
destined to return, to another today;
much like a faithful stray dog.

Somehow, memories seem etched in stone;
and, yet; we don’t want them defaced;
we often recall sad memories; when alone;
we’d prefer such

A Circle Of Life

Life is a charade of unending thought;
memories cascading though the ages;
today is only a moment it’s brought;
it’s only one of life’s pages.

I’ve been here; many times, before;
it’s not whether you lose, or win;
perhaps, you’ll

The Perfection Of Love

Many often speak about falling in love;
as tho love becomes instantaneous;
as angels cause it to rain down from above;
all other factors are just extraneous.

Even a few; believe in love at first sight;
as tho contagious; like a disease;
who really knows; who’

Shadow Of Perfection

Consciousness came as a thief in the night;
creating perfection in a kingdom, above;
casting its shadows, in rainbows of light;
creating a new energy, called love.

The light of love, became raining down;
the evil within; defied detection;
all prodigals lusted for the Master’s crown;

Our Destiny Lies Within

I feel the material world slipping away;
and I don’t know where to begin;
I sense a new dawn; tho wanting to stay;
our destiny lies within.

Our mind is the truth; the way we travel;
reality exists; neither here; nor there;
I can feel

The Arrogance Of Pride

Attitude is the culmination of feeling;
everything thought; from inside-out;
the centrality of the consciousness being;
emotions of what life is about.

Attitude is a galaxy of total information;
all thoughts that have an appeal;
self testing brings about conformation;
ultimately leading to the surreal.

Attitudes

Who Is Worthy ?

Who is found worthy, to wear the crown;
could it possibly be, the creator, of all;
or does the created; become one of renown;
can he pick us up when we fall?

The Master created life, as a recurring cycle;
the grasses grew; died; and returned;
the