GOD

A Snowflake Called Life

Darkness is heartbreak; when I’m alone;
with no one’s love to share;
sleep is impossible; since she’s gone;
emptiness doesn’t care.

I no longer drift off to sleep at night;
unconsciousness is all I achieve;
images, intermittently drift into sight;
the mind

The Breath Of Love

I felt in the grip of a total depression;
as tho reality were floating away;
feeling in great need of confession;
praying the Master look my way.

It seems as tho I’d entered guilt’s season;
waiting for answers to surface;
vainly seeking the voice

When Fear Dies

We live in a world of physical illusions;
thinking that’s all there will be;
wisdom brings you different conclusions;
it’s merely a dream of reality.

Do others have the same dream, as I;
or, does each one live in their own?
Is this world my

Coming Full Circle

It seems that life is a circular mystery;
we meet ourselves; coming and going;
proving truth; throughout all of history;
life is a rhythm; ebbing and flowing.

We are the seeds; God planted above;
nurtured by sunshine, rain, and strife;
we are the energy of the Master’

Crisscross

Reality is the crisscross of energies;
a network of complex thought;
a realm of intersecting synergies;
a world by the Master wrought.

Reality is merely a linear equation;
creating a consciousness;
ushering in a form of gestation;
bounded in righteousness.

We are raindrops of an eternal river;
life’s

Melted Swords

We live in the kingdom of repetition;
which most of us currently enjoy.
it’s a kingdom of revolving competition;
a deception that demons deploy.

It’s a reality about winning and losing;
with mediocrity; in between;
everything has become about choosing;
but, all of it’s only

The Talkaholic

Some people love to control conversation;
allowing no others to enter in;
such are a prime source of aggravation;
but we usually just let them win.

They think they know about everything;
at least; that’s what they convey;
next to them; no one else knows anything;
so

Words Without Sound

Whispers are words in a gentle breeze;
thoughts; even more profound;
thoughts change; whenever we please;
simply; words without sound.

Thoughts are concealed deeply within;
things we’re unwilling to share;
they can be noble; or thoughts of sin;
nobody knows they are there.

Thoughts are often