GOD

Madeline, My Madeline

Oh, Madeline, my Madeline;
I know not where you are;
I lost you, nearly a decade ago;
and searched; near and far.

I always return to our empty house;
where bugs and spiders dwell;
missing my artist and loving spouse;
my heaven, transformed to hell.

Now, you’

The Essence Of Love

There is an infinite, natural connection;
one of both relevance and mystery;
one, far beyond mere physical affection;
shaping every element of history.

Consciousness cannot remain all alone;
all aspects must fit; hand in glove;
each personality must feel at home;
such is the essence of

The Precipice Of Life


The storms of death came flowing in;
waves of darkness; canceling light;
I, who was outside, now am within;
standing on the precipice of life;

I‘d felt at peace; my mind conforming;
now standing on the brink of reality;
all life’s storms; come without

Wasting Time

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as

What Happened To Yesterday?

What ever happened to yesterday;
it’s been gone for quite a while;
perhaps it’ll come back someday;
or has it become out of style?

Will it become reinvented, tomorrow;
or is tomorrow more of the same;
so many yesterdays, brought sorrow;
and yesterday got

At First Sight

Much has been said about first impressions;
and judgments they cause us to make;
a lot of the time, they result in confessions;
admitting we’d made a big mistake.

When we see someone for the very first time;
most of us are very quick to judge;

Man Versus God

Life wasn’t created to be a competition;
when its seed was planted above;
it was to be the great Artist’s commission;
creating lives out of love.

The serpent’s rebellion created competition;
and the essence of man joined in;
the serpent relied upon greed and

Runaway Life

Life seems to begin, ever so slowly;
not even getting in a hurry;
creation of life is an act most holy;
why must it end in fury?

Much of life is stately and serene;
but evil resides; within;
most think of life as being a dream;
not a