The Weight Of Memories

The Weight Of Memories

Many say their troubles weigh heavy on their mind;
as though they’re a physical entity;
it would seem, thoughts are weightless, by design;
since thoughts are a form of divinity.

Thoughts all emanate from a consciousness;
they are its life and breath;
troubled thoughts are

Rest In Peace

Rest In Peace

During a funeral; it seems most ironic;
as though all tensions, it’ll release;
a statement, counterintuitive and iconic;
the minister declares, “Rest in peace!”

It seems foolish; as family members cry;
the casket, carried by somber faces;
not a member of the family, has a dry

For The Love Of A Woman

For The Love Of A Woman

For the love of a good woman;
men have chosen to die;
once her tears have spoken;
even strong men cry.

There is never a sacrifice too great;
when two hearts suddenly meet;
when two like minds commiserate;
even hate shall face defeat.

A

From The Mind Of A Poet

From The Mind Of A Poet

The mind of a poet, is an open book;
exposing truths, a soul would hide;
allowing, everyone to take a good look;
at the deceptions, lying hidden, inside.

All poetry is a form of elite mystery;
tho often melancholy and somber;
restructuring accounts of

The Power Beyond

The Power Beyond

I can feel an immense tug from above;
my energies, within, respond;
it’s the overwhelming power of love;
emanating from beyond.

My physical landscape, fading away;
a power beyond, playing its role;
a part of my heart; bids me to stay;
tugging the sleeves of my

I'm Just Walking Thru

I’m Just Walking Thru

We treat each day, as tho it’s our own;
enjoying all our liberty;
not understanding, this life is on loan;
it’s only a temporal reality.

Some believe life exists, only in thought;
an illusion, seen on the mind;
others believe it’s where

It's Our Secret

It’s Our Secret

There is a secret that’s carefully hidden;
within the vault of my mind;
a most intimate secret; I’ll never share;
to do so; would be unkind.

I’m in love with a beautiful woman;
tho she doesn’t know I exist;
I feel her

In Man's Image

In Man’s Image

How can the created become the creator;
help me to understand;
which of the two is considered greater;
are we made in the image of man?

The true image of God is total perfection;
can mere infants do it all better;
man became known for God’

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