Only Love

Only Love

Only love can encourage us to sacrifice;
tho pride can often stand in the way;
only love is able to make us think twice;
since love, nearly always, has its say.

It is only love; that causes us to cry;
sadness has love in its name;
love sheds

I Feel Her Love

I Feel Her Love

Tho I’ve grown old; my soul is on fire;
for my body is merely an empty shell;
energized and warmed, by love’s desire;
I find it amazing my love cannot tell.

When writing of love; she’s on my mind;
although she’ll, likely,

Threshold Of Reality

Threshold Of Reality

I feel on the outside; my mind looking in;
a physical illusion has lost all appeal;
where did this threshold of reality, begin;
consciousness, itself, is surreal.

We believe the womb is the threshold of life;
and the grave is the tomb for death;
perhaps the threshold

Missed Opportunities

Missed Opportunities

Life has extended many an opportunity;
tho many, didn’t work out as planned;
to success; it appeared I had immunity;
as tho I was living a life on demand.

I have often been my own worst enemy;
of mistakes; I’m most keenly aware;
self critique was

Ocean Of Reckoning

Ocean Of Reckoning

I’m swimming in an ocean of yesterday;
today exists as a part of its residue;
yesterday has turned into a new today;
and reality has, again, become new.

Tomorrow is on the horizon, beckoning;
memories; just driftwood, floating;
I live in a season of personal reckoning;

The Butler For God

The Butler For God

In what manner, does God enforce his will;
what can He do to hold back the seas;
what energy forced the sea to become still;
how did tiny seeds become trees?

How many mansions did the Master build;
what were the energies behind it all;
what

The Right To Fail

The Right To Fail

What in the world is happening to us;
our world is becoming upside down;
few show concern enough to make a fuss;
while majorities vote for a clown.

Entitlement has reared its ugly head;
for success; none should be driven;
winning should be automatic, instead;
and

A Prospector For Truth

A Prospector For Truth

I’m just a relic; seeking eternal truth;
in a realm where truth rarely exists;
thoughts, desensitized by dry vermouth;
lonely; longing for a passionate kiss.

A prospector; well beyond my youth;
in search of rare treasures of gold;
a wordsmith, of sorts; as well as

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