GOD

Garden Of Growth

God planted a seed in the garden of earth;
one of rebellion and hell;
a consciousness, within heaven, had birth;
then, exiled to earth, to dwell.

The Master was saddened by man’s corruption;
God didn’t create love to die;
separation, by death; the unintended interruption;

The Voice Within

Many long to hear the Master’s voice;
speaking to them, aloud;
believing, that they are God’s choice;
and they have made God so proud.

They gladly pray in public places;
hoping that others draw near;
seeing embarassment in others’ faces;
if only God’s voice;

The Beauty Of Life

Our hairstyles are interesting and unique;
and, we carefully manicure each cuticle;
big noses or ears; we sometimes critique;
but, in general, most bodies are beautiful.

Some are heralded, as pretty as a picture;
displaying our limited vision;
the body is only a temporary fixture;
our

Echo Chambers Of Lies

Many are the voices; seekers of truth;
all sizes and shapes abound;
each, clamoring; demanding proof;
but truth is not to be found.

Each seeker listens for friendly voices;
others who believe the same as they;
many desire to limit others’ choices;
demanding to have their

Mud Slinging

In distant times, people had duels;
to settle their differences;
propriety required they adhere to rules;
not destroy others, with inferences.

Words could tend to destroy reputations;
especially when the words were lies;
countering words with their own allegations;
slinging mud, became their replies.

Conflicts are no way

To The Woman I Love

I once had the privilage to look in your eyes;
sensing your heart staring back out at me;
bringing forth a sensation of endless surprise;
perhaps God has given me the eyes to see.

I momentarily basked in your warm embrace;
I could feel the

The Woman I Love

There are many women that I love;
most of them won’t ever know;
their energies of life, come from above;
shared; to allow me to grow.

For each woman; I would have her back;
were she ever to become in need;
in spite of the

Too Many Yesterdays

Life is a pilgrimage, lived in seasons;
each, tougher than the one before.
Why do we struggle; what are the reasons;
what is it, we all are living for?

We’re taught to live one day at a time;
a task that most are unable do;
yesterday