Consciousness Fulfilled

Consciousness Fulfilled

I’m getting ready to go to work;
to fulfil life’s physical role;
my physicality, I cannot shirk;
experiences fuel the soul.

I exist in two separate realities;
perhaps, maybe even more;
within my mind; I’m on my knees;
tho not even feeling the floor.

At

Nothing Is Unforgivable

Nothing Is Unforgivable

Some people can make our lives unlivable;
and we no longer feel like living;
some words or actions seem unforgivable;
it’s inconceivable to consider forgiving.

The frictions of life can be most demanding;
people can provide a challenging test;
each day brings forth a new misunderstanding;

A First Impression

A First Impression

When young; I was taught a valuable lesson;
one which all of us should heed;
there’s nothing quite like a first impression;
for those who wish to succeed.

When you meet someone for the first time;
and your eyes; very first meet;
you form a permanent

Take A Pill

Take A Pill

What happened to the power of our will;
we no longer make our own choices;
whenever we’re sick; most just take a pill;
obeying big pharma’s voices.

Throughout this life we’re led by another;
one seeking to control our minds;
eventually it becomes, the

Someone Else

Someone Else

When young; most of us sought identity;
someone that we most admired;
wishing there was someone else; we could be;
by others; we were inspired.

I pictured myself as a popular athlete;
loved and adored by one and all;
stature would make my life complete;
a popular gladiator;

Today I Lost A Friend

Today I Lost A Friend

Today I lost a very special friend;
we shall no longer meet anymore;
a friend, on whom, I could depend;
death came and closed the door.

He was, by no means, a perfect man;
then, of course, neither am I;
a short time ago; our

Children Of Summer

Children Of Summer

We begin our lives; seeking the truth;
most of us, eager to learn;
as children, we demand to see proof;
for wisdom; most of us yearn.

Summer becomes the time for vacation;
a respite from knowledge is sought;
critical thinking has turned to stagnation;
forgetting whatever we’

Fashioned In Love

Fashioned In Love

I recall watching football, on tv with dad;
more than half a century ago;
memories of such times, make me sad;
of games played in wind and snow.

I don’t even remember the scores or teams;
there were far too many to remember;
those times together

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