Character Actor

Character Actor

I’ve been many things; all rolled into one;
some led to success; others, disaster;
mostly oblivious to how it all had become;
in life; I’m a character actor.

I crawled onto life’s stage as a tiny baby;
insignificant in every way;
my future roles, uncertain;

The Peace That Comes After

The Peace That Comes After

We all must negotiate life’s angry seas;
enduring the violent ebb and flow;
many times; we’re driven to our knees;
for we’ve no other place to go.

Life is divided into very diverse seasons;
some, of laughter; others; tears;
only the Master

Only God Knows Where

Only God Knows Where

I’m walking a path, where I’ve been before;
a journey shrouded in mystery;
I’m looking around for an exit door;
to become a part of past history.

I have seen everything; that I came to see;
and done everything; I can do;
I

Tugging At My Sleeve

Tugging At My Sleeve

Mysterious energies are always around;
influencing all we say and do;
although, they often tend to confound;
they are usually what we imbue.

Life is a construct, imbued with purpose;
each of us; a role to fulfill;
mysteries often hide neath the surface;
especially, the Master’

Growing In Love

Growing In Love

Early in life; most consider physicality;
when they are young; seeking a mate;
affected more by their lust; than reality;
discovering the truth; when it’s too late.

The seed of love was planted in each;
tho love sometimes runs its course;
it can be like a

Hallucinations

Hallucinations

Do we see; what all others can see;
do eyes get the same information;
is our mind focused on our reality;
or are we viewing a hallucination?

We live in a kingdom of feel and touch;
or, at least, that’s what we believe;
do false illusions become our

Death By Surrender

Death By Surrender

My body has suffered the atrocities of life;
and, is now in a weakened condition;
in addition, then came the death of my wife;
I suspect I’ll eventually die of attrition.

As we age, we feel we are going downhill;
our death appears looming in sight;

The End Of A Dream

The End Of A Dream

What treasures lie at the end of a rainbow;
promises made in story and song;
from exhilaration; where does one go;
until the next dream comes along?

Our dreams are the evidence of nobility;
we’re made in our Creator’s image;
our thoughts dream;

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