The Paradox Called Me
Who am I; and to where do I go;
what was I created to be?
I’m seeking answers; I need know;
who is the paradox called me?
I am a conglomerate energy source;
consciousness; with a twist;
marriage is followed by a divorce;
I’m
Poems about God
The Paradox Called Me
Who am I; and to where do I go;
what was I created to be?
I’m seeking answers; I need know;
who is the paradox called me?
I am a conglomerate energy source;
consciousness; with a twist;
marriage is followed by a divorce;
I’m
The Grip Of Passion
I am just an old, retiring actor;
too old and infirm to engage;
in love; I’m no longer a factor;
waiting to leave this stage.
In spite of it all; I’m still alive;
passion, neath my surface;
by the Master’s will, I’ll
The Universal Mind
Many refer to the brain as a mind;
as tho the two are the same;
in death; the brain is left behind;
so I ask: “What’s in a name?”
The brain is nothing, but mere illusion;
a pathway for thoughts to traverse;
the mind is thought’
I’m An Enigma
I am the wind; soothing your face;
in the midst of sweltering heat;
I am the love, you long to embrace;
the stranger, you long to meet.
I am your enemy, that you most fear;
hiding, round every corner;
I am the voice; whispering in your
Reality’s Wilderness
I am lost in the maze of reality;
seeking understanding;
living in a realm of duality;
my Lord and Master, commanding.
I find myself searching for reasons;
in hope of finding answers;
discovering life has many seasons;
beset with tragedy and cancers.
Its purpose continues to elude
…The Curse Of Loneliness
Loneliness fosters bouts of depression;
our laughter replaced by crying;
life becomes a season of regression;
while the mind seems to be dying.
Our purpose; replaced by endless leisure;
not knowing what is to come;
life is more than enertainment and pleasure;
it’s about being
Winds Of Change
Peace is the treasure; that all of us seek;
but, that few of us ever find;
change is a destiny that reaches its peak;
leaving that peace behind.
The winds of change are always at work;
tho peace requests they keep still;
forbidden pleasures that some partook;
Pride Begets Fools
I wish I could revisit all of my past;
correcting all my mistakes;
then, would my peace of mind last;
and pride put on its brakes.
But, my physical past is out of bounds;
I may only find it; in my mind;
my guilt still pursues me