GOD

Grip Of Addiction

We’re all adrift upon life’s raging seas;
constantly tossed, hither and yon;
frequently driven down to our knees;
begging that all trials be gone.

Frequently challenged to our very limit;
while seeking another way out;
seas keep tossing, and we are within it;
and that’

Reaping The Whirlwind

I have very little to say today;
thoughts no longer flow free;
cowardly censors; having their way;
it’s truth; they fear we’ll see.

They invent a term; disinformation;
of which they are the kings;
our silence precludes illumination;
it’s darkness; censorship brings.

Spitting out

A Perfect Language

What’s it like in a perfect garden;
how, with others, do we speak?
Love, never requires any pardon;
making heaven very unique.

Yet; how did we ever communicate;
in a kingdom of thought; alone;
reality devoid of arrogance or hate;
with Love; seated on the throne.

God’s Choice

Have I lived too long; just waiting to die;
each sunrise has lost all appeal;
will I see a sunset that makes me cry;
or believe the illusion is real?

We all must have people around us;
a serious purpose to live for;
a problem designed to

The Final Chapter

How can a thought, make you cry;
and another thought give you pain;
its only thought, on which we rely;
and, how does loss cause us gain?

Life is the great mystery of perplexity;
consciousness can’t be explained;
with seasons of physical complexity;
when energy becomes

The Ferris Wheel

There’s a most spectacular carnival ride;
an enormous wheel; turned on its end;
carrying passengers, on seating, inside;
rotating; allowing they rise and descend.

Upon their reaching its ultimate height;
they’re given a view of a world below;
it’s a most memorable, spectacular sight;

Growing Old

What takes place; as we grow old;
allowing the body to age?
To many, a bill of nonsense, was sold:
“the old could no longer engage.”

Most expect wisdom to come with years;
but, that isn’t always how it’s to be;
I endured many trials; shed

Hallowed Ground

I walked the store, where we had shopped;
not a trace of her could be found;
tho she was gone, my heart almost stopped;
for, I was standing on hallowed ground.

For most others, it was a place, insignificant;
for me, it retained the divine;
in its place,