The Victims

The Victims

Hardship has always been a season of life;
no one born can escape its throes;
wisdom outlines all reasons for strife;
necessity demands it’s imposed.

Life cannot be measured by material success;
materiality exists, but a season;
the Master insists we all face duress;
love is the

The Verbal Sculptor

The Verbal Sculptor

Destiny has made me a sculptor of thought;
creating the Master’s messages of love.
But how can a sculptor create what ought;
with words that were crafted above?

How does one choose from the hardest stone,
to carve out an ediface of thought?
Does the Master

The Unfinished Poem

The Unfinished Poem

Often I’m a poet who talks too much;
perhaps it’s how it’s all designed;
maybe, with reality, I’m out of touch;
with too much to say, on my mind.

I attempt to boldly say what I think;
but, there is too much to

The Ugly Caterpillar

The Ugly Caterpillar

The Master was creator of all living things;
but the caterpillar seems the most ugly;
his appearance was not what beauty brings;
and, no one could say he was cuddly.

To many observers, he was called a worm;
crawling around, appeared his duty;
but, only by death,

The Tyranny Of Memory

The Tyranny Of Memory

Memory is a merciless master;
commanding my rapt attention;
focusing on my every disaster;
while hiding in another dimension.

Memory is never seen; nor heard;
but makes its presence known;
despite seeming somewhat blurred;
often appearing when I’m alone.

Memory often has hate on its

The Unpardonable Sin

The Unpardonable Sin

Much is written of the unpardonable sin;
as tho the Lord can only go so far;
such a concept seems unpardonable; to begin;
that God has a limit, seems bizarre.

We were instructed by the Master not to judge;
we ignore it; because we can’t see;

The Time Of My Life

The Time Of My Life

What happened to the person I was;
and the one I thought I’d become?
I was transformed, simply because;
time said that it must be done.

Time raised me up from a mere seed;
created me into a baby;
as a child, he tended

The Tipping Point

The Tipping Point

A man stands on the brink of eternity;
not a very safe place to be;
an ultimate product of love and maternity;
seeking to set himself free.

Freedom always comes with a cost attached;
although it was freely given;
the man on life’s precipiece; now, detached;

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