Runaway Life
Life seems to begin, ever so slowly;
not even getting in a hurry;
creation of life is an act most holy;
why must it end in fury?
Much of life is stately and serene;
but evil resides; within;
most think of life as being a dream;
not a
Poems about Knowledge
Runaway Life
Life seems to begin, ever so slowly;
not even getting in a hurry;
creation of life is an act most holy;
why must it end in fury?
Much of life is stately and serene;
but evil resides; within;
most think of life as being a dream;
not a
The Warmth Of Love
Outside, the landscape is covered with snow;
treachery is hidden within its depth;
inside, I’m barricaded, with no place to go;
as tho I am buried in death.
Every life is destined to walk a slippery path;
promised and ordained from above;
home is our
I’m a dried up leaf; from life’s holy tree;
slowly floating toward the ground;
striving, with my last breath; to simply be me;
a mind; without voice or sound.
I’m a consciousness, alive for a purpose;
from a seed, that was planted above;
every Spring, I will
The Ghosts Of Fear
Many have a fear of ghosts; when young;
as they get older; it tends to disappear;
the belief in ghosts have become far-flung;
especially, the ghosts of fear.
There are many definitions of what ghosts are;
and, why, when, and where they appear;
they are mists
Created To Love
Life is merely the projection of thought;
coherent light cast as a hologram;
creating a physical illusion; God wrought;
from the Master; the great I Am.
We are the actors from the world of thought;
seeds planted in the garden, above;
we are the reality; that the
The Mask Of Deception
Nearly everyone wears a mask of deception;
some out of guilt; others from pain;
many others don it, for their own protection;
and many more, for personal gain.
For some; it’s the expression upon their face;
concealing the truth, residing within;
many wear the outward
In The Darkness Of Dawn
I’ve heard, it’s darkest before the dawn;
and, now I know that it’s true;
daily, as I struggle, just to live on,
I am lost in my love for you.
Although our minds have little interaction;
our souls have long ago met;
One Step More
I have awakened from a catalogue of dreams;
each, very different from the other;
my mind has envisioned a passing of scenes;
with competitor; friend; and lover.
I stand in awe from my dream’s utility;
its purpose still remains hidden;
my thoughts still dwell on life’