Escaping Destiny

Escaping Destiny

Every life was created for a specific reason;
none are created by chance;
each, destined for its own special season;
destiny is circumstance.

Many believe they’re products of a destiny;
their life isn’t lived by chance;
thinking there’s something that’s meant to be;
no

Loves Unrequited

Loves Unrequited

As my body ages; my thoughts grow young;
I feel love’s passions stirring;
hopelessly in love; I’ve recently become;
my passionate thoughts recurring.

I remember that very first time,
I first looked into her eyes;
I felt the energy of love, sublime;
much to my great

Painting Life

Painting Life

This life that we’re in; is our clean slate;
an empty canvas; upon which we paint;
the path we walk; both narrow and straight;
a realm of freedom; and self-restraint.

All the ground, we see, beneath our feet;
illusions of our thoughts above;
where consciousness and destiny

Left To Lament

Left To Lament

The world is floundering; our agony grows;
our silence has become assent;
reaping the whirlwind; a generation, sows;
the righteous are left to lament.

The rich and famous, live like fatted cattle;
paying little or no attention to the masses;
while the war mongers, love to sabre

Kiss Of Dreams

Kiss Of Dreams

I looked into your eyes of yesterday;
lovers; many lifetimes, ago;
my thoughts slowly became today;
how could a dead love grow?

It was a time, I was seeking tomorrow;
I no longer could stand today;
overflowing in heartache and sorrow.
my love; simply, went on her

The Unkindest Cut Of All

The Unkindest Cut Of All

What is it that brings thoughts to a boil;
placing our backs against the wall;
what feels like a stab; from sabre or foil;
what’s the unkindest cut of all?

What thrusts from life; cause the most pain;
threatening that evil succeeds;
how can

Growing Pains

Growing Pains

I sense a force; within me drive;
leading where I must go;
a sense of purpose; why I’m alive;
to live; all flowers must grow.

I know not what I’m meant to be;
my higher purpose hidden;
the Master’s plans, are mystery;
a knowledge; long

A Stitch In Time!

A Stitch In Time!

“A stitch in time; saves nine,”
at least, it’s what we’re told;
in fact; time is rather benign;
except it makes us grow old.

Whatever gave time top billing;
it’s more than time deserves;
time always requires fullfilling;
our purpose, it rarely serves.

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