An Empty Love

An Empty Love

I have loved several women in my life;
enough to give up my liberty;
only two, have ever become my wife;
did anyone ever love me?

Love is a rather mysterious blessing;
it’s more often spoken; than felt;
love is a time two souls are caressing;

The Kingdom Unseen

The Kingdom Unseen

Life isn’t about what people think;
it’s just one of unlimited pages;
those who thirst; are invited to drink;
the wisest, among us, are sages.

We are parts of a great Consciousness;
all seeking to find our way;
truth leads to all righteousness;
tho lies

A Waste Of Time

A Waste Of Time

Everything happens in the essence of time;
at least, that’s what’s been said;
tho time remains in the hands of the divine;
we think we control it; instead.

Time is more precious than silver or gold;
a gem of infinite worth;
time can neither

Madeline, My Madeline

Madeline, My Madeline

Oh, Madeline, my Madeline;
I know not where you are;
I lost you, nearly a decade ago;
and searched; near and far.

I always return to our empty house;
where bugs and spiders dwell;
missing my artist and loving spouse;
my heaven, transformed to hell.

Now, you’

The Essence Of Love

The Essence Of Love

There is an infinite, natural connection;
one of both relevance and mystery;
one, far beyond mere physical affection;
shaping every element of history.

Consciousness cannot remain all alone;
all aspects must fit; hand in glove;
each personality must feel at home;
such is the essence of

The Precipice Of Life

The Precipice Of Life


The storms of death came flowing in;
waves of darkness; canceling light;
I, who was outside, now am within;
standing on the precipice of life;

I‘d felt at peace; my mind conforming;
now standing on the brink of reality;
all life’s storms; come without

Wasting Time !

Wasting Time

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as

What Happened To Yesterday

What Happened To Yesterday?

What ever happened to yesterday;
it’s been gone for quite a while;
perhaps it’ll come back someday;
or has it become out of style?

Will it become reinvented, tomorrow;
or is tomorrow more of the same;
so many yesterdays, brought sorrow;
and yesterday got

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