LOVE

Whatever You Want To Be

You can be, whatever you want to be;
or so, a wise man once said;
the choice is yours; you have liberty;
to our dreams; all are wed.

Although many believe in destiny;
others; think it’s not so;
we’re able to choose; who

Planned Obsolescence

In life, nothing is designed to last forever;
our cars simply cannot self-repair;
planned obsolescence is really quite clever;
it’s a part of designs; everywhere.

Inanimate objects can never self-repair;
engines and tires simply wear out;
once, worn out; they became, just there;
a reality;

The Hush Of Loneliness

Life is more complex; when lived alone;
there’s nothing else human around;
the only voice you hear, is your own;
once you’ve left hallowed ground.

Hallowed ground was the womb of birth;
the fountain of life’s creation;
heresy transformed us; to a life

Afraid To Love

Life is a mixture of challenge and leisure;
a mysterious energy, created above;
the ebb and flow of heartaches and pleasure;
all brought together for love.

Loneliness is life’s most toxic season;
no one is happy; when alone;
love welcomes in, voices of reason;
out of

A Moment In Time

While sitting, watching a television mystery;
I lapsed into consciousness, sublime;
my mind lost several minutes of history;
you might say, moments in time.

My thoughts can’t recapture; what I’d missed;
a significant memory was gone;
time cannot measure; what doesn’t exist;
consciousness

The Price Of Love

Some view life as a soft summer breeze;
when young and feeling alive;
when shadows come; life is just memories;
the saddest, of which, survive.

All our perspectives change with our age;
when young; we live day to day;
when older; we dread life’s last

Humbled

When young; the world was my oyster;
or, at least, so I had thought;
an underachiever; I lived in my cloister;
success was what I sought.

My life became an unfinished painting;
an empty canvas; bearing my name;
the real Artist; was the Lord, reigning;
while; my pride only

Mental Hibernation

The mind conveys to us, thoughts of the soul;
within multiple levels of concentration;
every level of sleep has its own special role;
the strangest of all, is mental hibernation.

There exist a great many levels of sleep;
consciousness has an endless depth;
some naps are light; while