The Kingdom Of Sleep

The Kingdom Of Sleep

Sleep is a transitional kingdom of life;
in between heaven and hell;
where thoughts travel to end all strife;
and visions of love; often dwell.

It’s hard to imagine; that sleep is a place;
leaving physical images behind;
sleep might be thought a season of

The Kingdom Of Words

The Kingdom Of Words

It’s been said; “Actions speak louder than words.”
But, from words, all actions begin;
transforming thoughts into nouns and verbs;
all creation began from within.

Languages flourished in the garden of life;
but every rose had a thorn;
every soul had a husband and wife;

Where Has Love Gone?

Where Has Love Gone ?

Much of life; I had someone to love;
someone to help me, carry on;
energies raining from heaven, above;
suddenly love is now gone.

Babies, once, were the focus of our love;
we grandly celebrated their birth;
generally acknowledged; gifts from above;
now, many don’t

Vibrations Of Love

Vibrations Of Love

Most regard love as merely a thought;
but love is connective synergies;
by its flow; two into one, are brought;
love is the marriage of energies.

Thought is an energy of consciousness;
an eternal soul; at its very core;
reaching out; for eternal righteousness;
love is the

Time Stands Still

Time Stands Still

It is written; there’s a time for everything;
including both love and hate;
but such means there’s a time for anything;
to that; very few can relate.

With the passing of time; all have regrets;
memories become very selective;
it isn’t merely the old

Looking Back

Looking Back

In life; I have been many different people;
as a baby; I was once sunshine;
to some; at times; I may even seem evil;
tho, to most. I’m usually benign.

I’m a dried up leaf; fallen upon the ground;
wallpaper; hidden in plain sight;
I am

Impenetrable Eyes

Impenetrable Eyes

In my dreams; she’s simply everywhere;
lost in her love; I’m baptized;
tho she barely even knows I am there;
this woman of impenetrable eyes.

I can’t understand the attachment I have;
my thoughts of her, border on bliss;
for my sadness and pain; she

The Ebb And Flow Of Passion

The Ebb And Flow Of Passion

Life has been filled with unending mystery;
we’ve been left alone to unearth;
throughout all known; and unknown history;
flowing to death; from birth.

Many have sought out the answers for life;
tho so many questions still remain;
with all the sorrows and

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