LOVE

Season Of Salvation

The greatest poem that I’ve ever written;
was only penned in my mind;
perhaps its expressions are, now forbidden;
and its memory, left behind.

Perfection; a plateau beyond man’s reach;
tragedy and sorrow; more his style;
to the Lord of All; I most humbly beseach:

It Takes A Village
(Bonus by special request)

I’ve heard many foolish words uttered;
that some people take as serious;
some, such words, are as wisdom, stuttered;
for the authors must be delirious.

Some are quite harmless, like piles of sand;
an idle mind’s thoughtless expression;
but, others

Enchanting Eyes

I saw a beautiful woman today;
I can’t begin to describe her;
I was taken aback; as she came my way;
I almost felt I’d imbibed her.

Her radiant beauty; impossible to be missed;
tho expressions concealed her disguise;
her lips reached out; longing to be

The Broken Chandelier

The chandelier is a metaphor of life;
created for its beauty and utility;
snowflakes of glass dispersing light;
possessing an air of nobility.

Hanging from nowhere; scattering Light;
from the particles of glass it came;
created to transform the darkness of night;
all, put together, in the

The Shadow Of Her Smile

I often see the shadow of her smile;
tho her face has faded to past;
it sneaks into my mind; once in a while;
its heart and mystic still last.

It seems only yesterday; she was here;
a core of my purpose; my life;
I

I Don’t Fit In

I often wonder what’s wrong with me;
I’m uncomfortable in my own skin;
my mind conceives what eyes can’t see;
it’s clear, that I just don’t fit in.

I compare today with thoughts as a child;
for answers, I seek

The Charade

To many; this life is an endless vacation;
a circus; a celebration; a parade;
this season of life can lead to stagnation;
we’re on stage to perform a charade.

This season isn’t at all; what it may seem;
and, season is all that this is;
we’

Pathways Of The Mind

What in reality gains our attention;
how does the mind really work;
what causes some thoughts’ retention;
what is it; that special quirk?

Thoughts travel the pathways of the mind;
without using hands or feet;
Consciousness is how reality’s designed;
where thoughts and reactions meet.