Poems About Love
A Gift Of Purpose
Perhaps I’ve lived beyond my time;
not becoming who I’m to be;
failed to accomplish my soul’s design;
and, only purpose can set me free.
My body and spirit seem now separated;
with my thoughts floating in air;
no longer that being, the
The Second Time Around
Most all of us seek a second chance;
seeing how life seems to confound;
to show we’ve learned how to dance;
on our second time around.
Some believe that we only live once;
unlike the grasses and flowers;
temporarily, for a season, ensconced;
living, while
The Superficial Life
We each possess thoughts of heaven;
for it was the kingdom of birth;
deep recesses of mind now beckon;
our body, in the sphere of earth.
Energy formations, around us, abound;
granting the illusion of physicality;
tho the illusions of us, are profound;
we’re only pictures
The Sin Of Guilt
Sometimes, I carry the weight of a mountain;
an energy of guilt, that I cannot lift;
the Master’s love flows down like a fountain.
Perfection giving the perfect gift.
Supplanting our will, in place of the Master;
created the foundation of sin;
all are guilty;
Suffering
Most understand there will be tribulations;
not everthing is destined to go well;
for life is filled with many complications;
its future, we sometimes can’t tell.
Some think suffering’s a punishment;
a certain sign of God’s displeasure;
it seems like a form of banishment;
for a
Tears Of Destiny
I feel life was meant as a quest for me;
its deeper purpose, etched in stone;
I was born to become tears of destiny;
living many of my years all alone.
When I was young, I sensed a purpose,
for bearing great sadness, inside;
a future destiny,
Into Oblivion
Many are greatly concerned over security;
fearing what future they may live in;
even more, tend to fear a future obscurity;
as loved ones dissolve into oblivion.
The great question of generations and ages:
“What happens when we die?”
endlessly debated by seers and sages;
causing young children
Justification
When I was a child, I made up excuses,
whenever I knew I was wrong;
feelings of guilt; my peace, reduces;
my conscience wouldn’t go along.
Truth required, that I must accept blame;
for, my guilt was ever before me;
justice always comes, in the Master’s name;
