The Power Grid

The Power Grid

There’s a grid, or network, transmiting power,
out, and over, a far reaching area;
if it collapses, or goes down, more than an hour;
it could produce mass hysteria.

That power grid, covers the entire nation;
signaling a flaw in our nation’s defenses;
a much

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park

The dawn of a new day, rises with the sun;
my mind is to become a clean slate;
my mind overflows with what I’ve done;
and the changes, I’ve made, too late.

Words that I’ve uttered in innocence;
have devastated ones that

The Folly Of Love

The Folly Of Love

There is an energy, many refuse to admit;
it comes like rain, falling from above;
the energy, by which life’s book was writ;
that energy, we know as Love.

Love is the feminine side of creation;
the loving, and tender side of life;
protection was

A Life Of Obligation

A Life Of Obligation

I feel as though life is an obligation;
that I am here for a specific reason;
love, I’ve been given, is compensation;
but, I’m only to be here for a season.

I believe that I’ve lived many times, before;
but, I cannot be

The Beautiful Woman

The Beautiful Woman

I once pointed out a woman of great beauty;
to a friend of mine, as she passed by;
his response; a good deal more than snooty;
hearing it; might make her cry.

He was so arrogant; he wouldn’t even rate her;
she wasn’t physically a

The Cycle Of Freedom

We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.

As a baby we began;  a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’

His Special Child

His Special Child

You’re the special child of the living God;
I’m aware that He wants you to know;
I‘m certain this revelation seems rather odd;
but the Father in heaven has told me so.

Thinking of perfection, He fashioned your face;
and whispered thoughts of love

The Empty Chair

I returned home from a long day at work,
my gaze, like a magnet, drew me there.
In the corner of the room, it just seemed to lurk.
Such a benign object:  an empty chair.

I stood for a while, transfixed so it seemed;
mesmerized by what wasn’t there.

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