LOVE

To Serve Others

This world has become a kingdom of takers;
most of them think they’re entitled;
others, now rich, become movers and shakers;
their arrogance, has become unriveled.

Good neighbors have become in short supply;
at a time; when so many are in need;
even honest people, are

Destined To Roam

I could see my destiny looming straight ahead;
where opportunity and determination meet;
but devastating failure was my destiny, instead;
corporate greed assured my defeat.

This life is a labyrinth of greed and corruption;
my youthful eyes simply failed to see;
circumstance had scheduled my life interruption;

Yesterday’s Child

It’s been said, that time heals every wound;
but time wounds every heal; as well;
from the time; life crawls from the womb;
we’re in an illusion called hell.

I began my life a few generations, ago;
in a kingdom, where I’d been exiled;

Yesterday’s Child

It’s been said, that time heals every wound;
but time wounds every heal; as well;
from the time; life crawls from the womb;
we’re in an illusion called hell.

I began my life a few generations, ago;
in a kingdom, where I’d been exiled;

God’s Command

God is behind all our good deeds;
we’re merely his hands and feet;
God is the provider of all our needs;
He’s where love and reality meet.

God is the consumate lord of duty;
leaving no stone unturned;
creation testifies to love’s beauty;
giving

Who I Am !

I am a caterpillar; holed up in my coccoon;
stepped on; by an angry foe;
sometimes I long to return to the womb;
for I’m lonely; with no place to go.

I’m the eagle, majestically taking wing;
ready to soar high above;
envying the robin;

Pictures With Sound

Words are pictures to express thought;
gently pushed by a prevailing wind;
conflicting winds allow them to talk;
words dominion has no end.

Thoughts generate words to make reality;
light makes it all be complete;
creation fashions a most complex plurality;
consciousness makes it unique.

Thoughts are

If Words Were Physical?

What if words were to be a physical being;
could they inhabit a physical reality;
thoughts becoming people from an unseen;
living in simultaneous duality.

If words were physical; they’d occupy space;
until there was no place left to go;
every word would become a