Wisdom

Wisdom is a sunset seen from afar;
a waterfall, looking up from the bottom;
a mountain peak, yet to be scaled;
the full harvest, from a good planting.

It is the majesty of a distant star;
drawn close by the telescope of hope;
yet pushed back by the distance of

Why Must It Hurt?

Why must it hurt;
why must it rain;
why do bees sting;
and people complain?

What’s it about life;
requiring correction;
why do we gravitate,
towards insurrection?

Why do we steal,
what we don’t own;
and why do we lie;
when all truth is known?

Why turn your

The Ultimate Sonnet

The panoramic scene,
encompassed all in view;
leaves and grasses, green;
kissed by morning dew;

lush green meadows,
and mountains caught my eye;
my vision, teased by beauty,
made me want to cry.

What is this reality,
that challenges emotion;
creating the very ultimate
of maximum devotion?

What draws in

Unending Cycles

This world was created to end;
someday was a part of his plan;
twas an easy policy to defend;
considering the evils of man.

But how would it all take place;
considering how, composed;
by instituting time and space;
and sacrificing a perfect rose.

Time and space would limit;
all

Spores Of Love

All truth is best expressed in thought;
for thoughts can't be erased or changed;
if we could read them, we'd know what ought;
but, turned into words, they're rearranged.

Thoughts are idly, floating free in the air;
there's no way they can be disguised;
pushed by a breeze; words blow

We're Thirsty

What is it that motivates actions and thought:
and dictates the paths that we choose;
that which internally says what we ought;
and governs all points of views?

Why do we feel the way that we feel;
that becomes what we think, say and do;
creator of all, to us,

The Dance

Two strangers eyes meet;  glances, exchanging;
each feeling the mist; an air of romance;
all around them, a distance, maintaining;
for they had joined in the dance.

Eyes of two strangers, together from afar;
it’s such a mystery; this energy, enhance;
neither, able to recall where they are;
a

To Mourn

There is an emptiness few understand;
a void only God can fill.
That precious energy beyond our hand,
whose voice has suddenly gone still.

We reach out in vain to grasp it once more,
but tears must suffice in its place.
We know not what remains in store,
but can

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