Deeper Feelings

I felt my internal makeup, changing;
something happened I can’t explain;
thoughts of my soul; rearranging;
like being pelted by falling rain.

This “rain” was not even wet;
an energy; I don’t understand;
a higher realm of energy; beget;
adhering to Love’s demand.

I’d always felt

Love Blossoms

Most think flowers are matter;
they bloom and blossom in sight;
but love’s energy tends to flatter;
it’s a blooming flowering delight.

Most think love blooms one time;
and then, it’s destined to die;
leaving an empty place on the vine
to wither alone, and to cry.

The Power Of Tears

Today I cried for one I don’t know;
not a specific woman or man;
my energy, inside, let sorrows flow;
and I cried just because I can.

Pent-up emotions of all mankind;
came flowing upon on me, like rain;
engulfed with a sadness, undefined;
waves of sorrow came flowing

The Power Of Love

What if a million years is simply a day;
devoid of sunset and sunrise?
Reality says it happens that way;
all life is simply reprise.

What will we be when everything dies;
when the universe takes its last breath?
How will consciousness make its replies;
when everything around it is

To Those You Hate

How can they do; all that they do;
how can love be exchanged for hate;
can you forget how they’ve wronged you;
is it even open for debate?

When you revisit the evil they’ve done;
can you even sleep thru the night;
looking back to when it all

My Wish

There’s very little we understand,
of the immense power we hold;
to which we can avail on demand;
but rarely find ourselves bold.

Often we’re serious for a moment or two;
believing in all that we say;
but simply our words lack power to do;
it’s our

Love Universal

The soul is able to love all as one;
though the body never will;
dating back to since time has begun;
the soul never gets its fill.

Love is the sexual joining of two minds;
a permanant lasting bond persists;
since usually by physical, reality’s defined;
it’s as

A Seed Of Love

Many attempt, their love to define;
with sweet scents and musical notes;
others use dinners followed by wine;
and most cleverly devised quotes.

Most, unaware how love is planted;
a seed, sown deep in the mind;
or how it can grow and is granted;
by such things, love is defined.

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