Poems About Love
Love comes about, as a tenuous breeze;
commanding very little attention;
suddenly asserting itself, like a sneeze;
its revealed, from another dimension.
What is the cause of such mutual affection;
is there some deeper connection of minds?
Overcoming all our basic fears of rejection,
it seems a cornerstone of divinity’
Birthed in perfection, we became proud;
seeking to enhance our growth of power;
joining evil, while wrapped in a shroud;
not allowing perfection to flower.
Often, dishonesty creeps into our midst;
bringing about a loss of trust;
some, like Judas, are frauds, we’ve kissed;
but love, isn’t replaced,
Is the horseshoe able to feel the pain,
administered by the blacksmith’s hammer;
or, does life, alone, sense loss or gain;
from all of life’s hardships or glamor?
Does the hurricane hurt, blowing down trees;
or drown in the the flood waters, ensuing;
is there a force that
Light isn’t a switch that we turn on;
it is a much deeper concept;
not appearing till darkness is gone;
but, an everlasting precept.
The depth of vision is unseen by the eye;
it is only, by thought, defined;
it’s wisdom and knowledge, in disguise;
for all, by
Who brought about all of life’s creation;
and how did its handyman begin?
Who took upon himself the obligation;
what mediums, did its Artist, work in?
Did life come about, all by itself;
converting its energies into being;
or was it created by a gnome or elf;
with all
Winds are thoughts; given velocity;
creating emotions within the mind;
sometimes, leading to pomposity;
seeking thoughts of a similar kind.
Some winds are physically destructive;
tornadoes and hurricanes of thought;
physical storms are most instructive;
physical illusions, of emotions brought.
Often, when seeds of love are sown,
they become planted
Death is deemed life’s mortal enemy;
many believe they’ll no more exist;
but death, is another form of energy;
not one we should fear, or resist.
Death is merely one of life’s seasons;
like spring, summer, or fall;
none of us knows all the reasons;
but, it
We live our lives, seeking what comes next;
each of us, with a definition of success;
much that we do, brought about by pretext;
as we’re drawn by our desire to impress.
We all worry about things, done in the past;
some of them led to disaster.
Everything that
