The Thorn Of Frustrations

The Thorn Of Frustrations

Life twists dreams to unexpected complications;
to a point where we can take no more;
elevating all of us to the anguish of frustrations;
so that we just want to even the score.

Frustration is a natural response to opposition;
when pride fails to get his

The Windows Of Life

The Windows of Life

When I was young; it was a different time;
I’d look in a department store window;
seeing both the practical and the sublime;
for it was Christmas time, in the snow.

The potential gifts, I saw; led me to dream;
becoming dreams of my tomorrow;

A One Sided Conversation

A One Sided Conversation

Several years ago; I sensed a revelation;
I felt that God wanted me to write;
my gift, of poetry, was to be a conversation;
so I labored intensely, into the night.

Sometimes, my thoughts were a constant flow;
sharing God’s wisdom from above;
I quickly

Immersed In Love

Immersed In Love

Creativity extends far beyond imagination;
waves of thought spring from God, above;
the Master’s wisdom brings forth causation;
all life has become immersed in love.

Feelings and emotions distort all reality;
an eternal creation yearns for peace;
peace brings about a season of neutrality;
allowing divisions

Why I'm Still Here

Why I’m Still Here

I do believe in perfection and purpose;
circumstance has nothing to fear;
surely a reason hides under life’s surface.
Dear Lord, why am I still here?

I am a prodigal; sent down from above;
a victim of my own foolish pride;
I think I’

A Stitch In Time

A Stitch In Time

Some people refer to it as common sense;
timing is simply everything;
when a love relationshp becomes intense;
it becomes a time for a ring.

Repairs always done in the nick of time;
prevent more damage, being done;
workmanship is artwork of the divine;
handed down;

Not Even A Raindrop

Not Even A Raindrop

Not even a raindrop can fall without purpose;
nor is there an errant flake of snow;
both are destined to reach reality’s surface;
both are required for life to grow.

Many trees grow tall just to capture the breeze;
while birds hide their nest on

Living In The Coccoon

Living In The Coccoon

I feel very much like a caterpillar;
crawling around, through life;
it seems much of my life was filler;
punctuated by sorrow and strife;

Life seemed an eternal competition;
striving, to be up to the test;
much of it became mere repetition;
competing to become the

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