The Flood Of Feelings
Why do deep feelings flow out of control;
are we unable to stem their flow?
Can we not be master of our own soul?
Please tell me why it’s not so.
How is it that feelings even begin;
where is it they get their start?
Poems About Love
The Flood Of Feelings
Why do deep feelings flow out of control;
are we unable to stem their flow?
Can we not be master of our own soul?
Please tell me why it’s not so.
How is it that feelings even begin;
where is it they get their start?
Irrelevance
Your life didn’t start at twenty;
it didn’t even begin with birth;
it isn’t about possessions or money;
and your home isn’t this earth.
As you grow old, perception changes;
you’ve become the white elephant;
nothing’s the same; all rearranges;
and it seems
Kingdom Of Thought
It’s a sunny day of warm thought;
a summer day in the mind;
kindness and love were brought;
just as the Master designed.
Thoughts of cold, wind and snow;
from winters, long since passed;
no longer in season, below;
so my mind dismissed them, fast.
I
…Only The Strong Love
It’s oft been said, “Only the strong, survive;”
it holds deeper meaning than most know;
you could be, physically, the strongest, alive;
and, not know how, to make love grow.
Love is a most mystical, eternal power;
its force is required to make us grow;
The Power Grid
There’s a grid, or network, transmiting power,
out, and over, a far reaching area;
if it collapses, or goes down, more than an hour;
it could produce mass hysteria.
That power grid, covers the entire nation;
signaling a flaw in our nation’s defenses;
a much
A Walk In The Park
The dawn of a new day, rises with the sun;
my mind is to become a clean slate;
my mind overflows with what I’ve done;
and the changes, I’ve made, too late.
Words that I’ve uttered in innocence;
have devastated ones that
The Folly Of Love
There is an energy, many refuse to admit;
it comes like rain, falling from above;
the energy, by which life’s book was writ;
that energy, we know as Love.
Love is the feminine side of creation;
the loving, and tender side of life;
protection was
A Life Of Obligation
I feel as though life is an obligation;
that I am here for a specific reason;
love, I’ve been given, is compensation;
but, I’m only to be here for a season.
I believe that I’ve lived many times, before;
but, I cannot be