I’m living within a painting;
its the only place left to hide;
most suitable for framing;
with my soul residing inside.
It’s a most beautiful landscape;
a place where I’d love to be;
but now, it’s just an escape;
where I no longer have to be
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LOVE
Poems About Love
When I was a child; I spoke as such;
and my life was all about play.
Now I’m a man; resisting God’s touch;
while facing a brand new day.
Faced with a kingdom; blown all apart;
love is needed; this world, to repair;
each occupant mending a broken
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
…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.
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
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
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
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