Created To Love

Created To Love

Life is merely the projection of thought;
coherent light cast as a hologram;
creating a physical illusion; God wrought;
from the Master; the great I Am.

We are the actors from the world of thought;
seeds planted in the garden, above;
we are the reality; that the

The Mask Of Deception

The Mask Of Deception

Nearly everyone wears a mask of deception;
some out of guilt; others from pain;
many others don it, for their own protection;
and many more, for personal gain.

For some; it’s the expression upon their face;
concealing the truth, residing within;
many wear the outward

In The Darkness Of Dawn

In The Darkness Of Dawn

I’ve heard, it’s darkest before the dawn;
and, now I know that it’s true;
daily, as I struggle, just to live on,
I am lost in my love for you.

Although our minds have little interaction;
our souls have long ago met;

One Step More

One Step More

I have awakened from a catalogue of dreams;
each, very different from the other;
my mind has envisioned a passing of scenes;
with competitor; friend; and lover.

I stand in awe from my dream’s utility;
its purpose still remains hidden;
my thoughts still dwell on life’

Staring At Reality's Face

Staring At Reality’s Face

I respectfully stared out on the horizon;
thinking about two centuries ago;
upon a land once covered with bison;
slaughtered; with no place to go.

I glanced at some woodlands nearby;
spotting a robin’s nest in a tree;
watching an eagle, take wing and

To Serve Others

To Serve Others

This world has become a kingdom of takers;
most of them think they’re entitled;
others, now rich, become movers and shakers;
their arrogance, has become unriveled.

Good neighbors have become in short supply;
at a time; when so many are in need;
even honest people, are

Destined To Roam

Destined To Roam

I could see my destiny looming straight ahead;
where opportunity and determination meet;
but devastating failure was my destiny, instead;
corporate greed assured my defeat.

This life is a labyrinth of greed and corruption;
my youthful eyes simply failed to see;
circumstance had scheduled my life interruption;

Yesterday's Child !

Yesterday’s Child

It’s been said, that time heals every wound;
but time wounds every heal; as well;
from the time; life crawls from the womb;
we’re in an illusion called hell.

I began my life a few generations, ago;
in a kingdom, where I’d been exiled;

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