Poems About Love
The Privilege Of Feeling
Love is the greatest gift God has given;
it embodies all that’s appealing;
especially the gift; that we’re forgiven;
and also, the privilege of feeling.
Feelings are a special kind of thought;
embodying the illusion of touch;
it’s through feelings; love is taught;
Raindrops Of Reality
Life is a slowly developing dream;
crescendoing within a duality;
mirroring a rapidly flowing stream;
merely raindrops of reality.
It all began in a realm of thought;
a universal consciousness;
a foundation for a reality wrought;
birthed of righteousness.
Life began at Thought’s discretion;
a living,
A Place Called Peace
Last night I journeyed far and wide;
without leaving my bed;
a change of location was implied;
to a land of the living dead.
Thoughts became like a movie scene;
tho my body was silent and still;
throughout the night; I lived a dream;
of a
Beyond The Horizon
What are the boundaries of infinite existence;
what are the limits of time and space;
does death overcome gravity’s resistance;
where was our soul’s birthplace?
Where are all these answers to be found;
these; and a great many more;
are all the dead simply heaven
Dreams Long Forgotten
I remember the dreams; I had as a child;
my future looked so bright;
what came about; can’t be reconciled;
when day transitioned to night.
I thought I’d be a lawyer; when young;
but such wasn’t meant to be;
eventually; an entrepreneur; I’d
Where All Flowers Grow
I can sense thoughts in the vacuum of space;
swirling around in my mind;
ideas and concepts for my mind, to embrace;
of how this world was designed.
It feels, I’ve entered a new form of reality;
a dream world; somewhat surreal;
it’s as
Warriors Of Division
It was in the garden; the warfare began;
the serpent began with temptation;
leading rebellion against God; the I Am;
shaking heaven’s foundation.
The serpent and man were exiled to earth;
sentenced to live there; then die;
only death could return them to their birth;
leaving
Still There
Everything in this life; comes at a price;
absolutely nothing is free;
whether; it be knowledge, or simply advice;
or even our liberty.
Most long for the aphrodisiac of power;
while others seek silver or gold;
there are even thorns on a beautiful flower;
whatever is known; will
