LOVE

A World Of Imagination

What is it we see; when we’re out and about;
is it firm evidence of an external reality?
Most all of our certainty, swims in our doubt;
tho all opinions are mere triviality.

Everything that we see, feel and hear; is truth;
or, at least,

The Kingdom Of God

Do we live in two worlds, simultaneously;
or is this place a small part of the one?
Were we somehow created extemporaneously;
how did this reality become?

Many speak about the kingdom of God;
as though it were a separate place;
perhaps both, are like two

Normalcy

What is it, that we define as normal;
and what makes normal a test;
if it’s not etched in stone; it’s informal;
separated, from all of the rest.

What appears normal to one;
isn’t normal to another;
since this kingdom has begun;
a sister is abnormal

A Kiss Of Love

What is so special about an embrace;
what gives it a special appeal;
wrapped in arms; face touching face;
it’s a source of energy, surreal.

When we’re within the arms of another;
we share what sight, cannot see;
whether a friend, stranger, or lover;

The Death Of Love

I lie within my hammock of dreams;
on a dreary, starless night;
aware of contrasting story themes;
only my mind has sight.

Thoughts of voices, emit no sounds;
as darkness and light, collide;
a clash of a lightning strike, resounds;
with a story image, inside.

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Memoirs Of Love

Some would say, that I’ve lived a full life;
experiencing all the love, that is there;
others might point out the sorrows and strife;
while division and hate seem everywhere.

Physical life is a pilgrimage; dictated, above;
roses growing in the Master’s garden;
preparing life’

Thoughts Of Heaven

I envision a kingdom of infinite perfection;
where the night is as bright as the day;
a reality where all live under God’s protection;
devoid of all hate and decay.

It’s a world completely oblivious to time;
where change occurs upon choice;
rancor and hate

Stress Overload

I often wonder if I have what it takes;
feeling stress boiling inside;
I feel I have lost, in life’s sweepstakes;
as though a part of me died.

I seem to tire more easily every day;
daunted by the task, I face;
my purpose in life; is