Secrets We Hide

Secrets We Hide

Most of us live lives of mystery;
not wanting others to know;
hidden secrets become our history;
not allowing our souls to grow.

Perfection is a stern taskmaster;
demanding truth must abide;
instead; most of us invite disaster;
due to the secrets we hide.

We often live

Lightning Strikes

Lightning Strikes

When I was young; I lived in the present;
ignoring the future or past;
an Autumn breeze; it all seemed so pleasant;
I thought it, always, would last.

And yet, even then; reality interrupted;
lightning would strike; unexpected;
my peace, disturbed; destiny corrupted;
barriers to my future, erected.

Grip Of Addiction

Grip Of Addiction

We’re all adrift upon life’s raging seas;
constantly tossed, hither and yon;
frequently driven down to our knees;
begging that all trials be gone.

Frequently challenged to our very limit;
while seeking another way out;
seas keep tossing, and we are within it;
and that’

Reaping The Whirlwind

Reaping The Whirlwind

I have very little to say today;
thoughts no longer flow free;
cowardly censors; having their way;
it’s truth; they fear we’ll see.

They invent a term; disinformation;
of which they are the kings;
our silence precludes illumination;
it’s darkness; censorship brings.

Spitting out

A Perfect Language

A Perfect Language

What’s it like in a perfect garden;
how, with others, do we speak?
Love, never requires any pardon;
making heaven very unique.

Yet; how did we ever communicate;
in a kingdom of thought; alone;
reality devoid of arrogance or hate;
with Love; seated on the throne.

God's Choice

God’s Choice

Have I lived too long; just waiting to die;
each sunrise has lost all appeal;
will I see a sunset that makes me cry;
or believe the illusion is real?

We all must have people around us;
a serious purpose to live for;
a problem designed to

The Final Chapter

The Final Chapter

How can a thought, make you cry;
and another thought give you pain;
its only thought, on which we rely;
and, how does loss cause us gain?

Life is the great mystery of perplexity;
consciousness can’t be explained;
with seasons of physical complexity;
when energy becomes

The Ferris Wheel

The Ferris Wheel

There’s a most spectacular carnival ride;
an enormous wheel; turned on its end;
carrying passengers, on seating, inside;
rotating; allowing they rise and descend.

Upon their reaching its ultimate height;
they’re given a view of a world below;
it’s a most memorable, spectacular sight;

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