Time Doesn't March

Time Doesn’t March

Happy New Year; or so they say;
it feels just like any other;
Time has brought us another day;
it seems like Yesterday’s brother.

The sun rises; then eventually sets;
we’d be surprised, if it didn’t;
another New Year; time begets;
and, we’

Till The End Of Time

Till The End Of Time

Tho most don’t know it; time is a king;
the ruler throughout physical nature;
commander and ruler of everything;
others’ titles are mere nomenclature.

Time determines when we awaken;
and when we go to sleep;
it determines when dawn is breaking;
and, how long

The Victims

The Victims

Hardship has always been a season of life;
no one born can escape its throes;
wisdom outlines all reasons for strife;
necessity demands it’s imposed.

Life cannot be measured by material success;
materiality exists, but a season;
the Master insists we all face duress;
love is the

The Verbal Sculptor

The Verbal Sculptor

Destiny has made me a sculptor of thought;
creating the Master’s messages of love.
But how can a sculptor create what ought;
with words that were crafted above?

How does one choose from the hardest stone,
to carve out an ediface of thought?
Does the Master

The Unfinished Poem

The Unfinished Poem

Often I’m a poet who talks too much;
perhaps it’s how it’s all designed;
maybe, with reality, I’m out of touch;
with too much to say, on my mind.

I attempt to boldly say what I think;
but, there is too much to

The Ugly Caterpillar

The Ugly Caterpillar

The Master was creator of all living things;
but the caterpillar seems the most ugly;
his appearance was not what beauty brings;
and, no one could say he was cuddly.

To many observers, he was called a worm;
crawling around, appeared his duty;
but, only by death,

The Tyranny Of Memory

The Tyranny Of Memory

Memory is a merciless master;
commanding my rapt attention;
focusing on my every disaster;
while hiding in another dimension.

Memory is never seen; nor heard;
but makes its presence known;
despite seeming somewhat blurred;
often appearing when I’m alone.

Memory often has hate on its

The Unpardonable Sin

The Unpardonable Sin

Much is written of the unpardonable sin;
as tho the Lord can only go so far;
such a concept seems unpardonable; to begin;
that God has a limit, seems bizarre.

We were instructed by the Master not to judge;
we ignore it; because we can’t see;

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