I Can’t Help It
Recall those clever jokes we’d play;
only on our closest of friends?
It often was a fun way to pass each day;
and then, later on, make amends.
Wisdom comes later; with time passing;
as I see the sad look on her face;
I’
Poems about Reality
I Can’t Help It
Recall those clever jokes we’d play;
only on our closest of friends?
It often was a fun way to pass each day;
and then, later on, make amends.
Wisdom comes later; with time passing;
as I see the sad look on her face;
I’
Death’s Pardon
We are God’s cattle on a thousand hills;
which the devil thinks that he owns;
most of us overwhelmed by taxes and bills;
in debt for houses and long term loans.
We are the love that the Master created;
the highlights upon His masterpiece;
only by
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
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
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
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
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
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