REALITY

The Blabbermouth

Some just don’t know when to quit;
even secrets tend to come out;
whatever comes to mind; they tell it;
the consummate blabbermouth.

Rarely are they held in high regard;
nevertheless; we all listen;
whether by phone; or in the backyard;
we’re captives, in their prison.

The Ethereal Connection 2

Our current life is lived as illusion;
a hologram staging life dreams;
death doesn’t bring life’s conclusion;
physicality, is only light streams.

Every soul is connected to the Master;
in a conversation, we call a prayer;
turning to God; at the first sign of

Who Will Comfort The Lonely?

Many eventually will reside in solitude;
especially, when later in years;
some,living alone, and eating dog food;
drinking to drown their tears.

Some have money; although not a lot;
many of them, live day-to-day;
some would be considered a have-not;
they

Transcendence

It seems like more than a lifetime ago;
there was a world that used to be;
a land covered by grass and then snow;
and, all that the eye could see.

That world is now become the past;
a new one; superimposed, upon.
Why can’t that old one,

The Summation Of Dreams

Life is the aggregate, summation of dreams;
of what we’re born to be;
droplets of water, in flowing streams;
one of those droplets is me.

Dreams are the manuscripts, all of us write;
the blueprint sketched in our mind;
dreaming of futures; each sleepless night;

I Am An Empath

I am an empath; as I’ve recently learned;
inhaling the feelings of others;
it’s only a gift; it cannot be earned;
a link to all sisters and brothers.

It’s a mysterious energy; most surreal;
whether it be love, or wrath;
the feelings of

The Dog-Eat-Dog World

I awaken in a world of adverse competition;
laced with universal corruption;
the love of God; replaced with ambition;
the image of a volcanic eruption.

Daily, I can feel such pressures within;
feeling the intense pains of age;
sometimes, I don’t know where to

Yesterday’s Memories

I long for a future; made up of the past;
I’ve little interest in tomorrow;
past memories; are all that will last;
when joy exceeded sorrow.

Those memories of past, have no rival;
slowly fading, as I grow old;
I need those thoughts for survival;
those