REALITY

God’s Command

God is behind all our good deeds;
we’re merely his hands and feet;
God is the provider of all our needs;
He’s where love and reality meet.

God is the consumate lord of duty;
leaving no stone unturned;
creation testifies to love’s beauty;
giving

Who I Am !

I am a caterpillar; holed up in my coccoon;
stepped on; by an angry foe;
sometimes I long to return to the womb;
for I’m lonely; with no place to go.

I’m the eagle, majestically taking wing;
ready to soar high above;
envying the robin;

Pictures With Sound

Words are pictures to express thought;
gently pushed by a prevailing wind;
conflicting winds allow them to talk;
words dominion has no end.

Thoughts generate words to make reality;
light makes it all be complete;
creation fashions a most complex plurality;
consciousness makes it unique.

Thoughts are

If Words Were Physical?

What if words were to be a physical being;
could they inhabit a physical reality;
thoughts becoming people from an unseen;
living in simultaneous duality.

If words were physical; they’d occupy space;
until there was no place left to go;
every word would become a

28 Thousand Yesterdays

Why must we focus on yesterday;
it’s even been storied in song;
why can’t we focus on only today;
since yesterday’s already gone.

I’ve lived 28 thousand yesterdays;
when will I ever be able to learn;
none will return and come my way;

The Passions Of Yesterday

Why must I always long for the past;
cannot my loves forever dwell?
Passions should be destined to last;
not cast into a memory hell.

Love is a fog; a memory, I’ve missed;
within me; it dwelt one day;
remembering when we passionately kissed;
oh,

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Looking Back On Yesterday

How can I look back on yesterday;
I once had called it tomorrow;
after that came; it became today;
now, it’s a memory of sorrow.

Yesterday was once my future;
surely I’d bask in success;
today, I’m more like a moocher;
with a