Heaven

There is a place called tomorrow;
and we will all reach it someday;
on its wisdom we all can borrow;
for tomorrow was yesterday.

There is a future called yesterday;
and also; a today called tomorrow;
in heaven, yesterday will stay that way;
and today is the burial plot of

Perchance To Dream

What is it that prompts me to dream;
what triggers make it seem devout?
What is it that causes something to seem,
to be something worth dreaming about?

We usually think dreams begin from within;
deep thoughts lingering on the mind;
but I doubt that’s where most dreams begin;

The Flowers Among The Weeds

In the midst of the weeds at the end of my yard;
was a large yellow clump of flowers;
their brilliant color just seemed to bombard,
all the weeds with bright yellow showers.

I didn’t quite know just what they were;
but beautiful was certainly their name;
and all

Flowers Floating Downstream

I gazed at a stream that gently flowed by;
a wildflower, floating atop it’s surface;
prompting me to consider reasons why;
the reasons for life; it’s deeper purpose.

From where did that wildflower come;
and how did it catch my eye?
It’s existance in this life, nearly

A Man In A Raincoat

I feel like a man in a raincoat;
only my naked soul, inside;
guarded by a drawbridge and moat;
feeling I’ve something to hide.

Unapproachable; guarded from others;
feelings not wanting to share;
guarding myself from all lovers;
not believing there’s someone to care.

My raincoat has served

The Measure Of A Man

When we consider how a man is measured;
Samson most often comes to mind;
for his physical strength was treasured;
but is that how a man is defined?

King David, from the Bible, lauded;
with a sling, he challenged a giant;
when he won, he was richly applauded;
for he

To Be

There is a place called reality;
most have never known;
a place where only mind can see;
by thought; and thought alone.

It extends for all eternity;
contained within it’s midst;
all that mind’s eye can see;
and all that eyes have missed.

Thought creates within his realm;

Words

Actions speak louder than any word;
for words are nothing but air;
I know this sounds quite absurd;
but words never go anywhere.

They simply drift off and sail with the breeze;
randomly floating in any direction;
whether forced out, or spoken with ease;
sometimes in anger; other times, affection.

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