Everything

Who turned out the light of my life;
exited from it’s stage;
who removed my loving wife;
and turned another life’s page?

Who brought down the stage curtain;
brought about the end to our song;
what about the future is certain;
and how can I just play along?

Evaporating World

The world I grew up in, has gone away;
only some traces of it still remain;
just remnants of past are here today;
and everything else has history’s disdain.

For reality is much like a vapor;
a morning fog covering the ground;
before its enjoyment, we savor;
much can

Giving

What is the difference between love and care?
They’re somewhat different inside;
many think they’ll find love anywhere;
care usually runs to hide.

Both care and love tend to be selfish;
we want to receive more than we give;
and yet, such thinking is foolish;
for it’s

Ghost

A ghost is a shadowy humanoid mist;
an energy being called the soul;
creating a body; the soul enlists;
making the physical be whole.

Once we see it; we hold our breath;
the ghost may be a lost husband or wife;
though it’s thought as a symbol of death;

For The Thirsty

Give drink to those who thirst;
for that drink is life, itself;
consider no stranger accursed;
we need look out for all else.

The drink they seek is not water;
it is the knowledge of life to begin;
a drink empowered by the Father;
and they’ll never thirst again.

Forget The Past

We must always forget the past;
that’s where all the garbage goes;
none of it’s meant to last;
like the snot on the end of your nose.

We take pictures so we’ll remember,
events from a long time ago;
but thoughts from a forgotten September,
are irrelevant

Deception

We are, each of us, reality actors,
playing our roles on a stage;
coming to terms with all factors,
interchanging energies to engage.

Energies of thought created all;
devised by light force projection;
but, much of it we don’t recall;
so deep is this world’s deception.

Twenty years

Deeper Feelings

I felt my internal makeup, changing;
something happened I can’t explain;
thoughts of my soul; rearranging;
like being pelted by falling rain.

This “rain” was not even wet;
an energy; I don’t understand;
a higher realm of energy; beget;
adhering to Love’s demand.

I’d always felt

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