A Younger Woman

A Younger Woman

A younger woman, recently caught my eye;
at a time, I felt unloved and lonely;
the passion; I could feel; nearly made me cry;
to her; I was aged and homely.

She was woman of a different generation;
certainly less than half my age;
nevertheless, I felt

In The Nick Of Time

In The Nick Of Time

Time always seems to have a hold on me;
directing where and when I can go;
time even decides when I can be free;
within time’s ebb and flow.

Nearly everyone lives by a time table;
it even determines when they sleep;
without time;

The Love Of My Life

The Love Of My Life

When I was young; I was too small;
no girl ever paid any attention;
compared to me; they all seemed tall;
I felt I was in another dimension.

Things changed slowly as I grew older;
I still felt, hopelessly. out of place;
as I grew

Tears Of Evil

Tears Of Evil

What are tears; and why do they flow;
they must serve an important service;
in what manner, do they make us grow;
they always serve a specific purpose.

Tears soak up toxins that reside within;
from the eyes they freely flow out;
removing the energies of hatred

My Passionate Lover

My Passionate Lover

Although I’d seen her a few times, before;
I had never looked into her eyes;
I could feel an energy; I could not ignore;
I felt she was an angel in disguise.

I cannot be certain just how that I know;
but I sensed an energy

The Mirage Of Doubt

The Mirage Of Doubt

Life is an infinite collage of energy;
imbued with conscious thought;
an artwork flowing through eternity;
through which love was brought.

Emotions were the passions, flowing;
the mercurial side of man;
certainty; a deep sense of knowing;
the conflict of can’t or can.

We all

Sentience

Sentience

Do all others see; what I see;
and feel whatever I feel;
do they think; much like me;
is all consciousness real?

Does sentience prove reality;
does a physical world exist;
is there a two world duality;
one, in which, we’re kissed?

How are all thoughts produced;
do

To Question God

To Question God

When life is wonderful; and all is well;
many graciously give God credit;
but, when that success, turns into hell;
those same people, regret it.

God is, to some, like a good luck charm;
who only deserves credit for the good;
by sending angels to keep us

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