Exposed

The words were woven innocently
Yet left the meaning exposed
Such is the mind of a poet
Such is poetry

Invoke II
02/04/2016


If beholden to a higher power indeed
Invoke the Almighty in your hour of need
Let us make only two wishes, that
If granted, be those of knowledge and death

The former, while we must live
Be constructive, and of ourselves give
The latter, the departure of our soul
At its earliest, join the almighty fold

Love is......


Effortless.         Emotion
Holding     hands
The very thought of someone, brings a smile
Doing something for someone, makes them smile
The slightest touch, causes shivers of pleasure
To silently and selflessly care for someone
Longing   to   be   with   someone
Aching to be with someone
Being apart hurts
Brings tears of joy
Tears when apart

Living in the Moment
12/30/2018

Since we only live in the moment,
A moment is all we have
So why don't we use this moment
To live the utmost we can

Moments past are gone
So let's not dwell on them
Moments yet to come
Are still non-existent

Those we wish to remember
Or wish to be remembered
Then let each moment count
And become a moment ourselves

Nothing makes Sense
03/17/2019

As all ENDINGS, MUST have a BEGINNING
For GOOD to exist, EVIL is inherent
TORTURED MIND demands reasoning
EFFECT is visible, so what was the CAUSE

What was the CAUSE
What was the CAUSE

Lay my head down, in
The comfort of PEACE
HARMONY and SERENITY

A Conversation with Self
05/23/2019

....on my way to the Pearly Gates

Any moment now
Tick tock
Boy I'm jumpy
Nervous!
Weird thoughts
rummaging
Should I smile
Stand straight
Rumpled clothes
Should have ironed
Too late
Who cares
I do
Now!

Up elevator or down
If I could have done things differently
You want to go thru these issues now
What a trickster
There's no one else
No one to row the boat -
to take me to the judgement hall
What? No lynching horde to filet my bones
Am I to be the judge and jury as well

Naked are my deeds
Fear has me in its vice

Shelf-life
07/02/2019

Everything
has an expiry date


P.S.   chronicled in the annals of Creation