Death approaches with each new day
I feel the coldness of its lips brush against my cheeks
As I watch loved ones grow old
See how bodies their wither
Even though this physical death is only of this dimension
And what lies within shall go on much further
A fear of death still pervades
And with another passing day Death has taken one step closer…
the winds rage
they are calling
as spirits do
when the universe is restless
for souls abound
across, around, in abundance
so is the way with the weather
these days
the winds
they are a calling
just as they are a blowing
flow, flow, flow, with the go or go with the flow. a question you have oft pondered in the years since you began…
to know to know, know, know, know, is what you’ve always sought…
to grow, to grow, to grow, grow, grow, grow, will only occur if you flow with the go and then you shall truly know…
the darkness creeps in from time to time
light ceases to exists
mere veils, these illusions try to hide
that which truly is
the mind it screeches to blot
the sun of light that pours from
the source
the connection deep within us
sighs for patience
has its moments
one day joy embraces of the purest
breath that fills our inner depth
and when that day comes
we shall see
how beauty never left
My dreams have been haunted.
Images of childhood.
Chasing me down.
I don’t feel down in my waking life.
But something in the recesses of my mind.
Is bubbling out.
I know not what they mean.
I shall be vigilant and keep the my faith that the journey
My higher self chose
Is exactly what I need
to Truly Be
Now
my my my
how it’s been some time
since i took the, well, uh time
to rhyme
so shall we rhyme?
or rhyme we shall?
i cannot tell
oh well
MUNCH, CRUNCH, LUNCHÂ
i’m a stress eater
when i’m stressed
my hunger is
insatiable!!!
munch, crunch, lunch
i’m a stress eater…
when i’m not stressed
my cup is always full
and i am sure not to let it overflow
the lid that holds the jam, jelly, or preserves of my brain
has once again jarred
and i had the same response
anger, euphoria, irritation, loss of short term memory…
although the lid is tighter than the last
i wonder why this has happened yet again
guess it’s time to slow down again
the mechanical animals creep at this time
some nose to end, others but a few feet apart
“creepin’ and crawlin’
snoop doggy doggin’ in the”
traffic and taking so long to get to the house
the deepest darkest place in my being
a place I once dwelled too often
is dark, but the realization has come
that it is still light
with its many shades of grey,
a lot of black,
and some white
but still: light
I have often asked
as many before me have:
why is there suffering?
now, I ask:
why do I feel so alive,
when I go to that deep, dark place
with its many shades of grey,
a lot of black,
and some white
but still: light
or
still: life…