Moonlight
& Destiny
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Moonlight softly illuminates
the glow of
bodies' skin;
Two lovers through a meadow dance
like petals
in the wind.
Your touch so warm, your kiss so sweet,
like that of
morning dew.
Your eyes, so fine, like crystal lakes
that mirror
Heaven's blue.
Your hand I hold, your heart I feel,
together we
are one,
Pursuing dreams of reverie
in the palace
of the sun.
The love we share is a timeless tale
of beauty in
its prime,
Like the eternal roar of the ocean's
rage,
exceeding sands
of time.
For within two hearts we share one
joy
of treasures
wished and cast;
The days of bliss, the emerald skies,
the fond memories
of the past.
So hand in hand we journey on
as if birds
across the sea,
Forever faithful in love's flight
on the wings
of destiny. |
Nothing Lasts Forever
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Our days on earth
we try
to find a bit of joy,
To hold within our
arms,
what time cannot
destroy.
Like petals in the wind,
we drift from here
to there,
Because nothing
lasts forever,
except for what
we share.
And even though we hold
a dream within each
heart,
It's in human nature's
way
to tear it all apart.
And so it is we strive
in faith to carry
on,
after all is said and done,
when all we've loved
is gone.
But if we can contain
some peace within
our mind,
Our heart will surely
follow,
and happiness we'll
find.
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Questions
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When we die, when the earth has
perished,
when there’s no more sky,
when the sun has faded,
will the heartbeat of Time still
carry on?
When the fish no longer swim, the
birds no longer sing,
what new world will the future bring?
Will the stars shine?
Will there be a dream sublime?
What will happen to mankind?
Another planet? Another Place?
Into the farthest reaches of outer
space?
Is there life elsewhere in which
to procreate?
Can we transcend and sway this mortal
fate?
In what dimension does God reside?
Do Heaven and Hell into realms divide?
Can science put the answers within
our reach?
Are we blinded in the faith of what
the religions preach?
Did life ascend from the hot and
deep –
from a warm little pond of primordial
seep?
So many questions, so few answers,
extrapolations made on the wings
of “chancers.”
These are the questions that I contemplate
deeply. |
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On
the Thresholds of Tommorrow
Writing down what comes to mind
sets the spirit free
when the shady gloom of reality
merges to ennui.
To reflect upon a moment,
a thought that comes to mind,
brings together memories of
a once upon a time.
Sometimes in my reflections,
I bring about a worldly change,
a tidal force of inspiration, say,
at first it seems so strange.
I am a burning man with visions
of complex configurations,
delving deeply within myself,
resurgent aspirations.
Love is not a feeling,
it's an emotion deep within,
visual stimulations,
the mind begins to spin
into a myriad interpretations,
of love and life and death,
when every moment is precious,
and so gentle is each breath.
The dawning of the sun
brings hope to each new day;
on the thresholds of tomorrow,
old things will pass away. |
The Quest For Prosperity
Up
from the ashes of primordial earth,
out
of the dust dawned human kind,
what’s
been discovered and thought to proceed,
all
but swayed by another find.
Astute
observations by of the mind of creation,
such
marvels we humans are,
inspired
to strive for the crowns of the master
beyond
the reaches the farthest star.
What
can be said of the surreal dreamers
who
envision the kingdoms to come,
from
the palace of earth to Centauri,
to
the beat of the proverbial drum.
Perhaps
we can inhabit the universe,
be
bred into the new theories of life,
commandeered
by the quest for prosperity
long-
lived through the eras of strife.
But
how can we as mice so small
usurp
pied pipers’ unreasons to rhyme
all
to the perils of our dead soldiers
left
strewn through the farces of time?
For
not even the stars live forever,
But
the dreams of mankind carry on,
held
hostage at the gates of eternity
which guard fast the
dimensions beyond.
In the Eyes of the
Beholder
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When I look into the heart of twilight,
when another day has
passed,
I see a spectrum of perspectives,
in colors fading fast.
To see the Mind of God,
or Mother Nature’s
magic wand,
You must ascertain your senses,
sort-out what’s
going on.
Every sunset is an inspiration;
each dawn an understanding,
The mind recalls a reality,
objectives notwithstanding.
Ten-thousand billion dimensions
exist right before your
eyes;
The total mass of Nothing
is the Master of Disguise.
It’s in the eyes of the beholder,
in the hands that hold
the grains;
It’s in the mind of those who capture
the domain of many reigns.
It’s the way that one interprets
each second of the display;
Nature’s raw-force powers;
the Beauty and the Decay.
It’s in the realms of hidden light –
what's really there
but barely seen –
Emanating its own truth
from the envisions of
a dream.
It’s in the heart of Inspiration,
from one’s own
point of view,
It’s all based upon the experience,
what it really means
to you. |
Moments
More To Go
I’m a soldier
that’s been living
entrenched behind the
scenes,
I’m the one that
can envision
and interpret all your
dreams.
No one’s ever
heard of me,
but I possess the gift
of skill,
latent are my talents,
ousted by the will.
Give me any theme or
topic,
any challenge I will
take,
applied to every dimension
where you claim to
have a stake.
I crown my rhymes with
Reason,
you’ve to understand
my flow;
it’s all based
upon Reality,
as all the world should
know.
I’m dedicated
to my cause,
for my mind has been
exposed
to all the things that
really matter,
note the fire in the
prose.
‘All the world’s
a stage’,
so let this player
roll,
off the hook of Inspiration,
with still
moments more to go .
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