Soulful Day

A soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be sad, and the sky is gray.
It can awake, to a spring rain.

The soul can be a beautiful thing.
It can smile at the laughter of a child.
It can cry at the thought of the past.

The soul is an amazing thing.
It is always growing, yet we do not feel it.
It is always moving yet it never leaves.

The soul is a confusing thing.
It can be happy when it is raining.
And sad when the sun is shining.

The soul is a constant thing.
It is always there ever present in the moment.
It never displays emotion until it is ready.

The soul has many descriptions.
But only the one you have is correct.
And the one they have is correct.

At the end of the day the soul does not rest.
It has to put the days thought and experiences in place.
And when you wake it takes on the face of another day.

The soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be happy or it can be sad.
It is beautiful and full of laughter.

The soul can cry and feel pain.
The soul can feel pain and bounce back again.
The soul is our guide in life if we let it.

The soul is a troubling thing.
The soul is an amazing thing.
The soul is a confusing thing.
Yet the soul is a constant thing.

How else would we see our day?



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Long Path Home

Peddles of Roses.
Sent of Lilac.
The cup of a Tulip.
The trumpet of the Petunia.
The radiance of the Marigold.

The long path home.
The winding of the road love.
The tall hill to the spirit.
The straight road of trouble.

The sunset in the ocean.
The mirror of the lake.
The running of a stream.
The trickle of the creek.

The love of a woman.
The gentleness of a man.
The inocence of  child.
The agony of death.

The song from the heart.
The glow of the soul.
The magic of the mind.
The words of the poet.

The days end.
The setting sun.
The shadow of darkness.
The sleep of an angel.


Acts Of A Human

Look into the heart.
Look into the mind.
Look into the soul.

A heart of love.
A mind of doubt.
A soul of conflict.

Look into man.
Look into woman.
Look into child.

A man wants power.
A woman wants acceptance.
A child judges no one or nothing.

Look into the eyes.
Look at the hands.
Look at the legs.

The eyes see the quest before them.
The hands show the signs of work.
The legs become week from age.

Look into the heart.
Look into the mind.
Look into the soul.

Give the heart peace.
Give the mind love.
Give the soul eternity.

Look at life.
Look at death.
Look at birth

All are related.
You are born.
You live.
And then you die.

Look into the mind.
Look into the heart.
Look into the soul.

The soul gives the heart desire.
The heart gives the mind love.
The mind of the heart and soul give Life.

And life is love of heart and soul.
The mind is to remember the life  of the heart and soul.

Cheating Life

I looked Death in the eye.
His boney fingers wrapped around the scythe.
The hood hid his face.
His other hand pointed at me and I felt his cold breath.

I pushed him away.
I said no in my mind.
Not today, not until I am ready.
His fingers fell to his side.

I cheated Death that day.
But I feel his cold breath on my neck.
I feel him following me everywhere I go.
I can feel his cold stare.

Death is just around the corner.
It lingers in the night.
Watching for you make a mistake.
Death does not discriminate.

Death can come swiftly.
Or it can come slowly.
As one who lye’s  on a dying bed suffering.
Or the one shot in war.

Death does not like to be cheated.
And Death does not know right from wrong.
Death points at you and his hand lay’s on your shoulder.
Then you can feel the cold hard earth that is your grave.

Death follows everyone.
Death is there behind that door.
Death is everywhere.
Death has your number.

Do not cheat Death.
For Death will follow you.
You will feel the cold breath,
And the damp cold grave.
The stone will be engraved with your name.
You will just be another soul perished from time.
Death will make sure that you travel to that dark damp place.
Death’s breath will chill the back of your neck.
Death’s breath will haunt you in your dreams.

Death neither lives.
Nor does Death die.
Death lives for one purpose only.
And Death does the job very well.

Do not cheat Death.
You may not cheat Death again.
Some people have cheated Death more than once.
Death follows and so does the cold wind of the grave.

Death lives for no one.
And everyone fears the Reaper.



Love comes to those who look for it.
It overcomes all tragedy.
People want it.
Everyone needs it.

Can you give love?
Is it in your heart?
Is it in your soul?
Is it on your mind?

Songs are written about it.
Books tell the story of it.
Religious Books are full of it.
Movies show it.

Love comes to all who seek it.
Love is not jealous or mean.
Love ask nothing of another.
Love seeks all who need it.

Do you Love?
Will You Love?
Have you loved?
Are you loved?

Love is a beautiful thing.
They say it is in the Air.
They say if fills the heart.
Love is all and love asks for nothing.
But Love itself.


Out of nowhere you came to me.

Out of darkness you made it light.

Out of sadness you made me smile.


I remember you very well.

You took my heart in your hands.

You loved me and gave me strength.


You smiled and I felt warm inside.

You kissed my wounds and I was healed

You touched me and I was whole.


You spoke and I understood.

You walked and I followed.

You showed me the way.


You gave me rest.

And I found freedom.

You let me believe and I was saved.


You forgave me.

And I cried.

You died and I was found.


You gave me everything.

And I praise your name.

When all was lost you were there.


When everything was dark.

You brought me into the light

And I believe in you.

You said that because I did I will be forgiven.


That is all I need.

Nothing more.

Just you.