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"Nture's Mysteries
Samuel E. Stone 

Glow In The Darkness


Mysterious essence within the dark night,
consumes the spirit, seizing earthly souls,
radiating a ghostly glow that is ever bright,
victims fall prey, taking their mortal toll.

Insecurities linger in dark infested fears,
often causing one to tremble and shake,
gasping for air as we shed a humble tear,
lying there all alone, yet so wide awake.

The night air is filled with a cold chill,
hear the howling of the wind in the air,
nothing to chance not even our own will,
raging emotions and feelings, no one cares.

Curled up in a blanket laying on the bed,
a helpless feeling overshadows the mind,
wondering if your alive or already dead,
lost in the forgotten passage of endless time.

Comprehending so little in this world we live,
souls tormented, plagued with a burning desire,
earthly thoughts absorbed in hearts that forgive,
brings the hope of peace in the land of raging fire.

From Lace to Grace


The precious moments of long ago,
swallow up in the corridors of time,
where desires like wildfires flowed,
thoughts and illusions of the mind.

Excitement growing with each day,
the glittering rays of the warm sun,
wondering what was coming our way,
ack then everything was such fun.

Experiencing each new beginning,
brought joyful minutes, every hour,
life was a game with passing innings,
but over the course of time it devours.

Gone is the suspense of yesterdayfs past,
as we awake to all the aches and pains,
for nothing of this world is made to last,
as we sit reminiscing in the pouring rain.

Recalling the moments of fun and love,
the precious fantasy of satin and lace,
we give thanks the good Lord up above,
for bestowing this life with all itfs grace.

Drifting Like A Star


Stars in the heaven drifting across the sky,
the moon full, round with an amber glow,
on earth we gaze, pondering all the whys,
night winds swirl with an ever warm flow.

Mysteries of the universe, stories yet told,
hidden within the prismatic essence of night,
meek and humble yet in exploration so bold,
searching to discover the secrets of the light.

Moments of yesterdays just can not compare,
each new experience brings mindful rapture,
captivating sounds, colors so vivid and rare,
gone in an illusion of time we canft capture.

Spirits held within a physically weak form,
minds filled with emotions a constant rage,
lifefs excitement makes our blood run warm,
wefre trapped alone within our human cage.

To enjoy life, ourselves we must truly give,
endless motion drifting like the stars up high,
consumed in being allows us to finally live,
peace of spirit for in the end, we all shall die.

A Haunting Reality


The shadows lingering in the passing light,
as colorful sunsets end with shades of gray,
bringing with it the onset of a lonely night,
one wants to stay close, afraid to even stray.

Mysteries of life and death in the cold dark,
create confusion which holds a piecing fear,
surrounded yet suddenly, alone in the park,
never knowing whether to run or shed a tear.

Hearts pound with a loud, quick paced beat,
mighty wind howling in the cold chilled air,
frozen still, unable to even move your feet,
grasping to hold on and not be lost in despair.

Shadows prancing, dancing upon the wall,
casting monsters and demons from our mind,
such hideous ghostly figures stand ever tall,
spirits of the darkness lost in endless time.

Any given night can hold the anguish and pain,
thoughts stewing within our own mortal plane,
transcends from reality wondering if we are sane,
while in the darkness we fall victims to our shame.

Transcending Delight


A bottle of Chardonnay on a soft moonlit night
just the words we say, sets the mood just right.
In the arms of your love, the sound of music plays,
truly a gift from up above, tantalizing in so many ways.
Sharing as one is so fine, flames fluttering all a blaze,
devouring passion and desire, together lost in lovefs maze.
Shadows dance on the wall, brings harmony to the soul,
feeling as if you have it all, eases hardships mortal toll.
wo lives become as one, as spirits transcends a new,
when itfs all said and done, beneath the sky ever so blue.

Simple Yet Profound


Bird in flight, gracefully soars,
sight, outside our doors.
Grazing deer, upon the grass,
alert with fear, a feeding task.
Squirrel in play, scampering about,
just their way, often they shout.
Even rabbits too, getting their share,
under the sky of blue, without a single care.
Nature surrounds, being all it can be,
simple yet profound, but do we even see?

Love and Devotion


Upon the glorious morning light,
the warm misty shadows of love,
shines a reflective beautiful sight,
surely a gift from heavens above.

Many years have come and gone,
our love grows ageless with time,
some how it doesnft seem that long,
Ifm still yours and youfre still mine.

Treasured moments we have so many,
everything we touch appears as gold,
love itself has given us life of plenty,
desires gentle kiss to passion so bold.

Rainbow over head could be an illusion,
een in the rose colored glasses we wear,
our life is full without all the confusion,
knowing we always have our love to share.

Two hearts in love filled with emotion,
in an empty world of power and greed,
survival depends on trust and devotion,
two hearts fulfill each others basic need.

Lost Enchantment


Green grass appears as a blanket on the ground,
full and rich leaving footsteps with each step,
the chirping of singing birds heard all around,
morning dew leaves the grass sparkling and wet.

High up above are aqua shades of deep blue,
with scattered cloud formations in the sky,
the brightness of the sun brings the day anew,
shadows dance on the trees no one wonders why.

Enchanted beauty before our very eyes each day,
passing from our sight without even being seen,
caught up with schedules and tasks along our way,
itfs no wonder that our society often acts so mean.

Birds of flight, in the sky they gracefully soar,
squirrels in play always scamping here and there,
not noticing their frolic as we run to the door,
on the move, on the run going who knows where.

Moments disappear, lost in the warmth of the sun,
the enchantment of the day, the romance of night,
sadly when your life is lived , well then itfs done,
when itfs over hopefully then youfll see the light.

Choices and Consequences


All the yesterdays turn into tomorrow,
traveling the corridors of passing time,
where each moment we merely borrow,
forgetting to say grace before we dine.

A whirlwind of energy then itfs gone,
disappearing in the darkness of night,
our lost youth for which we often long,
even memories begin to fade from sight.

Mystery and intrigue yet nothing last,
not the romance or the sensual desire,
once we lived in the future now the past,
passion flows turns to a smoldering fire.

The uncertainty of the unknown we fear,
as we each travel down lifefs lonely path,
joys and happiness to sadness and tears,
our indiscretions we fear Almightyfs wrath.

Choices and consequences is how we live,
with impulsive decisions made each day,
to often our greed doesnft allow us to give,
the complexity involved in our human way.

Another Day


Dance beneath the trees,
give thanks under the sun,
in awe upon bended knees,
dawning of a new day begun.

Sky of endless blue over head,
warm gentle breeze in the air,
some live while others are dead,
wonders exist for those who dare.

Passing the corridors of time,
so much to see, so much to do,
nothing is really yours or mine,
except spirits of hearts so true.

Complex or simple it can be,
choices we each have to make,
to stay and fight or simply flee,
choices to make without a break.

Thankful each day we are here,
enjoying what nature bestows,
trying to co-exist without fear,
love and honor there to behold.

Angelic Love


Once upon a mountain top so high,
way above all the busy city lights,
you can touch the stars in the sky,
a wondrous setting on a clear night.

One feels so small looking at it all,
gazing out watching a twinkling star,
it streaks across the sky and then falls,
seemingly so close yet itfs ever so far

Summertime when the breeze is warm,
the mountain air is so fresh and clean,
in darkness the bees no longer swarm,
by moonlight deer feeding ever so lean.

The beauty of nature there to behold,
land consumed by enchanted dreams,
stories of love and beauty yet to unfold,
far away from the cityfs greedy schemes.

The mountain is a gift from God above,
an endearing peaceful place one can go,
such a pristine setting created out of love,
where we can discover how little we know.

A Stormy Night


The raindrops came pouring down,
from the darken sky of gray above,
covering the ground and all around,
on a branch perched a morning dove.

The cold wind howled in the chilly air,
as lightening rods lit up the dawnfs sky,
the thunder, roared as loud as it dared,
while frighten children hoped not to die.

Nature can show itfs power and might,
in itfs raw beauty and awesome force,
wonders of which becomes such a sight,
lighting the sky with the electrical force.

A storm can hold a haunting illusion,
as shadows dance upon the pale wall,
mixed emotions filled with confusion,
where demons rise and fall ever so tall.

Raging weather, so full and complete,
in the darkness of night they are born,
each storm of itself is ever so unique,
lonely battle ground so wet and torn.

A Drop of Rain


Clouds of darken grey covering the sky,
as a cold, sharp wind just begins to blow,
for some reason we never wonder why,
so much we see, yet so little we know.

Lives suspended in a single drop of rain,
falling from the sky into the vast ocean,
in the darkness one feels the eternal pain,
cherished moments of love and devotion.

Spring showers turn to winterfs storms,
running here and there not knowing where,
college students party in their lonely dorms,
the little we know, we often forget to share.

Lightening streaks with a sudden bright flash,
followed by the thunderfs unmistakable roar,
minds and spirits, love and hate forever clash,
the rain continues to beat with an endless pour.

Just a single drop of rain for you, and me,
bewildered by the life we often try to lead,
reflecting on what is or might come to be,
never hearing Mother Naturefs silent plead.

A Fragile Cry


A gentle breeze in the warm Spring air,
high up in an old tree a song bird sings,
the sights and sounds of nature to share,
as a bald eagle soars spreading his wings.

Captivating moments of rapture and peace,
beneath vast skies of deep penetrating blue,
relishing hearts desiring hopefs new lease,
as naturefs splendor blends Spirits ever true.

The air holds the essence of a new Spring,
itfs tantalizing aroma we can almost taste,
such an enhanced memorizing effect it brings,
we forget wefre responsible for all the waste.

Claiming progress wefve devoured the
land,
done without meaning or purposeful intent,
worried about power, riches, and onef s tan,
not wanting to see the damage we pretend.

The coming of new Spring reminds us all,
of the magnificent splendor of naturef s past,
the elegance, the beauty, an evergreen so tall,
but if we do not learn sadly it will never last.

A Grain of Sand


A single grain of sand,
in the hourglass of time,
wandering across the land,
complexity within the mind.

Stumbling in utter confusion,
self-worth canft be bought,
caught up in societyfs illusion,
forgetting our young are taught.

Life is so simple by design,
basic truths along the way,
our greed tends to confine,
bringing sadness to the day.

In a simple grain of sand,
our secrets it can often hid,
never any underlying plan,
coming and going in the tide.

Pleasure there to behold,
trusting hearts that endure,
without greed stories told,
of lovefs pleasure so pure.

A Halloween Night


On a cold, dark, dreary night,
with wind howling in the air,
ghostly shadows such a fright,
walking the path if you dare.

Step by step, feeling the chill,
blinded by night covering fog,
a haunted house ever so still,
in the meadow near the bog.

Rickety steps under your feet,
heart pounding, racing in fear,
dead spirits, wanting to meet,
so real you know theyfre near.

Opening with a creaky sound,
just inside the intensity grew,
with a chill feeling all around,
then, suddenly, you just knew.

The house was haunted indeed,
goose bumps covered your skin,
spirits raged above your plead,
Halloween night you canft win.

A Haunting Reality


The shadows lingering in the passing light,
as colorful sunsets end with shades of gray,
bringing with it the onset of a lonely night,
one wants to stay close, afraid to even stray.

Mysteries of life and death in the cold dark,
create confusion which holds a piecing fear,
surrounded yet suddenly, alone in the park,
never knowing whether to run or shed a tear.

Hearts pound with a loud, quick paced beat,
mighty wind howling in the cold chilled air,
frozen still, unable to even move your feet,
grasping to hold on and not be lost in despair.

Shadows prancing, dancing upon the wall,
casting monsters and demons from our mind,
such hideous ghostly figures stand ever tall,
spirits of the darkness lost in endless time.

Any given night can hold the anguish and pain,
thoughts stewing within our own mortal plane,
transcends from reality wondering if we are sane,
while in the darkness we fall victims to our shame.

A Means of Survival


Overwhelmed just wanting to scream,
heart racing in a fit of anxiety and rage,
meanness lurking with all itfs schemes,
Spirit trapped in societyfs ill gotten cage.

Wefve been there from one time to another,
dancing, prancing at the end of our rope,
lost without our love, or sister or brother,
herefs a secret of survival so one can cope.

Close your eyes, envision a peaceful sight,
take a slow deep breath, trying to hold it in,
picture a gentle stream, a bird in flight,
relax, relax, soothing thoughts of the mind.

Cherished memories of loving moments in time,
telling yourself, relax, relax, relax, a gentle flow,
relax, relax, relax, soft music heard in your mind,
your mind and body goes to a safe place you know.

Birds soaring high and free across the blue sky,
crystal clear water flowing gently down the stream,
relax, relax, relax, breath in without a care of why,
anxiety transcends to a warm comfortable dream.

A Moment In The Sun


Wandering the path of endless
dreams,
in search of true contentment and peace,
we encounter obstacles in many things,
each step is a struggle for a new lease.

Blessing hidden in a cloud of greed,
blinded by all our wants of right now,
obscuring the vision of what we need,
lost in a maze, just not knowing how.

Some say as you grow old you mature,
with age comes the wisdom of the years,
young and old, to survive we must endure,
and not drown in lifefs unwanted tears.

Mountain to valleys searching for a sign,
never satisfied with who or what we are,
maybe on our death the light will define,
until then, we search both near and far.

Life, is but a moment under the sun,
to be cherished in a very special way,
when itfs over itfs all said and done,
passing in time just like another day.

A Moonlit Night


Once upon a moonlit night,
a distant howl, a wolffs cry,
stars twinkle, such a sight,
live and die, wonder why.

We see but yet do not know,
traveling in the cycle we live,
moon shines a yellow glow,
we donft know how to give.

Shadows dance upon the wall,
for yesterday we shed a tear,
the ghostly figures ever so tall,
but tomorrow is what we fear.

If we knew what we know now,
there be no mistakes of the past,
but we stumble and fall on how,
the only certainty is nothing last.

Moonlit night finding our way,
darkness consumes the very path,
unsure if wefll see another day,
or become prey to naturefs wrath.

A Nickel To A Dime


From just a nickel to a dime,
working each and everyday,
ladder of success we climb,
it is the nature of our way.

Rising so early before five,
days and weeks are planned,
for work is how we survive,
buying our house and land.

Importance of material things,
struggling to make ends meet,
it might be easier with wings,
by nightfall wefre often beat.

Making a living can be so hard,
work all day and into the night,
evil lurking keeps us on guard,
in darkness searching for light.

Counting pennies a means to cope,
while trying some get rich schemes,
but as long as we work there is hope,
in the treasure of tomorrowfs dreams.

A Place of Oneness


Graceful beauty of birds in flight,
soaring across the vast sky so blue,
their ease of perfection just so right,
dawnfs early light fresh and so new.

The wind has a warm gentle flow,
song birds singing without a care,
world of mystery, little we know,
within naturefs embrace we share.

Shadowy sunlight casting from trees,
fragrance of Spring flowers abound,
hearing the gentle rustle of the leaves,
creatures of nature appear on around.

Deer grazing in the bedewed grass,
squirrels scampering, here to there,
gateway to the future from the past,
tranquility in motion, we just stare.

Waters cascading down the rocky fall,
a mystery of solitude cradled in time,
evergreen trees erect reaching so tall,
harmony and oneness to onefs mind.

A Shooting Star


Down the road, around the bend,
the yesterdays turn to tomorrow,
but this is now and that was then,
essence of time is only borrowed.

Moments captured from the past,
lingers in memories of our mind,
for all comes and goes not to last,
moving through corridors of time.

Over the mountain, across the field,
through valleys of iniquity we roam,
living life without a protective shield,
searching for a place to call our own.

Action and reaction, come and go,
fueled by feelings of true emotion,
precious moments lost in the flow,
hearts sad yet filled with devotion.

Shooting star streaks across the sky,
itfs radiance a rare sight to behold,
then it fades as if to say it just dies,
the end comes after the story is told.
A Shooting Star

Down the road, around the bend,
the yesterdays turn to tomorrow,
but this is now and that was then,
essence of time is only borrowed.

Moments captured from the past,
lingers in memories of our mind,
for all comes and goes not to last,
moving through corridors of time.

Over the mountain, across the field,
through valleys of iniquity we roam,
living life without a protective shield,
searching for a place to call our own.

Action and reaction, come and go,
fueled by feelings of true emotion,
precious moments lost in the flow,
hearts sad yet filled with devotion.

Shooting star streaks across the sky,
itfs radiance a rare sight to behold,
then it fades as if to say it just dies,
the end comes after the story is told.

A Stormy Night


The raindrops came pouring down,
from the darken sky of gray above,
covering the ground and all around,
on a branch perched a morning dove.

The cold wind howled in the chilly air,
as lightening rods lit up the dawnfs sky,
the thunder, roared as loud as it dared,
while frighten children hoped not to die.

Nature can show itfs power and might,
in itfs raw beauty and awesome force,
wonders of which becomes such a sight,
lighting the sky with itfs electrical force.

A storm can hold a haunting illusion,
as shadows dance upon the pale wall,
mixed emotions filled with confusion,
where demons rise and fall ever so tall.

Raging weather, so full and complete,
in the darkness of night they are born,
each storm of itself is ever so unique,
earthfs battle ground so wet and torn.

A Victim of Me   
 Each blessed with a new day,
 awaking to wants and dreams,
 desires control our very way,
 victims of individual schemes.
 
 Always wanting is how we live,
 for we got to have this or that,
 sometimes we just forget to give,
 living not knowing where were at.
 
 Beauty of nature forever surrounds,
 there before our eyes we never see,
 nor hear the wondrous wild sounds,
 busy thinking of the one called gmeh.
 
 We travel lifefs path all alone,
 for riches of silver and gold,
 never hearing naturefs tones,
 lost in a crowd, no one to hold.
 
 Not seeing that which is there,
 simple joys of children at play,
 happiness would be every where,
 thoughts about others might stay. 

 A Tear
 

 A single teardrop falls,
 in the silence of night,
 surrounded by the walls,
 can bring such a fright.
 
 Children asleep in bed,
 all so nestled and warm,
 fantasies in their heads,
 parents restless and worn.
 
 Life is a never ending test,
 struggling through the day,
 all one can do is their best,
 hardship seen along the way.
 
 One step forward, two back.
 Like a river the bills do flow,
 laboring not allowed to slack,
 day after day to work we go.
 
 Survival is not an easy task,
 obstacles can bring such fear,
 at night thinking of the past,
 we sometimes will shed a tear.

The Enigma of Living

Searching for the answers we can not find,
our days are spent in dreams of tomorrow,
never grasping the nature of passing time,
our happiness is lost to yesterdayfs sorrow.

Truth and Love

Within the dark shadows resides a flame,
an eternal burning light of human hope,
itfs brightness blinds our pity and shame,
leaving our mind and spirit free to cope.

In this world of societyfs savage beings,
struggling to move forward without gain,
often finding onefs self scared and fleeing,
lost in the daily solitude of our own pain.

Days pass as the future brings another night,
locked in the torment of our own very soul,
the darkness consumes the essence of light,
in the dust itfs time for many to pay their toll.

Conflict rages upon lifefs treacherous path,
as good verses evil, each step upon our way,
trying to stay afloat avoiding the devilfs wrath,
never knowing if we will survive another day.

Poor spirits that are lost find eternal sorrow,
searching for guidance now from up above,
striving to do better with the coming tomorrow,
knowing that peace is found in truth and love.

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Timefs Essence

The real essence of time,
is but a mystical illusion,
lying deep within our mind,
often it brings us confusion.

Perpetual motion always moving,
seconds to minutes come to past,
creating anxiety or else soothing,
the only certainty is it wonft last.

Use to measure how we grow old,
instrument from birth to old age,
guiding through lifefs stories told,
new history with the turn of a page.

Captivated moments lost in love,
memories made that we cherish,
gifts of beauty form heaven above,
clicking away until we each perish.

Filled with emotions, happy and sad,
fading memories with passing years,
present brings meaning, itfs not bad,
but the future holds nightmarish tears.

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Riches Shine from Above

High above the forgotten city lights,
upon a mountain top reaching the sky,
in awe at naturefs breath takings sights,
without a thought, care or question why.

In the stillness not a sound could be heard,
a misty foggy cloud blanketed the ground,
not even the singing of a single little bird,
the still serenity of nature ever so profound.

The power of nature filled with such grace,
consuming the spirit beyond all compare,
raw beauty more elegant than satin and lace,
mystically captivating there to enjoy and share.

Upon the mountain one feels so ever small,
the air possess an aroma so fresh and clear,
away from the sky scraping building so tall,
far from societyfs rush, that can be so mean.

From nature a new perspective can be born,
on life, death, and feelings of eternal love,
our spirit finds peace wefre no longer torn,
for the values of this world shine from above.

Moonlit Shadows Dance

Endless shadows dance in the dark moon light,
a lonely owl perched upon a branch of a tree,
the lake glimmering with an ivory glowing sight,
a ghostly presence felt within the chilling night.

Sometimes in the darkness wondering if wefre alone,
there seems to be an essence, surrounding turns cold,
knowing in onefs heart for our sins we must atone,
thoughts of the mind can turn real and ever so bold.

A haunting fantasy of our own humble illusion,
or the reality that ghostly spirits are really there,
things that bump in the night cause the confusion,
that each of us have all one time or another shared.

In the depths of our inner being there lies a fear,
for what is and what is not, we really do not know,
trembling at times, we all shed a forgotten tear,
as the cold howling wind begins to stir and blow.

Haunting memories lingering, plaguing from our past,
intensified by the sighting of a full mystifying moon,
trying to forget are woes, hoping the night wonft last,
but knowing our judgement day will be one day soon.

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Journey of Life

Traveling down lifefs adventurous path,
is but a learning experience along the way,
discovering naturefs beauty and her wrath,
friends and relationships grow as they may.

It is a journey of both the body and the mind,
escapade filled with the excitement of living,
as truth and reality collide with passing time,
where needs become fulfilled with our giving.

Striving to obtain human wants and desires,
in a world filled with obstacles and illusions,
pressures our minds, damping onefs inner fires,
lost in the corridors of lifefs lustful confusion.

Lifefs detours can cause frustration and pain,
but when we learn to share feelings of the heart,
a special love will stand beside us in the rain,
a love who accepts who we are will never part.

We each journey from itfs beginning to itfs end,
so look where your going not where youfve been,
hand in hand travel the path with your best friend,
youfll find the end of the rainbow and youfll win.

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Death by Rain

Night winds howling across the sky,
shadows dance in the flickering light,
in the eerie darkness many will die,
the hardship of life can never be tamed.

Moon of tainted yellow casting a glow,
one by one stars twinkle as they fall,
rivers rage, over their banks they flow,
horses shake bewildered in their stalls.

The stormy night consumes onefs sleep,
the flood waters follow their own path,
afraid to move, a child curls up and weeps,
nature flexes itfs might, with itfs wrath.

A deathly presence instills such fright,
knocking, pounding upon the wood door,
praying we all survive til morningfs light,
while the cold icy water covers the floor.

Winter storms can bring tragedy and pain,
lasting forever or though it often seems,
death and destruction in the pouring rain,
destroys so many hopes and future dreams.

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Walls of Mystery

The wind howled in the morning air,
as dawn brought forth the early light,
it seemed that no one gave a single care,
nestled in their beds all snug and tight.

Lost deep in the land of endless dreams,
where reality gets hung up in an illusion,
never knowing what any of it really means,
awake or asleep it is but a state of confusion.

Nightmarish thoughts can haunt the mind,
toss and stir in our sleep in slumbering rest,
during the day we think everything is fine,
while adrift in dreamland it becomes a test.

People rarely are what they appear to be,
each of us search for happiness and fame,
but the cold hard truth, we just can not flee,
often wefre left in sadness, feeling the pain.

In our nightfs sleep, we try to search it out,
all the whofs, the whyfs and the wherefores,
we awake with our spirit filled with doubt,
closed within four walls without any doors.

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Truth And Love

Chose your dreams both near and far,
reflecting upon the early morning light,
trying to discover exactly who you are,
found in the fantasy of onefs own delight.

Yesterdays are nothing more than illusions,
while tomorrow is our wants and dreams,
in this world filled with utter confusion,
we strive to survive all of societyfs schemes.

A blanket of Angelic clouds fill the sky,
forming images suspended in the air,
sadly, we hardly notice them passing by,
consumed in our own wants and cares.

Lives are not measured in passing of time,
we fight the demons within our very soul,
desiring the knowledge within our mind,
answers that complete without taking a toll.

Searching for tranquility within our heart,
feeling to be cherished each and every day,
true love to share is really what sets us apart,
the refined elegance showing the eternal way.

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Secrets Of The Soul

Secrets of yesterdays gone by,
set deep within our inner soul,
where they stay until we die,
knowing theyfll take their toll.

A series of mishaps and events,
happenstance every single day,
we control or we canft prevent,
trying to survive in our own way.

Things we do that make us proud,
struggling for the right decision,
things we donft want said out loud,
living without a sense of precision.

An enigma within our own being,
colliding of whatfs right or wrong,
lust and greed prevents our seeing,
happiness and sorrow sung in a song.

We are what we are, thatfs all we are,
searching for answers and having none,
no matter whether we look near for far,
we do the best we can and wefre done.

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Memories in the Sunlight

Awaking to the morning sun,
facing the unknowns of the day,
the night of rest now is done,
as we struggle to find our way.

Onefs memories fade in the past,
all is lost in the corridors of time,
going forward an impossible task,
conflicts rooted within our mind.

Engaging in what we think is right,
in a lonely world of sorrow and pain,
often leads to a deadly bloody fight,
when the dust settles there is no gain.

Precious moments of lingering thoughts,
hearts become one wrapped up in love,
true treasures that can never be bought,
a beautiful gift from the heaven above.

To fight and love, beneath the sky of blue,
courage and peace spilled upon the ground,
the essence of the life we know, ever so true,
brings on a night of rest and sleep so sound.

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Lingering Song

A song lingers within your mind,
happy tune of yesterdays now gone,
words forgotten in passage of time,
yet recalling feelings that you long.

Love song that consumed your past,
of feelings felt under the warm sun,
time you thought would forever last,
filled with fond memories of the fun.

In your mind the words want to flow,
from this reality it turns to an illusion,
unable to grasp exactly how it did go,
lost in your own thoughts and confusion.

Your favorite Song, sung in the night,
captivated moments of lust and love,
the world seemed precious and bright,
an angelic gift from the heavens above.

We grow old into the coming years,
yet the song still lingers in our heart,
with happy thoughts we shed no tear,
knowing this life here is only the start.

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Light to Share

Moments to seconds passing by,
in the course of traveling in time,
without a clue, just wondering why,
the secrets hidden within our mind.

In the sunset, memories fade away,
locked deep within onefs own heart,
shadows do linger yet they never stay,
it doesnft matter if your slow or smart.

We never had any control since birth,
mysteries are held in the heavens above,
captivated moments found here on earth,
in family and friends with whom we love.

The present is the only time that does exist,
yesterdays and tomorrow are but illusions,
yet lifefs struggles seems to always persist,
often leaving us each caught up in confusion.

If we could just relax and look around,
the wonders and beauty are always there,
peace and harmony will soon surround,
a placid reflective sight for all to share.

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In Search of Home

A new beginning, another end,
the passing of the morning light,
the cherish moments of friends,
flickering beauty of naturefs sights.

Life on this earth is for the living,
we struggling to survive each day,
treasures found in selfless giving,
the secret to finding our own way.

Captivated moments under the sun,
in a land of sacrifices and despair
with satisfaction knowing we won
joys of the spirit is beyond compare.

Surrounded by water of aqua blue,
in the mist of the salty ocean spray,
to onefs self we must be ever true,
having strength from above we pray.

For Life is more than just you and I,
upon the earth we tumultuously roam,
without answers only the question why,
to find the peace and security of home.

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Glow In The Darkness

Mysterious essence within the dark night,
consumes the spirit, seizing earthly souls,
radiating a ghostly glow that is ever bright,
victims fall prey, taking their mortal toll.

Insecurities linger in dark infested fears,
often causing one to tremble and shake,
gasping for air as we shed a humble tear,
lying there all alone, yet so wide awake.

The night air is filled with a cold chill,
hear the howling of the wind in the air,
nothing to chance not even our own will,
raging emotions and feelings, no one cares.

Curled up in a blanket laying on the bed,
a helpless feeling overshadows the mind,
wondering if your alive or already dead,
lost in the forgotten passage of endless time.

Comprehending so little in this world we live,
souls tormented, plagued with a burning desire,
earthly thoughts absorbed in hearts that forgive,
brings the hope of peace in the land of raging fire.

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From Lace to Grace

The precious moments of long ago,
swallow up in the corridors of time,
where desires like wildfires flowed,
thoughts and illusions of the mind.

Excitement growing with each day,
the glittering rays of the warm sun,
wondering what was coming our way,
back then everything was such fun.

Experiencing each new beginning,
brought joyful minutes, every hour,
life was a game with passing innings,
but over the course of time it devours.

Gone is the suspense of yesterdayfs past,
as we awake to all the aches and pains,
for nothing of this world is made to last,
as we sit reminiscing in the pouring rain.

Recalling the moments of fun and love,
the precious fantasy of satin and lace,
we give thanks the good Lord up above,
for bestowing this life with all itfs grace.

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Drifting Like A Star

Stars in the heaven drifting across the sky,
the moon full, round with an amber glow,
on earth we gaze, pondering all the whys,
night winds swirl with an ever warm flow.

Mysteries of the universe, stories yet told,
hidden within the prismatic essence of night,
meek and humble yet in exploration so bold,
searching to discover the secrets of the light.

Moments of yesterdays just can not compare,
each new experience brings mindful rapture,
captivating sounds, colors so vivid and rare,
gone in an illusion of time we canft capture.

Spirits held within a physically weak form,
minds filled with emotions a constant rage,
lifefs excitement makes our blood run warm,
wefre trapped alone within our human cage.

To enjoy life, ourselves we must truly give,
endless motion drifting like the stars up high,
consumed in being allows us to finally live,
peace of spirit for in the end, we all shall die.

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A Haunting Reality

The shadows lingering in the passing light,
as colorful sunsets end with shades of gray,
bringing with it the onset of a lonely night,
one wants to stay close, afraid to even stray.

Mysteries of life and death in the cold dark,
create confusion which holds a piecing fear,
surrounded yet suddenly, alone in the park,
never knowing whether to run or shed a tear.

Hearts pound with a loud, quick paced beat,
mighty wind howling in the cold chilled air,
frozen still, unable to even move your feet,
grasping to hold on and not be lost in despair.

Shadows prancing, dancing upon the wall,
casting monsters and demons from our mind,
such hideous ghostly figures stand ever tall,
spirits of the darkness lost in endless time.

Any given night can hold the anguish and pain,
thoughts stewing within our own mortal plane,
transcends from reality wondering if we are sane,
while in the darkness we fall victims to our shame.

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A Glow Of Hope

Reflective light casting an amber glow,
sensuously colored rainbow in the sky,
prismatic sighting upon the riverfs flow,
the mystery of which we know not why.

World of splendor and mystical sights,
signs of tranquility in the Springfs air,
captivating moments in twinkling lights,
our essence consumed in peace so rare.

Living as mere creatures of this land,
the fields and valleys we often roam,
the hour glass of life drains the sand,
searching for secure place called home.

Upon the path we face pain and sorrow,
for life is a constant struggle day to day,
living with the hope of a better tomorrow,
scurrying in the darkness to find our way.

So much to see and do in so little time,
living on yesterdayfs promise of hope,
peace and tranquility within our mind,
brings satisfaction allowing us to cope.

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Transcending Delight

A bottle of Chardonnay
on a soft moonlit night,
just the words we say,
sets the mood just right.

In the arms of your love,
the sound of music plays,
truly a gift from up above,
tantalizing in so many ways.

Sharing as one is so fine,
flames fluttering all a blaze,
devouring passion and desire,
together lost in lovefs maze.

Shadows dance on the wall,
brings harmony to the soul,
feeling as if you have it all,
eases hardships mortal toll.

Two lives become as one,
as spirits transcends a new,
when itfs all said and done,
beneath the sky ever so blue.

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Simple Yet Profound

Bird in flight,
gracefully soars,
magnificent sight,
outside our doors.

Grazing deer,
upon the grass,
alert with fear,
a feeding task.

Squirrel in play,
scampering about,
just their way,
often they shout.

Even rabbits too,
getting their share,
under the sky of blue,
without a single care.

Nature surrounds,
being all it can be,
simple yet profound,
but do we even see?

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Love and Devotion

Upon the glorious morning light,
the warm misty shadows of love,
shines a reflective beautiful sight,
surely a gift from heavens above.

Many years have come and gone,
our love grows ageless with time,
some how it doesnft seem that long,

Ifm still yours and youfre still mine.
Treasured moments we have so many,
everything we touch appears as gold,
love itself has given us life of plenty,
desires gentle kiss to passion so bold.

Rainbow over head could be an illusion,
seen in the rose colored glasses we wear,
our life is full without all the confusion,
knowing we always have our love to share.

Two hearts in love filled with emotion,
in an empty world of power and greed,
survival depends on trust and devotion,
two hearts fulfill each others basic need.

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Lost Enchantment

Green grass appears as a blanket on the ground,
full and rich leaving footsteps with each step,
the chirping of singing birds heard all around,
morning dew leaves the grass sparkling and wet.

High up above are aqua shades of deep blue,
with scattered cloud formations in the sky,
the brightness of the sun brings the day anew,
shadows dance on the trees no one wonders why.

Enchanted beauty before our very eyes each day,
passing from our sight without even being seen,
caught up with schedules and tasks along our way,
itfs no wonder that our society often acts so mean.

Birds of flight, in the sky they gracefully soar,
squirrels in play always scamping here and there,
not noticing their frolic as we run to the door,
on the move, on the run going who knows where.

Moments disappear, lost in the warmth of the sun,
the enchantment of the day, the romance of night,
sadly when your life is lived , well then itfs done,
when itfs over hopefully then youfll see the light.

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Choices and Consequences

All the yesterdays turn into tomorrow,
traveling the corridors of passing time,
where each moment we merely borrow,
forgetting to say grace before we dine.

A whirlwind of energy then itfs gone,
disappearing in the darkness of night,
our lost youth for which we often long,
even memories begin to fade from sight.

Mystery and intrigue yet nothing last,
not the romance or the sensual desire,
once we lived in the future now the past,
passion flows turns to a smoldering fire.

The uncertainty of the unknown we fear,
as we each travel down lifefs lonely path,
joys and happiness to sadness and tears,
our indiscretions we fear Almightyfs wrath.

Choices and consequences is how we live,
with impulsive decisions made each day,
to often our greed doesnft allow us to give,
the complexity involved in our human way.

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Another Day

Dance beneath the trees,
give thanks under the sun,
in awe upon bended knees,
dawning of a new day begun.

Sky of endless blue over head,
warm gentle breeze in the air,
some live while others are dead,
wonders exist for those who dare.

Passing the corridors of time,
so much to see, so much to do,
nothing is really yours or mine,
except spirits of hearts so true.

Complex or simple it can be,
choices we each have to make,
to stay and fight or simply flee,
choices to make without a break.

Thankful each day we are here,
enjoying what nature bestows,
trying to co-exist without fear,
love and honor there to behold.

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Angelic Love

Once upon a mountain top so high,
way above all the busy city lights,
you can touch the stars in the sky,
a wondrous setting on a clear night.

One feels so small looking at it all,
gazing out watching a twinkling star,
it streaks across the sky and then falls,
seemingly so close yet itfs ever so far

Summertime when the breeze is warm,
the mountain air is so fresh and clean,
in darkness the bees no longer swarm,
by moonlight deer feeding ever so lean.

The beauty of nature there to behold,
land consumed by enchanted dreams,
stories of love and beauty yet to unfold,
far away from the cityfs greedy schemes.

The mountain is a gift from God above,
an endearing peaceful place one can go,
such a pristine setting created out of love,
where we can discover how little we know.

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A Stormy Night

The raindrops came pouring down,
from the darken sky of gray above,
covering the ground and all around,
on a branch perched a morning dove.

The cold wind howled in the chilly air,
as lightening rods lit up the dawnfs sky,
the thunder, roared as loud as it dared,
while frighten children hoped not to die.

Nature can show itfs power and might,
in itfs raw beauty and awesome force,
wonders of which becomes such a sight,
lighting the sky with itfs electrical force.

A storm can hold a haunting illusion,
as shadows dance upon the pale wall,
mixed emotions filled with confusion,
where demons rise and fall ever so tall.

Raging weather, so full and complete,
in the darkness of night they are born,
each storm of itself is ever so unique,
earthfs battle ground so wet and torn.


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