The Sequence

A Poetic accounting of a short, but passionate love

Fake Love

What mad trickery captured my soul,

Soulmates and Twin Flames

TAKE MY SOUL – My Twin FlameThe Material one Wonders, sewing doubts, maybe?The Soul completes, two emerge as one,The chaos of the divide collapsesMaterial succumbs to pressure as diamondsObstacles fade, diminishing, unseen evermore,Where comes these Shadows of material world,Sewing doubt, fear, feet frozen in place,Expanding omnipotent universe, thrusting us together,Soul completion achieved, syntropy prevails,All Material

My Poetry – Revelations of my soul

Soulmates, Everything Changes, We don’t always get up, Two Lovers diverge, What was is not, Love and Lust

MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

Morning,
Awake yes,
Alive, on the fringe,
The dream again,

It Changed Everything

Goodbye Sinful Life

Love and Lust

And one day she’s gone,
Quiet desperation it is!

Two Lovers Diverge

TWO LOVERS DIVERGE Inseparable in university days, Loving botany in myriad of ways, We dreamed as one each night, Entranced, same stars in sight, Our fantasy the Appalachian trail, Science was the official tale, Yet, what circled our mind, delights in each other, sure to find, A journey of days we laughed, prepared, No fear,

What Was, Was Not

(For the next few entries I’m highlighting some of my attempts at poetry) WHAT WAS IS NOTWhat was is not,I remember some but little,Special surely, I know,Yet only remains a tittle,What was is not,can’t define the shapeless shadow,It’s insane, to question what is what,How was I bound in this knot,What was is not,The word alone