Poetry

Meager Existence, Meager Life.

Meager existence, meager life. Brief life, brief time. What was before us? What is left after? The world remains the same. No one will take note of our lives. What would that profit us if they did? No good can be done for us after we’re gone.

Poetry

Dreams From Heaven

Life ebbs from the body, Releasing the spirit into light. Waking from a distant slumber, Into a foreign land of light. If life was a dream from heaven, We must share a collective dream. When you tire there and slumber, Do you dream another dream? Heartache on earth from the living, When I slumber here,… Read More Dreams From Heaven