Universal Rose

How me, how I love the rose.

Bent and broke her twisted thorns,

All alone a child in storm

Rested from a slumber of,

Her pedals of the truest love.

Bloom for me as the midnight moon,

Lights the shadows dark,

Twisted, turning in a world,

Of an ether gentle harp,

I love thy bed, or so to dream,

Keep thy beauty, for all to see.

Mind Heart and Soul

The soul, its shackled, to the walls of the flesh.

The heart, is backwards, lost or regressed.

The mind of non material, reflects the will of God.

For life, love or peril, every one of us belongs.

Eternity is just a number, forever though it goes,

Like an afterlife in rapture, the wind will always blow.

The stars will shine and light the sky,

A million centuries after we all shall die,

But know that spirit in its sway,

Its energy will always and infinitely stay.

And last with every living thing,

That the universe and all of life will bring.