Monday, April 23, 2018

The Sound of Energy

For Jean-Michel Jarre and the way his work has inspired me.

Where the heart meets the universe, 
 Imagination unfolds, 
 Seeing the impossible possible, 
 Exploring outwards, 
 Beyond infinity, 
 Exploring inwards, 
 Beyond dimensions, 
 For everything is energy, 
 Held closely at a distance, 
 To create the magic of life. 

 In painting our picture, 
 God needed to make a canvas, 
 Filled with the colors of energy, 
 Ablaze with the feel of light, 
 Infused with the flavors sound, 
 Only the heart can confine the infinite, 
 Trapped by the illusions within fear, 
 And with the heart set free of fears, 
 All boundaries fall away, 
 While we take forever by the hand. 

 In music is the language, 
  Where sounds of forever are heard, 
 Uniting the beat of all hearts,
 Affecting all that breathes,
 Viberating the space between stars,
For this song is all around us,
Defying silence to be silent,
Granting the magic that is human,
 To change the world around us, 
 Beneath the rising sun.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

For Stephen Hawking

 In spaces between the day and the night, 
 He traveled beyond dark matter and light, 
 Traveling to places he could not reach, 
 Returning with knowledge the world to teach, 
 When the physical took the time from his clock, 
 He vowed with his mind he would not stop, 
 Expounding reality beyond our dreams, 
 Earning respect and the world’s  esteem,
 And looking into the vacuum of space, 
 He found energy in every place, 
  Finding in faith what the eye could not see, 
 With his mind defying what could not be, 
 Fabric of space bending, 
 Time never ending, 
 From particles to dimensions, 
 From thoughts to intentions, 
 And if energy cannot be destroyed or created, 
 In this final thought I am elated, 
 Our friend the Explorer a gift did give, 
 Through our hearts he continues to live. 

Thursday, January 11, 2018

The Veil of Time


Time is the perception of space, 
Measuring speed crossing distance.
 Without the perception of space, 
 Time could not exist. 
 Crossing between old and new, 
 Traveling between right and left, 
 Yet if in physics there is no size, 
 Then travel occurs in thought. 

 Thought creates the boundaries, 
 Between the lines of time. 
 For thought would fall apart, 
 In seeing all states present at once.
 Human eyes cannot see, 
 What is not first seen in the mind..
 Yet all that was and will be, 
 Was first conceived in thought. 

 All things created were thought of, 
 And thought is where all things are born.
 All of reality is Creation.
 Which could not exist without the Creator.
 Our breath holds balance against the vacuum, 
 As we rocket through space against the stars. 
 Our universe of pictures creates thought, 
 While thoughts manifest in pictures. 

 Retreating to the world of thought, 
 There is no acknowledgment of time. 
 When a day of joy passes in minutes, 
 And moments of terror last forever. 
 The heart stands immune to time, 
 Through the unbound strength of love. 
 Within that eternal realm, 
 Hearts in heaven and in Earth are one. 

 Life turns the pages of time, 
 Making illusion seem real through change. 
 Yet as change measures time in our thoughts, 
 The things that are true stay the same.
 Separation through space is illusion, 
 If in physics size does not exist. 
 In this way space, time and thought, 
 Are held as one in the hand of God. 

Friday, January 5, 2018


 What is seen comes from the unseen, 
 In the birth of a star from darkness,
 And the birth of a child from love, 
 Yet energy cannot be created, 
 Simply there are changes in form, 
 As it does find its way home, 
 Coming from God above. 

  The solid ground which is beneath us, 
 Which grants illusion of confidence, 
 Is made of atoms as thin as the air, 
 Yet the energy which holds up our feet, 
 Creates a balance of states, 
 Holding us in place, 
 With everything on Earth to bear. 

 Yet ever more powerful, 
 And mysterious all the same, 
 Is the energy flow between souls, 
 With forces measured by faith, 
 Through time love stands the test, 
 Unbound by life or death, 
 It is the only force keeping us whole. 

 Energy will enhane energy,
  In physics as well as life, 
 For a smile turns a spark into a flame, 
 And a word of strength one shared, 
 Is cherished by the heart, 
 Glifts of time we may impart, 
 Which never leave a soul the same. 

 Strings of energy spam the universe, 
 Without giving regard to time, 
 Such is the energy between hearts, 
 If one life inspires another, 
 The other gives several soul hope,
One of those conveys hope to the world, 
 And you are where this all got its start. 

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Beyond Time and Distance

 Our power to resolve is limited, 
 The smaller an object is, 
 More power is needed to see it, 
 The more we use such power, 
 The easier the object is destroyed,
 Opening a truth to physical reality, 
 There are no limits too small and large, 
 Thus there is no such thing as size, 
 And if there is no such thing as size, 
 There is no such thing as distance. 

 Within our physical illusion, 
 Time is needed to cross distance, 
 Yet if distance is not real, 
 Our illusion is one of change, 
 Yet in our world of changing, 
 We except that God is everywhere, 
 Yet perhaps in all his power, 
 He has traveled everywhere at once, 
 But within our limited strength, 
 We have been to many places, 
 So if we remove the factor of time, 
 We are seen in many places at once. 

 In this we visit the spiritual, 
 Perfected passed our physical weakness, 
 When we touch the face of God, 
 Upon leaving the bounds of earth, 
 Travel would be a thought, 
 Without lumbering our physical bodies, 
 Unbound by times constraint, 
 In the unlimited power of love. 

 In this we see the truth, 
 Though trapped by our own senses,
 In this our three dimensions, 
 Unable to see the parallels, 
 Where God’s heart sings in love, 
 Where life and death are meaningless, 
 And love has bound all souls, 
 Where there are no boundaries, 
 To imagination or love, 
 And in the song of life, 
 Impossibility fades away. U

Wednesday, September 6, 2017


People ask where God is when these things happen.
The answer is within us waiting on our freedom of will.
Darkness is opportunity for live to shine.
What will you choose to do?

They said it was coming,
The indescribable dark,
A howling tempest,
To leave its mark,
The monster expected,
But what would it be?
Are we do fight it,
Or do we just flee?

The island of beauty,
With water surrounded,
The seas have been rising,
Our souls are impounded,
A prison of water,
To come in the night,
It is the unseen,
Which causes great fright.

The last people left,
We were left behind,
Our families to safety,
We seek what to find,
Strong ropes to bind us,
To swaying palm trees,
The tide come to take us,
Is well past our knees.

The shelters are shattered,
By force of the wind,
Men tied to the trees,
Holding fast till the end,
Sand sparking in the gale,
As the winds build up higher,
The air lighting all around us,
Has become electric fire.

Now the water builds up,
Covering the mainland shore,
Not one thing appearing,
Appears as before,
On the street below us,
A homeless man roams,
But the wave tops fly inland,
Turning the air into foam.

In a place past the eye wall,
Some rush out to repair,
The silence smothering,
The birds of the air.
Wind returning full force,
Blindsiding from the wall,
And with debris taking flight,
My comrade’s life falls.

In the wake of afterwards,
People walk like in a dream,
Too tired to cry,
Too worn out to scream.
Water logged walls,
Left by roofless homes,
Not knowing where to begin,
For help they do roam.

Thursday, August 3, 2017


 A moment is captured, 
 In the eye of the heart, 
 For when moments pass, 
 Barriers arise, 
 Invisible to the eyes, 
 The moment disappears, 
 In between then and now. 

 Time energy travels,
 Both in particles and waves, 
 As each wave crests,
 Moments are lost in the troughs,
 Time particles piercing through, 
 Those moments display in memories, 
 They live forever in  each heart. 

We pierce through this veil,
 As a bird pierces through the water, 
Pulling forth each catch,
As we pull moments from time,
Glimpsing each moment's snapshot,
 The way God sees all of time clearly, 
 For He is immune to change. 

 Change defines who we are, 
 Yet reality would destroy our minds, 
 Without time's separation of moments, 
 Upon this staging ground of Earth,
 Where we can set good things in motion, 
 Which can add to the beauty of Heaven,
 While we find meaning in who we are.