Biography of Albert Caylor
I am a seeker and a survivor of life and truth
Albert Caylor's Works:
Reflections From The Pinwheel Of Life
Albert Caylor Poems
Times Of Life
TIMES like these.., and times like that TIMES of Hey! , where am I at? Lonely Times, down a forgotten highway Searching for the TIMES of a newborn day
Aren'T We Spirits All The Same
The sun rains down it's love and light on all of us Should we trust? That you and I live under the same sky and... Aren't we spirits all the same?
It's the lonely time of night Another day done, should I fight? The feelings that haunt my mind My heart and soul and what shall I find?
It Will Happen, If You Let It
It will happen if you let it Wake Up! the morning sun Warms the spirit of the new born day
My Self And Soul Have To Say
Brain dead? Brain storms? Brain alive? Reflections from the Pinwheel of Life flooding the mind Why is it that happiness is so hard to find? Periods of creativity and moments of bliss and you say?
Enjoy joy where joyfulness lives, Easier said than done, some folks say Journey a journey, seek a path, and
Freedom Of Flight
Storm approaching...swirling. gusting winds Dark clouds rolling in..., There's two new friends! Soaring, flying, floating on their wings Oh what joy! ..., what peace..., Should I sing?
Sitting and reading at the pool Another day in life's school... Seeking a little sanity and levity
Random Spirits Of Senseless Violence
Random spirits of such hateful violence When will they ever, ever be silenced? Everyday we cry out and wince None of hate's crimes make any sense!
Cool Brother-Sassy Sister-Learning Life'...
Cool Brother....Sassy Sister Is either one true? Can this be me and is this you?
The evening dawns, silence settles...and the Sun pulls up it's blanket of night Blue Jays whistle in the new born sun, Robins sing, And a new day is born and, time.....goes on....,
The evening dawns, silence settles...and the
Sun pulls up it's blanket of night
Blue Jays whistle in the new born sun, Robins sing,
And a new day is born and, time.....goes on....,
The mother young of life, awake!
To address the somber melancholy of the day,
Yes there are other ways...