The Evil Of Silence
Speak no evil; or so we’ve been told;
words can come back to haunt;
some others say; that silence is gold;
perhaps, they say it; to taunt..
Silence is viewed, as giving consent;
hinting, you don’t disagree;
without a reply; you’ve given assent;
My Trail Of Tears!
I began this life as an ordinary child;
complete with ordinary fears;
the beauty of love; had me beguiled;
then came my trail of tears.
I was very short; when I was young;
my thoughts; often contrary;
I had visions; of what I’d become;
thinking
The Authority Of Pain
There’s always someone, in authority;
bringing us hardship and gain;
often, overcoming every other priority;
such is the authority of pain.
Pain is the master over life’s physicality;
leaving other thoughts, behind;
acting like the emperor, over reality;
pain rules through the mind.
Physical
…Life Is A Sea Of Troubles
Everyone wants the good things in life;
but, will take whatever may come;
never expecting life’s troubles and strife;
unaware of what might become.
Faith is our bridge over troubled waters;
life is a system of struggles;
we’ve been given the faith
If I Could Just Be
If I could just be an energy called love;
I’d share it with everyone I know;
slowly falling like raindrops from above;
allowing seeds of love to grow.
If I could wipe away the tears from eyes;
causing people to only laugh, instead;
imagine
The Universe Of Excuses
Some people refuse to accept blame;
for any possible wrongdoing;
no matter what; it’s always the same;
even bringing threats of suing.
To a claim of wrong; they give excuses;
they’ve a never ending supply;
claiming innocence to any abuses;
confronted; they often cry.
Crossing The Moat
A moat surrounds the heavenly kingdom;
intended as protection for the king;
those, outside it; have absolute freedom;
it’s a multi dimensional energy ring.
All, within it, have proven allegiance;
all, outside it, must wait;
merely a matter of sovereign expedience;
all must enter by faith;
Timeless Travel
Time is but one of the Master’s seasons;
it comes and goes, at his will;
only God can explain all the reasons;
that, often, time stands still.
Time is the watched pot that never boils;
coming and going at God’s discretion;
perhaps, to the victor, belongs
