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Escaping Myself

Escaping Myself

Much of every lifetime is spent,
living it, one day at a time;
we own nothing; we only rent;
paupers; of our own design.

Often, we think, we’re in control;
can find our own solution;
God is the Master of every soul;
destiny is merely illusion.

We

The Master Race

The Master Race

We live in a world, trapped in ethnicity;
putting our lessors, in their place;
falling in love with our own duplicity;
thinking we’re part of a master race.

We’re all a part of the Master’s lineage;
made in the image of God;
tho our

Life's Most Difficult Season

Life’s Most Difficult Season

I’m growing old; my body, breaking down;
trying to become the voice of reason;
most understand; when I act like a clown;
living in life’s most difficult season.

I often forget names; and sometimes, faces;
others, turn away, and just smile;
I’m

The Vanishing Kingdom

The Vanishing Kingdom

I feel as though I’ve lived many lives;
all rolled together as one;
my body battered; barely survives;
and the worst; yet to come.

I experienced it all; both love and hate;
in a kingdom; I’ve learned to despise;
I’ve seen its violence; and

The Ebb And Flow Of Civilization

The Ebb And Flow Of Civilization

Life is the river; that’s forever flowing;
it can’t remain static, or still;
becoming a forest of civilizations, growing;
in answer to the Master’s will.

We’re to become fruitful and multiply;
creating countless generations;
there; we’re to live; and

The Path Of Least Resistance

The Path Of Least Resistance

In the natural order; we resist all change;
most, have their own comfort zone;
finding comfort; what others deem strange;
each; reaping; what they’ve sown.

This world becomes a stage for a season;
we each, are prodigal actors;
sometimes, avoiding the voice of reason;

A Forgotten Memory

A Forgotten Memory

Some lives are destined to be documentaries;
so that others, who follow, can learn;
but, others, become forgotten memories;
our thoughts, are of no concern.

I find myself in that melancholy situation;
even though I have knowledge to share;
the mere thought of it; brings aggravation;
for

The Eternal Creation

The Eternal Creation

Life is eternal; a universal consciousness;
and, tho the truth may seem odd;
truth is perfected love and righteousness;
created by a perfect God.

Consciousness of God; eternally existed;
creating the beginning of physical life;
the conflict of hate with love, persisted;
the battle of darkness and

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