A Finagler Of Words

Every life is a voyage of twists and turns;
and mine is no exception;
by diversity and conflict, everyone learns;
truth is about perception.

Words are the foundation for all of creation;
the alphabet soup of divinity;
the rivers of life flow toward salvation;
life; predestined for infinity.

Words are the creators of civilizations;
the bulldozers of destiny;
perception can shake life’s foundations;
for those with eyes to see.

Are all those things that we think, truly real;
other’s words have become our guide;
words transform what we think and feel;
while truth remains buried inside.

I’ve become a poet; a finagler of words;
trying to describe what I feel;
my thoughts; carried by wings of birds;
I’ve left my nest; for the surreal.

My search is for truth; the ultimate quest;
defining who I’m to become;
arrogance enters in, as our frequent guest;
I need be my Father’s son.

I’m a finagler of words; sharing what I feel;
thinking deep thoughts from above;
this world is illusion; consciousness, surreal;
all thoughts revolve around love.

Monty 10/27/24. # 2,410