The Essence Of Memory
What is this mystery called memory:
how can a past thought last;
many of them, still live in infamy;
others, have gone on a fast.
What is it that makes us remember;
words or deeds, from yesterday;
some even become a dissembler;
their memory; different each
Thorns Of Growth
In life; most experience sadness and pain;
enduring tragedies and sorrow;
we’re tired of hearing our loss; leads to gain;
all want to see a better tomorrow.
But tomorrow is more than a lifetime away;
it will not come at our beck and call;
we face
Logical Conclusions
We live in a world of Sheer fantasy;
pure logic; tossed in the sand;
everyone chooses what they’re to be;
created divisions, are planned.
Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac;
its tentacles reach far and wide;
lies are used in most every attack;
then; let all the fools
Heavenly Vision
I scan what appears as a vast domain;
my eyes, focused on a distant tree;
continuity of thought remains the same;
the mind describes, what my eyes see.
The eyes are merely receptors of light;
without a mind; there’s nothing to see;
thoughts create beauty; out of
Who, What, Where, and Why ?
Who is the creater of all there is;
the Master of all, to come;
who can claim all life, as His;
who is the Omnipotent One?
What is the purpose of consciousness;
that which makes us laugh or cry;
created by the Lord of Righteousness;
Democracy Of Tyranny
Voices deplore any threats to democracy;
as tho democracy is noble and wise;
those making claims; prefer an autocracy;
keeping their real plans, a disguise.
A pure democracy is where majority rules;
no matter how evil that majority might be;
allowing we become a nation of fools;
Ignorance Is Bliss
Some say that ignorance is bliss;
but, how, on earth, could it be;
knowledge is like a lover’s kiss;
only truth, can set us all free.
Is it bliss; that the blind can’t see;
or, that the deaf can’t hear;
what can be wrong
The Essence Of Thought
What I think; is my picture of reality;
my being; ensconced in my thought;
becoming, only what my eyes can see;
and all that my memory has brought.
Though I think that I’d prefer to be a tree;
with branches spreading far and wide;
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