Becoming

Becoming

A word is only a link to a thought;
it’s nothing more; nothing less;
to the fore, a transition is brought;
a creation planned to bless.

The Word was a bang; a flash in the night;
the truth; evil was fearing;
God simply spoke the miracle of Light;

A Struggle For Love

A Struggle For Love

Most establish our own life goals;
at least, so we think it to be.
We, alone, must determine our roles.
Who better to plan mine; than me?

Some believe it’s only our destiny;
we’re part of some master plan;
imbued with a quest; just

The Web Of A Spider

The Web Of A Spider

Technology is a precision, two edged sword;
for it is able to cut either way;
it’s able to describe the truth in a word;
or make the truth go away.

This world has become interconnected;
through a worldwide energy web;
where thoughts of all,

Intermission

Intermission

It’s morning, now; a new dawn breaks;
time to get a fresh start;
the time to forget all past mistakes;
with love guiding the heart.

Life’s a continuous video game;
seemingly, never ending;
today and tomorrow are not the same;
a light, called time; blending.

Life is

Artificial Intelligence

Artificial Intelligence

The self described elite live in growing fear;
of what their inventions can do;
as artificial intelligence swiftly draws near;
they fear it; more than, fear you.

Intellect normally requires consciousness;
at least, so far as we know;
and yet; they fear a future circumstance;
as their computers

Simplicity Of Words

Simplicity Of Words

Words seem outrageously simple;
everyone knows who they are;
giving a mental picture of a dimple;
and, even a tractor or car.

They’re links to every form of thought;
describing the crux of reality;
teaching us all, what must be taught;
describing a face of you

The Fragile Snowflakes

The Fragile Snowflakes

Sometimes in life we’re given a vision;
a picture of what is to be;
a thought that embraces our mission;
of our future reality.

We’re each one of life’s living raindrops;
falling from the heavens above;
freezing in the atmosphere above the treetops;
turning

Wandering Soul

Wandering Soul

Why is it that my mind seems to wander;
my thoughts all appear out of whack?
It appears to have gone to a land, down under;
and, it likely won’t soon come back.

Some say my mind’s reached stagnation;
and I’m no longer able to

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