The Tyranny Of Truth

The Tyranny Of Truth

Sometimes truth seems a tyrannical master;
and, so many; simply turn to lies;
deception eventually becomes disaster;
all brought about by surprise.

Lies are prevarications supplanting the truth;
devaluing all honor and glory;
guilt is their product; reality, the proof;
all liars become God’s quarry.

The Loves Of God

The Loves Of God

We’re sons and daughters of God, multiplied;
the personification of his eyes and ears;
it was out of his love; that our Master died;
cleansing our souls and wiping our tears.

This life is an illusion; a metaphor of reality;
once cast down from heaven

Lost Without Love

Lost Without Love

I’m seeking a future devoid of conflict or fear;
but it all seems to be in vain;
thoughts of a passionate love draw near;
then suddenly go down the drain.

How can we ever find someone to love;
someone who also loves us?
Searching; we pray

The Sting Of Rejection

The Sting Of Rejection

The creation of life was a coming together;
for together; all must become;
the energies of faith is the living tether;
connecting creation to the One.

Consciousness is the thought of creation;
growing together brings perfection;
righteousness required man’s separation;
man must bear the sting

Wondering

Wondering

It’s dawn, once again; and I awaken;
tho the emptiness still remains;
I feel, by destiny, I’ve been forsaken;
wondering who’s holding the reins.

I feel as though I’ve lost all control;
an escaped prisoner; still at large;
I feel desperation, within my soul;
wondering

Puppy Love

Puppy Love

Love is a most mysterious and wondrous thing;
it doesn’t require words of encouragement;
only through love, do we survive death’s sting;
growing our lives with its nourishment.

All life is preoccupied with thoughts of death;
while in search of true love in our life;
consciousness

The Thorns Of Weakness

The Thorns Of Weakness

The thorn stands apart as God’s great gift;
pain is the symbol of one’s uniqueness;
although discomfort causes one to be miffed;
it’s God’s gift: the thorn of weakness.

The rose is the symbol of eternal love;
its petals; the perfection of

The Death Of Tomorrow

The Death Of Tomorrow

My life has been lived in search of tomorrow;
yesterday was unable to satisfy;
today is filled with heartaches and sorrow;
tomorrow becomes the day that I die.

Love and affection rated high on my mind;
and suddenly, I find I’m alone;
passionate love has

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