The Silence Of Sound
Does noise occur in vacant emptyness;
when no one is around;
would music, itself, no longer bless;
with none to hear its sound?
We ride the waves of light and sound;
surfing their ebb and flow;
we envision ourselves on solid ground;
for our mind tells
The Sin Of Guilt
Sometimes, I carry the weight of a mountain;
an energy of guilt, that I cannot lift;
the Master’s love flows down like a fountain.
Perfection giving the perfect gift.
Supplanting our will, in place of the Master;
created the foundation of sin;
all are guilty;
Suffering
Most understand there will be tribulations;
not everthing is destined to go well;
for life is filled with many complications;
its future, we sometimes can’t tell.
Some think suffering’s a punishment;
a certain sign of God’s displeasure;
it seems like a form of banishment;
for a
Tears Of Destiny
I feel life was meant as a quest for me;
its deeper purpose, etched in stone;
I was born to become tears of destiny;
living many of my years all alone.
When I was young, I sensed a purpose,
for bearing great sadness, inside;
a future destiny,
Purveyors Of Lies
Stop to consider: “What’s in a name?”
the answer is plenty; it seems;
when attempting to confer false blame,
nightmares are made, out of dreams.
Truth is often, not a consideration;
fiction makes its own story;
few accept truth as their obligation;
when lies can lead
Into Oblivion
Many are greatly concerned over security;
fearing what future they may live in;
even more, tend to fear a future obscurity;
as loved ones dissolve into oblivion.
The great question of generations and ages:
“What happens when we die?”
endlessly debated by seers and sages;
causing young children
Justification
When I was a child, I made up excuses,
whenever I knew I was wrong;
feelings of guilt; my peace, reduces;
my conscience wouldn’t go along.
Truth required, that I must accept blame;
for, my guilt was ever before me;
justice always comes, in the Master’s name;
Not Born A Rose
A chrysanthemum wasn’t born a rose;
a meadow or stream; not meant a sea;
fingers, not designed to be your toes;
these are things, as were planned to be.
A man’s not a bird; capable of flight;
nor, can he remain submerged too long;
