False Kings

I have my own views on politics;
but none are really worth giving;
why address truth with empty quips;
since none of it’s to go on living.

This world is reality’s evil times;
Wisdom is in another incarnation;
evil is the way which destiny defines;
most thoughts lack

Worldwide Web

He’s very like a spider in his web;
surveying the world he’s woven;
considering all that’s done and said;
this day’s just another mere token.

Any enemies approaching his web,
are foolish to enter within it.
A spider’s web; a place for the dead;
and

Cloud Of Consciousness

While shaving, a thought came to mind;
one, more than thirty years old;
a recollection, while shaving, another time;
it’s memory, clear and bold.

The memory was of little consequence;
it held no real value for me;
except it related a life circumstance;
allowing my mind to see.

How

Seeing The Light

It’s considered a step towards discretion;
a new dawn replacing the night;
a matter of more intelligent reflection;
when someone sees the Light.

It’s Wisdom taking place of ignorance;
with foolishness fading into past;
intellectual honesty; instead of pretense.
Stubborness; gone on a fast.

It all began with

The Gift Of Purpose

Behold the gift of Purpose;
what is to be your call?
Once it seems to surface;
it’s the greatest gift of all.

Lacking purpose, what is the goal;
your very need of existence?
Reasons are the core of the soul;
it’s why we have persistence.

Tho purpose is

End Of The Road

What happens as I reach, the end of my road;
will I simply, drop off the end of the earth?
I was destined to carry a special load;
ordained, long before birth.

This life was never meant to be a vacation;
nor, is it designed to seem equal or fair;

Innocence

Innocence is the sign of perfection;
no guilt is attached to a name;
always requiring a Higher protection;
the innocent are never to blame.

The innocence of many is oft disrupted;
evil temptations come their way;
those who were innocent; now corrupted;
and innocence has all gone away.

Evil, gives

Dirty Words

What is it that makes a word dirty;
is it its shape or it’s sound?
Some words become overly flirty;
but they’re not welcome around.

Words, born with no meaning in stone;
defining what their author may think.
only significant to their author alone;
to others; those same

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