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The Superficial life

The Superficial Life

We each possess thoughts of heaven;
for it was the kingdom of birth;
deep recesses of mind now beckon;
our body, in the sphere of earth.

Energy formations, around us, abound;
granting the illusion of physicality;
tho the illusions of us, are profound;
we’re only pictures

The Silence Of Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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