Death Of An Illusion
We’ve come to accept a dream as an illusion;
for it lacks deeper substance and feeling;
ultimately, most of us have reached a conclusion;
but, such illusions can send us reeling.
Illusions are the thought’s form of vision;
pictures of whatever is on the
The Alien
Although the surroundings appear familiar;
something about them seems strange;
reality has tranformed to a realm, most peculiar;
tho I’m unable to assess the change.
Other faces are losing their familial connection;
my eyes drink their energies in;
tho my mind senses some societal rejection;
a new
Revelations
Darkness prevails over the creation;
even when daybreak begins;
evil continues to gain saturation;
continuing to count his wins.
Sunrise brings us a brand new day;
causing new hope to be born;
while evil continues to have sway;
and many new sheep are shorn.
Hope is held captive in
…It’s All About Me
I view all reality through eyes and ears;
for each is an energy receptor;
I express myself with my voice, and tears;
but, my mind is my truth detector.
Though I accept light in, through my eyes;
my thoughts tell me all that I see;
Sheep Of Light
What purpose hath suffering brought;
to life’s ancient wanderers;
has it raised ideas to be taught;
punctuated by plunderers?
Do endless sorrows add some purpose,
to love’s enduring embrace;
or other motives lie neath the surface;
planning to take love’s place?
The world lies
…Serendipity
A time long ago; when I was young;
and Spring was in the air;
perhaps, a life, before this had become;
my energy goes everywhere.
Tho I don’t remember lives of the past;
those fragments of memory remain;
serendipitous events, in the mind lasts;
the ballad of life’
The Binary Creation
In the beginning, was the Word;
God, alone; when all was begun;
creation and Creator were blurred;
as both morphed together as One.
The Word was a thought from a mind;
destined to become a binary creation;
all thoughts, were, in heaven, confined;
Love was God’s
The Best Teacher
Many seek out books in order to learn;
for there is knowledge, within;
but much about its author, you can’t discern;
you can’t even know where to begin.
Is the book’s author telling the truth;
or even know what he’s talking about;
do
