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An Appearance Of Certainty

An Appearance Of Certainty

You must not judge, solely by appearance;
or, at least, that’s what others have said;
many other factors often cause interference;
life is held together, by a slender thread.

Nothing is certain; except death and taxes;
if you believe in that old cliché;
long ago,

Finishing Thoughts

Finishing Thoughts

Do you finish someone elses sentences;
often share the same thought;
your mind shares their mind’s premises;
your opinon is one they’ve brought?

Are our thoughts in league with another;
do we often reach the same conclusions;
do you feel like a twin to some brother;

Shadows Of Corruption

Shadows Of Corruption

Truth and honor abide only in the light;
in the darkness, lurks destruction;
arrogance and pride stride through the night;
casting their shadows of corruption.

Pride, comes across a virtue; like confidence;
but a virtue often hungers to be fed;
arrogance is pride when it becomes too

The End Of Time

The End Of Time

Illusions and distortions are fading away;
evil’s intentions becoming clear;
demonic visions are now gaining sway;
with a kingdom living in fear.

Truth was never considered a purpose;
lies have achieved their goal;
division and hate suddenly surface;
evil demands death for the soul.

All

The Circadian Rhythm

The Circadian Rhythm

It’s been well established there is a rhythm;
that exists within many life forms;
an energy oscillation that results in a schism;
and, to which, all mankind conforms.

It seems apparent we’ve a 24 hour clock;
implanted within each person’s soul;
causing consciousness to

What Could Have Been

What Could Have Been

Oh the hours that have come and gone;
thinking back to a time once when;
late in the night; lasting well beyond dawn;
considering what could have been.

The “what-ifs’ of life have been legendary;
our minds never give up their ghosts;
a troubled mind can

The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Storm

I live in earth’s cycle of life and death;
life’s flow from morning to night;
constant change; sunrise to sunset;
spinning and returning to the light.

We think of life as a constant flow;
such thoughts, don’t make sense;
there’s so much that

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