A terrible plague spread worldwide;
casting it’s reign of terror;
all logic, has been cast aside;
except by those who care.
This plague is a disease of mind;
and Evil is its name;
reality’s become redefined;
Evil deserves the blame.
Evil does more than steal and kill;
he
We can’t see the forests for the trees;
doesn’t mean our vision’s defective;
nor, can we; while seeing our knees;
for it’s all a matter of perspective.
Our physical body depends upon eyes;
but the eyes actually “see” nothing;
they take in light; but don’t
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
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
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
…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
…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
…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;
