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Born Free

We were created with freedom of choice;
by an omnipotent, omniscient Master;
but faced with another demonic voice;
the choice we made, was disaster.

With freedom, comes responsibility;
with kings, more of the same;
led by self appointed nobility;
the servants get all the blame.

We were created free to

Casting The First Stone

The Master was emphatic that we not judge;
declaring Perfection should throw the first stone;
on that occaision; no one would budge;
and the sinner was left standing alone.

Curious, how little we’ve absorbed his word;
given so very many lifetimes ago.
His modern followers seem not to have

Broken

I feel like I’ve reached the end of the road;
there’s nothing else for me to write.
I’m still weighted down by a heavy load;
with no battles remaining to fight.

Slowly I’m trudging through each day;
my efforts have become merely token;
I’m seeking

A Life Of Fear

We all think of fear as an instinct;
an energy to protect us from harm;
allow me to be completely succinct;
fear is not a type of alarm.

Fear is the principle competing force;
the antonym of faith and love.
Fear is the power behind all divorce,
of a spouse,

Language Of The Soul

What language does the soul speak;
is it English, French, or Spanish?
Just thinking causes my interest to peak.
If the soul speaks a word; does it vanish?

How do souls manage to communicate;
perhaps, in the way that they’re taught;
or else, instead, they will ruminate;
for the

I Wasn't Born A Failure

I wasn’t originally born a failure;
I worked so very hard to become;
nothing else matched my nature;
and so failure and I became one.

I’ve always tried to do my best;
but destiny stood in my way;
I thought I’d conquer reality’s test;
but destiny

Land Between Lives

There is a special land that exists;
an island, without sand or sea;
much like a repeating dream persists;
a place where all come to be.

It’s life’s theater’s backstage;
a cloud, floating in empty sky;
a pleasant dream, to engage;
the anteroom where you die.

It

Servants Of Greed

We are each a servant to someone;
a master that gives instructions;
one who commands, what’s to be done
often leading to corruptions.

Some of us serve the master called Pride;
its seems that we never have enough;
placing the interests of all others aside;
ignoring all critiques and

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