Poems are puzzles of thought;
ideas scrambled in the mind;
reality whispering what ought;
eternity, itself, defined.
Poets seek to uncover it all;
separate reality from fiction;
investigations; their call;
words; their only restriction.
Secrets of life for eternity;
and all realities, hidden;
seeking creation’s maternity;
from reality’s
Money’s the goal to which we’re driven;
its fruits we long to embrace;
ignoring the Love, our Master’s given;
we seek, with money, to replace.
Some would say, it’s not money we seek;
but those things that money can buy.
Such arguments aren’t at all
The well is the fountain of Life;
where all knowledge is drawn;
an energy fountain of Light;
insuring all life lives on.
Living water is drawn from the well;
only given to those who thirst;
those living in a universe; parallel;
where the very least, shall be first.
They were
…Wisdom is an ultimate power;
knowledge is the same.
Wisdom creates a beautiful flower;
knowledge deserves the blame.
Knowledge is power for bad or good;
its corruption is never rare.
Wisdom is knowledge; understood;
and evil is never there.
Knowledge is usually plentiful;
often found all around.
Wisdom is rare
Daily, are children, wounded and slain;
and their fathers and mothers, too;
can we continue to ignore; and remain;
is there nothing left we can do?
There are times I just want to go away;
just give up; and fall on my sword;
but reality, still, has something to say;
If you wish to know me; read my mind;
for my thoughts are always pure;
only by thought am I truly defined;
and only my thoughts will endure.
Words freely flow, like sliding downhill;
sometimes they’re uttered, before ready;
I need to audit them to express my will;
for
Do you ever talk to a machine,
listen to a made-up voice?
To answer; you’d like to scream;
for you’re only given a choice.
For that machine hasn’t a mind;
it doesn’t know what you’ve said;
tho it acts friendly; it’s not kind;
We all have set sail on the ocean of thought;
dreaming of reaching an enchanted place;
a dream world embodying all that ought;
and yet, pure thought, requiring no space.
Our mind creates an idyllic creation;
thought’s perfection, with no omissions;
a dream world for a perfect vacation;
reality
