A Meandering Stream...
When young; we’re a force of nature;
looking about; our life is a dream;
as we get older; we become nomenclature;
our life; a meandering stream.
We were the winds and waves of power;
demanding to have our own way;
destined to become a wilted flower;
Denial
Pride is the crowning of yourself on the throne;
refusing to accept inconvenient truth;
trusting only yourself; becoming alone;
a total denial of the obvious proof.
Society is a collection of living beings;
humanity subdivided into tribes;
a holographic picture of a kingdom unseen;
producing energies called vibes.
All
…The Ultimate Affront
In life; we’ve created a panoply of wrongs;
we’ve done many things we shouldn’t do;
with evil, we don’t do; we’re just “go alongs”
only God can make our lives new.
We’re all wicked; beyond understanding;
in search of God’s
Segue To Life
We think of the earth, as one grand landscape;
a kingdom to which life has laid claim;
a place where only death, allows we escape;
from a tomb, mysterious and arcane.
Perfection was created in the garden of love;
where only Perfection could reign;
prodigals were exiled
A Puzzling Maze
Life sets before us a labyrinth called reality;
many meet themselves coming and going;
created as a complex interdimensional duality;
suitable for thriving and growing.
Most consider this kingdom a physical world;
that somehow exploded into being;
instead, it was created by light energy unfurled;
cast down
A Finagler Of Words
Every life is a voyage of twists and turns;
and mine is no exception;
by diversity and conflict, everyone learns;
truth is about perception.
Words are the foundation for all of creation;
the alphabet soup of divinity;
the rivers of life flow toward salvation;
life; predestined
The Tyranny Of Truth
Sometimes truth seems a tyrannical master;
and, so many; simply turn to lies;
deception eventually becomes disaster;
all brought about by surprise.
Lies are prevarications supplanting the truth;
devaluing all honor and glory;
guilt is their product; reality, the proof;
all liars become God’s quarry.
The Loves Of God
We’re sons and daughters of God, multiplied;
the personification of his eyes and ears;
it was out of his love; that our Master died;
cleansing our souls and wiping our tears.
This life is an illusion; a metaphor of reality;
once cast down from heaven
