The Ne’er-Do-Well
Sometimes, by a look, others can tell;
some are declared to be useless;
refered to, by some; a ne’er-do-well;
their efforts, in life, are fruitless.
It seems they can do nothing right;
failure is the clothing, they wear;
doomed to evaporate, into the night;
they’re
The Totalitarian
Evil simply loves man’s governments;
they have become his favorite tool;
only they will erase God’s covenants;
for they are the constructs of a fool.
Governments are evil’s lever of control;
making promises; not intended to keep;
their ultimate conquest is our soul;
turning constituents
The Scrooge
Some people tend to pinch every penny;
claiming to be thrify and smart;
many of those people already had plenty;
everyone was a scrooge, at heart.
No matter what they had; they wanted more;
there was no such thing as too much;
they were the ones who always
The Mark Of The Beast
The Master considers the measure of a man;
ranking mankind; greatest to least;
a crown of thorns; was to define the I Am;
who will take the mark of the beast?
In fear of such thoughts; many are driven;
in spite of their good deeds
Kaleidoscope Of Dreams
The rainbow is a hint to the secret of life;
where pure light became separation;
creating a universe to cover the night;
with promises of eternal salvation.
The rainbow is a kaleidoscope of dreams;
a picture; an illusion of reality;
this world is not at all what
Only Love
Only love can encourage us to sacrifice;
tho pride can often stand in the way;
only love is able to make us think twice;
since love, nearly always, has its say.
It is only love; that causes us to cry;
sadness has love in its name;
love sheds
I Feel Her Love
Tho I’ve grown old; my soul is on fire;
for my body is merely an empty shell;
energized and warmed, by love’s desire;
I find it amazing my love cannot tell.
When writing of love; she’s on my mind;
although she’ll, likely,
Threshold Of Reality
I feel on the outside; my mind looking in;
a physical illusion has lost all appeal;
where did this threshold of reality, begin;
consciousness, itself, is surreal.
We believe the womb is the threshold of life;
and the grave is the tomb for death;
perhaps the threshold
