Poems about God
Shadow Of Self
Shade is caused when something blocks light;
creating the darkness, of a shadow;
that darkness translates to a form of night;
appearing as a shadowy meadow.
Shade is a form of diminished reality;
blocking the very Light of day;
Light shining through, restores normality;
guiding our path;
Scrapbook Of Memories
Time is the purpose of all pretense;
cataloging pictures of joy and infamies;
past history, chronicles all events;
all found in the scrapbook of memories.
Why is it, that we are obsessed with past;
doesn’t today, provide enough worries?
Must all transgessions, forever last;
with evidence
Recycling Reality
Some think that man invented recycling;
making some garbage become reused;
whatever man does, is merely a trifling;
an ill-fated attempt, by light, diffused.
For all, consists, and is limited to energy;
constantly changing, purpose and display.
Consciousness compresses all by synergy;
thought creates a new dawn; and
Carried By The Wind
We are all just elements of dust;
blowing, softly in the wind;
each seeking a future to trust;
not knowing where to begin.
Not mindful of a future or past;
newly created for the earth;
we know the present won’t last;
but, today is a
Tears
There’s nothing like them, in all the world;
crocodile tears; filling each eye;
eyes filled; love’s beauty, unfurled;
all happening, whenever you cry.
We think we are sad whenever we cry;
but that certainly isn’t all true;
most men resist it; they’d rather die;
than
The End Times
We’re in a world where truth can’t abide;
where evil claims the mantle and crown;
soon, there will be no more space to hide;
evil’s tides will make this world drown.
Unfortunately, very few people possess vision;
understanding, what’s going on;
evil takes
The Equality Of Man
Many have debated the equality of man;
wondered why all weren’t given the same;
it’s the Master’s decision; it’s His plan;
reality is created in the Master’s name.
Man was created in the Master’s image;
an emerging energy soul;
destined
Ships On The Ocean
We’re sailing ships, on the ocean of life;
in search of the heavenly shore;
a paradise, devoid of conflict and strife;
and the treasures it has in store.
There is no map, to guide our path;
we’ve been told, simply, to seek;
infused with
