The Past Never Happened
I used to think the past was gone;
and, I just needed to forget it;
then, it appeared the past lived on;
so then, I began to regret it.
Finally, I’ve come to a new conclusion;
I was simply an actor on call;
for, it
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GOD
Poems about God
The Pearl
A seed was planted in an ocean bed;
a minuscule grain of sand;
the sand ended up in an oyster, instead;
that was the way it was planned.
Remember reality is all within Thought;
there is no true physical ocean;
a physical illusion, by Light, was brought;
for
To Last A Lifetime
Every body is matched to one soul;
created to last for a lifetime;
the soul provides the energy role;
for, it is the body’s lifeline.
No two lifetimes are exactly the same;
for each one, has it’s own role;
within their parameters, each must
Intention
Is reality merely a meandering flow;
returning to where it began;
does it have a particular place to go;
or, just go wherever it can?
Is destiny a form of godlike intention;
a path that none can erase;
or, does man decide in this dimension;
and attempt to take
The Destiny Of Free Will
Free will was granted to life, at birth;
its how all were meant to be;
Destiny sent us to a place called earth;
to learn what it means to be free.
The kingdom above was a world of thought;
where nothing could be concealed;
rebellion
A Hurricane Called Life
It began as a mere tropical depression;
concealing its ominous future within;
eventually tranformed into insurrection;
for that’s how all hurricanes begin.
A metaphor of the rebellion of man above;
launched against the authority of God;
though receiving the Master’s eternal love;
believing the
Making Waves
I’m riding the raft on the river of life;
unsure of where I am going;
I’ve lost a business, home, and a wife;
and yet, my mind keeps growing.
A form of destiny charted my course;
allowing that I make many choices;
all failures and sorrows
The Purpose Of Memory
Do you recall every job you’ve had;
all things, in this life, you’ve done;
all of those time, both happy and sad;
since this current life had begun?
Memory can be a very selective thing;
all recollections come in their season;
a deeper purpose,