Poems about God
The Master warned that evil be resisted;
espescially egredious, was capitulation;
for the evil one, must never be assisted;
no matter what, may be the situation;
Some evil ones are easy to resist;
for they never even bother to hide;
others masquerade to gain our assist;
hiding their evil inside.
I don’t need to spread my sorrow;
there’s already enough to go round;
when I awaken upon the morrow;
grumbling, before my feet hit ground.
I don’t need to complain about anything;
an abundance of complaints exists;
besides; what good will complaining bring;
only more and more
Wisdom comes on the wings of Sorrows;
Knowledge sought; in the Depths of Despair;
Futility looms, in Todays and Tomorrows;
Love’s always seeking someone to Care.
Why must Wisdom and Pain be aligned;
and Todays wait for Tomorrows;
is such arrangement, how reality’s designed,
with Destiny as the
The Master planted His seed of thought;
very deep in the garden of life;
designed to grow and become what ought;
becoming both husband and wife.
His seed, as planted, contained perfection;
with provision for all we would need;
but within it all was a seed of rejection;
for it
Most view beauty as conventional;
physicality; what they think it to be.
True beauty is interdimensional;
far more, than what eyes can see;
Eyes can only see what we think;
for thought is reality’s everything;
energy, is the oxygen we drink;
giving sustenance to our king.
Beauty and Love
…You may not believe that it’s true;
but, you’re inside; looking out;
take the time to think it through.
What is this reality about?
Perception’s merely a form of thought;
and thoughts are never the same;
a whirl of energies, to this, brought;
all in the Master’
Thinking back throughout my years;
reminiscing about all that has been;
assessing all of my laughter and tears;
I wish I could do it over again.
Surely, it seems, I could have done better;
so very many mistakes that I’ve made;
I wear my past, like an undersized sweater;
A terrible plague spread worldwide;
casting it’s reign of terror;
all logic, has been cast aside;
except by those who care.
This plague is a disease of mind;
and Evil is its name;
reality’s become redefined;
Evil deserves the blame.
Evil does more than steal and kill;
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