Poems about God
Dreams Long Forgotten
I remember the dreams; I had as a child;
my future looked so bright;
what came about; can’t be reconciled;
when day transitioned to night.
I thought I’d be a lawyer; when young;
but such wasn’t meant to be;
eventually; an entrepreneur; I’d
Where All Flowers Grow
I can sense thoughts in the vacuum of space;
swirling around in my mind;
ideas and concepts for my mind, to embrace;
of how this world was designed.
It feels, I’ve entered a new form of reality;
a dream world; somewhat surreal;
it’s as
Warriors Of Division
It was in the garden; the warfare began;
the serpent began with temptation;
leading rebellion against God; the I Am;
shaking heaven’s foundation.
The serpent and man were exiled to earth;
sentenced to live there; then die;
only death could return them to their birth;
leaving
Still There
Everything in this life; comes at a price;
absolutely nothing is free;
whether; it be knowledge, or simply advice;
or even our liberty.
Most long for the aphrodisiac of power;
while others seek silver or gold;
there are even thorns on a beautiful flower;
whatever is known; will
If Only….
Past memories plague us; when we’re old;
especially when sad and lonely;
tho some thoughts are like silver or gold;
others, make us ponder; “If only….”
If only, my life took a different path;
making far different choices;
If only, I had control over my wrath;
listening
The Dawn Of Realization
Throughout the ages; we lacked understanding;
becoming a kingdom of abject capitulation;
in a realm of reality; that’s universally expanding;
now, facing the dawn of realization.
Life is the newborn; its eyes, become open;
facing the complexity of reality;
thoughts become words; verbally spoken;
while
Destined To Die
How can I love; someone I don’t know;
someone; I’ve never seen;
could I be a complete stranger’s beau;
such is an impossible dream.
Pictures say; what we want them to say;
and words; do the same;
love is the game; that some people
Love’s Butterfly
I feel I’m on a deserted island;
floating on an ocean of air;
with only memories, surrounding;
and no one left to care.
Reality has surrendered to the surreal;
all of my purpose seems gone;
my empty life has so little appeal;
and yet; I must
