The Impact Of Lies
Is there ever a good reason to tell a lie;
even though the truth is known?
Sometimes it’s embarrassment’s reply;
before a child is yet grown.
It’s purpose is obvious; to one and all;
any lie is an effort to deceive;
false pride
Poems about God
The Impact Of Lies
Is there ever a good reason to tell a lie;
even though the truth is known?
Sometimes it’s embarrassment’s reply;
before a child is yet grown.
It’s purpose is obvious; to one and all;
any lie is an effort to deceive;
false pride
Sour Cream
It’s said that cream rises to the top;
oh how I wish it were true;
world leadership needs a new crop;
Lord, won’t you come through.
The so-called cream has turned sour;
only fools desire to reign;
prospects grow worse by the hour;
cream has
Visions Of Reality
I’ve just awakened from a night of a dream;
grudgingly ready to face a new day;
the light of reality, through windows, stream;
not allowing thoughts to get in the way.
As I look upon reality through window panes;
I can hardly believe what I see;
The Midas Touch
Some seem to have a special proclivity;
predisposed in all that they do;
whatever they do; displaying creativity;
the Midas touch; they imbue.
Midas was a king, in Greek mythology;
upon whom a legend was told;
possessing a special type of physiology;
whatever he touched; turned to
A Ship Called Life
I was recklessly sailing the ship called life;
its winds tossed me, to and fro;
my shipmates constantly caused me strife;
I felt there was no place to go.
I was not the captain; or even the first mate;
I was a writer with no sense
The Conglomerate
Life is a conglomerate of all energies, within;
comprised of every emotion, and thought;
once granted with consciousness, all lives begin;
from knowledge, evolving, are all things taught.
Many of us claim to speak our own mind;
but, what form of mind, would that be?
How are those
The Wages Of Sin
Everything in life has a consequence;
and everything happens for a reason;
death once thought, a type of recompense;
is only a transition to another season.
There’s a cost assessed for our every sin;
a price for every transgression;
all of it; by the Master,
The Mystery Of Tears
What could be the purpose for our tears;
for it seems they often get in our way;
flowing from laughter, sorrows or fears;
even occuring when we pray?
Often they come, as an answer to pain;
no one asked them to come;
sometimes, a result of