The Richest Man

The Richest Man

Life is most oft deemed a competition;
between the least and the most;
a hopeless waste, and sheer repetition;
allowing the greatest to boast.

As a child; it was who had the best toys;
or, even, the highest grade;
who were the best looking girls and boys;

The Death Of Illusion

The Death Of Illusion

Why do we say, “Good morning, or night?”
Are such greetings forms of illusions?
We’re all simply energies; seeking the Light;
and an end to this kingdom’s delusions.

We all are the Master’s creations of love;
in a kingdom of evil; living alone;

The Death Of Life

The Death Of Life

Friends and family have dissolved into past;
in life, they all were magnificant;
a most stunning evidence, life doesn’t last;
in death, they become insignificant.

It matters very little, what impacts they made;
they’re no longer here, to congratulate;
in their honor; neither brass

Parody Of Truth

Parody Of Truth

Truth is all about knowledge, perfected;
devoid of platitudes and lies;
much of it; discarded and rejected;
told by the look in one’s eyes.

Most pass the time; with lies on their mind;
thoughts hidden under the surface;
more than a few, with whom evil is

On That Day

On That Day

Life is the race that must be completed;
although there’s no loser or winner;
a race where none are actually defeated;
and everyone thinks they’re a beginner.

Tho you don’t think it; you’ve been here before;
this isn’t your first rodeo
if

A Rhapsody Called Life

A Rhapsody Called Life

Life is the glorious love expression;
sheer poetry in constant motion;
rising to a crescendo of total obsession;
as love becomes devotion.

Life is the ultimate artistic masterpiece;
eternal music; a sonata of sound;
an energy birth of the Prince of Peace;
spreading His love, all

The Death Of Physicality

The Death Of Physicality

I feel I’m on a stage, or a movie set;
nothing, anymore, seems to be real;
past failures fill me with much regret;
all possible futures; lost their appeal.

A world. around me, is vapid and vain;
it no longer holds interest for me;
all

The Vanishing World

The Vanishing World

We were born, babies, in a physical world;
or, at least we were taught to believe;
instead, it’s an illusion; by Light, unfurled;
something impossible to conceive.

We are the substance of faith; God sought;
the evidence of things, unseen;
we are the promise of all

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