GOD

Wistful Memories

Melancholy would descibe each memory;
with so very few exceptions;
My past is baptised in total infamy;
I mostly recall my rejections.

Wistful memories enter every dream;
they’re thoughts; I cannot forget;
my failures have captured my self-esteem;
filling me with a sense of regret.

As I

The Puppet

A most lifeless form of a fool exists;
a life; with ignorance, unmatched;
joined by their followers and pessimists;
their lives; have strings, attached.

They live, and move; by the tug on a string;
their voice; the voice of another;
their permeable will allows everything;
their faith shall

Temper Of Will

Why does my temper get out of control;
are my thoughts; no longer my charge?
My will is the blueprint core of my soul;
why is my temper often at-large?

We consider temper; a measure of emotions;
it can, either, blow hot or cold;
when hot; it

The Master Of My Soul

If the master of my life; I could be;
I’d create a quite different story;
everything would turn out differently;
I’d imitate the King of Glory.

God would always be on my mind;
my love, for him; always fervent;
towards his will; I

Kicking And Screaming

Why do most choose to revist the past;
do we think we’ll somehow change it?
Empiracally, we know the present can’t last;
do we think we’re able to rearrrange it?

What events from our past, have our appeal;
are they our past failures; or

The Ones We Love

Why must we hurt the ones we love;
is it an axiom; a rule?
Wisdom comes, from God above;
pain is often caused by a fool.

Why are loved ones the target of such;
why would they be our prey;
could it be that we trust

The Balance Of Nature

In all of life; there’s an ebb and flow;
words, are energy’s nomenclature;
in order to survive; all life must grow;
there must be a balance of nature.

Whatsoever goes up; must come down;
whatever’s inside; must come out;
synchonicity is the Master’

Perfect Vision

In one way or another; all are blind;
yet, see what we want to see;
few even know how vision is designed;
perfection; what we want it to be.

Most think that we see with our eyes;
without a thought to question;
but consciousness has its own replies;