Beyond Physicality

Beyond Physicality

Love is the power to move mountains;
then; tumble them level to the ground;
Love created, ever flowing fountains;
with raindrops of life, falling down.

Love wasn’t meant to be a thought or feeling;
it’s an exquisite, creative, energy power;
its strength sends great mountains reeling;

Serving Two Masters

Serving Two Masters

I’m living in two worlds; at the same time;
this physical place is a world of disasters;
while the upper kingdom; is thought, sublime;
they are ruled, by two different masters.

My physical self, is getting on in years;
a kingdom of thought knows no ages.

Behold A Visitor

Behold A Visitor

Behold a visitor to Death’s bedside;
an aunt from a lifetime ago;
one who, in love; would always abide;
her love helped others grow.

My Mother and Father, I loved so much;
I felt I’d been a disappointment;
from both, came the depth of love’

Degredation Of Humanity

Degredation Of Humanity

The world is sinking in abysmal despair;
all truth has been replaced with lies;
leadership has become an incestuous affair;
nobility is evil’s disguise.

Children of God; their nobility, sheared;
pacified sheep in a demonic sleep;
the God, we worship; no longer feared;
earth has become;

The Agony Of Growth

The Agony Of Growth

The pain seems, to me, totally unbearable;
I’m at a loss, to describe how I feel;
my garment, of pain; completely unwearable;
I can no longer sense what is real.

Many think that pain is God’s punishment;
for the many things I have done;

The Objective World

The Objective World

Most believe there’s an objective existence;
a reality, independent of our thought;
perhaps, instead, it’s our subjective persistance;
determined we know what God wrought.

All of reality is created within the mind;
the eyes, only let the light come in;
touch and sound, by thoughts

Finish The Race

Finish The Race

Life is sometimes refered to as a race;
as tho everything is competition;
but, no one can take another’s place;
then, life would be mere repetition.

The only competitors are evil and good;
competing in everyone’s thought;
often, their purpose is misunderstood;
perfection is tediously

What Am I ?

What Am I ?

I am the sound of a thousand voices;
the wind, the rain, and the sea;
I am the one with a million choices;
and I’m given the freedom to be.

I am God’s answer to evolution;
that scientific hyperbole;
rebirth; not death; is God’s

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