KNOWLEDGE

Fine Print

The devil was first to employ fine print;
for those lies; man was banished;
leaving man; for generations; to lament;
while God’s truth simply vanished.

Man then became the prisoner of lies;
creating endless sorrows and fears;
failing to recognize the devil’s disguise;
causing God unrelenting

Righteous  Anger

How can righteous and anger go together;
It just doesn’t seem like they fit;
much like wearing short pants with a sweater;
or trying to stand while you sit.

It seems as if those, most likely to forgive;
simply love to embrace their anger;
its almost as

The Death Of Passion

We are the salmon swimming upstream;
the swallows returning to Capistrano;
all of life is about following our dream;
wherever love takes us; we go.

Love is the eternal soul’s oxygen supply;
without it; we breathe our last breath;
the passions of love; we cannot

Life Segment

Most think they have, but one life to live;
with conflicts and sorrows; to endure.
Each lifetime; is a segment; learning to give;
death comes; all sorrows; to cure.

All must die; to be born again; and again;
life isn’t a singular book or novel;
in some

Fountain Of Youth

No one can remain young forever;
it’s nothing to do with reason;
all the years seem to run together;
youth is merely a season.

Youthful beauty is worn as a crown;
but, upon it, you cannot rely;
all physicality must wear down;
and then, eventually die.

Don’t Cry For Yesterday

Make sure you don’t cry for yesterday;
all those tears should already be dry;
save your tears, for only today;
for yesterday’s already passed by.

Things happened; I’d like to forget;
forever, staining my past;
so much, in my life, that I

Done In Darkness

Some of us do evil deeds in the dark;
for evil seems to thrive in the night.;
we somehow think we’re being smart;
hiding our evil deeds from the light.

We obviously know wrong from right;
or we wouldn’t feel the need to hide;
most

Discombobulated

Many of my thoughts go here, then there;
like the fluttering of Autumn leaves;
it makes me seem as though I don’t care;
hiding my thoughts up my sleeves.

Why can’t I think of one thing at a time;
must thoughts, fall like snow flurries?
My mind