Poems about Knowledge
Betrayed With A Kiss
Many people seek love and attention;
wanting to take; more than they give;
others live in doubt, and apprehension;
lost in the life that they live.
The world is full of movers and shakers;
humility comes at a cost;
most, among them, are reality’s takers;
Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda...
Why must my focus be on yesterday;
shouldn’t it be on here and now?
Tomorrow is a date; not yet in play;
for, only today, can I take a bow.
Yesterday is long gone; forever passed;
shoulda, coulda, woulda won’t help;
memories of failure aren’
Slavery Of Thought
Thought’s the foundation for everything;
not ever meant to be deemed restricted;
thoughts controlled; will slavery bring;
any offenders, would be convicted.
Unrestrained thoughts are required;
for one to actually be free;
only free thinkers make us inspired;
that’s how God meant us to be.
Seeds Of Thought
We think thoughts are basically organic;
created solely within our mind;
to think they’re from others, makes us panic;
wondering, by whom, they’re designed.
Many thoughts; planted as seeds by the creator;
we’ve claimed, as tho they’re our own;
other thoughts, from new
Only God
Only God can create a world of beauty;
in thought, above; then, illusion, below;
only the Master, considers it his duty;
to plant life, and help love to grow.
Only God can create a delicate flower;
then, allow it to live on its own;
only the Master has
Out Of Space?
As my car was approaching the city;
I saw new construction, all around;
all the trees and flowers looked pretty;
little remaining space could be found.
Looking skyward; I saw several planes;
tho it didn’t seem too crowded.
What happens when no space remains;
will life,
The Glass Filled With Life
There’re those who say their glass is half full;
saying it, quite proudly; you can tell;
much of their eyes are covered with wool;
by definition; it’s half empty, as well.
Our gift called life; a glass of champagne;
a blessing so far
The Guilt Over Innocence
Guilt is wrapped around much of my thought;
etched with my pain and sorrow;
I bear that guilt for all that I’ve wrought;
perhaps, I’ll forget it tomorrow.
But, tomorrow always stays one step ahead;
barely remaining in view;
all guilt remains, until we
