Poems about Knowledge
The Ghost Of Yesterday
I am the ghost of yesterday;
tomorrow can never be;
the future has arrived today;
and I am the future me.
I lament a tomorrow that never came;
its future was so pristene;
neither peace; nor success, bear my name;
all of it; merely a dream.
The Pain Of Separation
No life was created to live alone;
we all need companions, and friends;
now in a kingdom away from home;
our pain of separation descends.
We begin life in a nursery environment;
where there’s one to take care of us;
getting attention, has but one
Menagerie Of Light
There’s a home for life, when wild;
where demons stalk at night;
that all of life, can be reconciled;
the menagerie of Light.
It appears to be a material world;
but instead; it’s born of Light;
thoughts; cast by light, unfurled;
an illusion’s born
The Natural Placebo
A philosopher said; “I think; therefore, I am,”
a most fascinating description;
we might further add: I think; therefore I can;
a cure; requiring no prescription.
The mind is a marvelous natural placebo;
creating realities before our eyes;
only the fool with an exagerated ego,
the power
Crescendo Of Life
Life’s a crescendo of a musical note;
created in perfect harmony;
where God and his son join to emote;
life’s the eternal symphony.
The Maestro created an ode called humanity;
in his royal garden above;
rejection became; due to its vanity;
instead of an ode
Jaundiced Eyes
It seems as though I see life differently;
living in a world of my own;
I don’t see the reality that others see;
my thoughts have another home.
At this moment, I am of a similar nature;
tho my consciousness is drifting;
my reality, defined by a
The Cloister Called Earth
Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.
Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,
The Calm Within The Storm
Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.
Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.
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