Poems about Knowledge
Money Talks
We live in a world where money is king;
we are just money’s slaves;
with money, we can buy anything;
becoming the serpent’s knaves.
Morality and ethics; each only a word;
both, we’re told to ignore.
Money says, “morality” is clearly absurd;
and ethics can’
The Prescription
When sick, we see a doctor or nurse;
due to illness or other affliction;
in order that things won’t get worse;
we’re given a doctor’s prescription.
A prescription is an order you can obey;
to improve your physical condition;
instead, you may think, “I’ll
How Goes It ?
Where do we go; where is it, we’ve been;
what kind of road must we travel?
What are we up to, when we begin;
are we threatened it all will unravel?
Do any of us ever go anywhere;
or are we simply words on the page?
How Do We Love ?
How does one think the embrace of love;
how does it enter the realm of the mind;
does it come from thoughts, above;
is it only by emotions, defined?
What form of beauty enters each eye;
and messages deep within the brain;
what form of energy,
Futility
Why is it that I was born to live;
if I’ve also been born to die?
Just what is it, my life can give;
there must be a reason why.
Why must I suffer growing pains;
or even any pain at all;
who benefits; where are the gains;
Seeds Of Faith
As beings comprised of consciousness;
where all manner of energies dwell;
created to become beings of righteousness;
competing with the energies of hell.
Faith is much more than information, taught;
it’s the seed of all truth; planted within;
an inner knowledge; by the Master wrought;
where
Two Spirits, Divided
Most consider themselves as an individual;
a physical being; powered by a soul;
the energy, within, they think is residual;
powering the body; its solitary goal.
Instead; each being is two spirits, in one;
two natures, in each one; resided;
a solitary entity, when time had begun;
Sprinkles Of Wisdom
In the early morn; before there’s light;
revelations begin to creep in;
it requires enduring the dark of night;
for sprinkles of wisdom to begin.
Evil has been busy, while we all sleep;
for the darkness is his special time;
it’s a bountiful harvest; evil
