Conspiracy Theories

Let’s laugh at the latest conspiracy theory;
it’s what propagandists teach us to do;
dismiss each one of them without a query;
and the upcoming victim becomes you.

Openly lying to the most honest of folks;
ones who could never even conceive;
convert the most honorable into sad

Infinite Beauty

Is beauty no more than a pretty face,
or a shape that pleases the eyes?
What if you could completely erase,
all physical things, you despise?

Where is it, that all beauty resides;
where did it all begin?
How is it that outward beauty hides;
all the truth that lies

The Placebo

The limited mind of the man, devises;
some cures of the ills, discovered.
Testing such cures, offer surprises;
an energy source is uncovered.

Some are healed, without man’s cure;
a great bane to the researcher’s ego;
lacking knowledge of something obscure;
they simply call it a placebo.

They

The Seed Of Consciousness

It was the source of life; all being;
for it had all begun with the seed;
Consciousness was thought; not seeing;
fully able to supply for all need.

Thought created within His Mind;
within it; planted a seed;
from which would grow, His kind;
just as He had decreed.

From

Yesterday's Still Here

I used to think that yesterday’s gone;
but now, I believe I know better;
all our yesterdays, continue to live on;
like an old, worn, donated sweater.

Time is made up of unlimited dimensions;
a part of us continues, moving ahead;
retaining the past, is the Master’s intention;

Womb Of Thought

Infinity is the place of creation;
the space within life’s womb.
Eternity is the time for salvation;
our emergence from the tomb.

Eternity and infinity are both One;
only, Consciousness, exists;
life’s end has come; and again, begun;
only Thought energy, persists.

Consciousness is a cloud, unseen;
with

Woman Of God

Woman is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be her name;
her very existence, is hour to hour;
and her beauty, is more of the same.

Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;
but their beauty and

Why Is ?

Why is happiness an unreachable star;
where do all the flaws begin;
why must there be a near and far;
and why is there fat and thin?

Why cannot happiness remain supreme;
why must tragedies begin;
can’t we just live the life of our dream;
must sorrows always butt

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