Poems about Knowledge
The Crucible
Earth was designed as the crucible for man;
considered the place of life’s birth;
tho a garden in heaven was where life began;
it’s “melting pot” became on the earth.
It was where all facets of life came together;
all diversity, within it; destined to blend;
I’m a worker, attempting to master my craft;
constructing messages; word by word;
whenever, in time, I construct each new draft,
such a thought, seems even more absurd.
Wisdom and knowledge float about in eternity;
available to those, willing; to seek and find.
Must I be the one, to
If Dr. preceeds their name;
or some letters follow thereafter;
none, may disavow their claim;
not being the subject of laughter.
No matter that others know more;
if they lack that special degree;
their opinions, the experts abhor;
unless the experts agree.
What of sheepskin conveys knowledge;
is it contained
Life is a quest for significance;
the truth matters to some;
too many settle for indifference;
and so, the conflict’s begun.
Analytical skills have become rare;
we want facts served on platters;
no longer do we think or care;
and the truth, no longer matters.
We want to be
…All life swims in an energy ocean;
of which we’re all unaware;
constantly flowing in circular motion;
without understanding where.
None are able to detect its existence;
physical senses no longer aware;
but still, impacted by its persistence;
even though we don’t care.
This energy ocean supplies our
…Life wasn’t created for existance on earth;
all consciousness; designed for unification;
cast out of God’s kingdom, after its birth;
rebellion and division, led to separation.
Unification is the core for all of creation;
“united we stand; divided, we fall.”
division is the cornerstone of separation;
but, if
How can anyone measure their pain;
how can you describe how it feels?
Consider how much wisdom you gain;
for, each gain, comes through ordeals.
Nothing ever learned in this life is easy;
we’re stiff-necked and stubborn, for sure;
an abundance of sorrows makes us queasy;
it’s almost
Sometimes I feel as though life is a prison;
one, devoid of guards, and locked door;
instead, I’ve discovered, it’s more a prism;
with energy light waves, flowing ashore.
We’re not physical bodies, in a physical world;
we are the waves from energy oceans;
we’re waves
