Poems about Knowledge
The Master warned that evil be resisted;
espescially egredious, was capitulation;
for the evil one, must never be assisted;
no matter what, may be the situation;
Some evil ones are easy to resist;
for they never even bother to hide;
others masquerade to gain our assist;
hiding their evil inside.
Wisdom comes on the wings of Sorrows;
Knowledge sought; in the Depths of Despair;
Futility looms, in Todays and Tomorrows;
Love’s always seeking someone to Care.
Why must Wisdom and Pain be aligned;
and Todays wait for Tomorrows;
is such arrangement, how reality’s designed,
with Destiny as the
The Master planted His seed of thought;
very deep in the garden of life;
designed to grow and become what ought;
becoming both husband and wife.
His seed, as planted, contained perfection;
with provision for all we would need;
but within it all was a seed of rejection;
for it
Most view beauty as conventional;
physicality; what they think it to be.
True beauty is interdimensional;
far more, than what eyes can see;
Eyes can only see what we think;
for thought is reality’s everything;
energy, is the oxygen we drink;
giving sustenance to our king.
Beauty and Love
…How can we exhibit strength, when weak;
how can it possibly be?
It’s a form of strength; quite unique;
generated by decree.
For the strongest man, doing all he can;
is severely limited in power;
when he’s weak; he’s more than man;
and his strength is a
A terrible plague spread worldwide;
casting it’s reign of terror;
all logic, has been cast aside;
except by those who care.
This plague is a disease of mind;
and Evil is its name;
reality’s become redefined;
Evil deserves the blame.
Evil does more than steal and kill;
he
We can’t see the forests for the trees;
doesn’t mean our vision’s defective;
nor, can we; while seeing our knees;
for it’s all a matter of perspective.
Our physical body depends upon eyes;
but the eyes actually “see” nothing;
they take in light; but don’t
I have my own views on politics;
but none are really worth giving;
why address truth with empty quips;
since none of it’s to go on living.
This world is reality’s evil times;
Wisdom is in another incarnation;
evil is the way which destiny defines;
most thoughts lack
