Poems about Knowledge
Are dreams the illusions of the minds;
or a form of, within mind, travels;
do they reflect how thought unwinds;
or consciousness unravels?
Do we pinch, to see if we’re dreaming;
is that the test to see what’s real;
or is consciousness, itself, scheming;
what we think, is
Your will is the essence of all you imbue;
asserting, all you think, see, and feel;
the internal blueprint of all that is you;
that, which, lays claim you’re real.
Your will is at the very core of the soul;
over such, even death holds no power;
a sense
Reality’s an infinite, eternal landscape;
in which, all lives reside;
a house, from which, none can escape;
even those who’ve tried.
We currently live in one of its rooms;
a separate reality, it seems;
tho we think, past and future, looms;
they’re a part of present’s
What are the limits to what we imagine;
the boundaries to all we conceive;
and more than that; what can we fathom;
all the limits to what we’ll believe?
How is it reality came about;
did such a thing always persist?
Or was it created from the inside out;
Freedom is God’s ultimate gift;
where we must always be;
government proposes it’s drift;
leading to slavery.
God gave life and freedom, above;
man has chosen a worldly king;
God promises unending Love;
government promises everything.
The brightest aren’t in charge;
nor will they ever be;
kings
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
