Poems about Knowledge
Scrapbook Of Memories
Time is the purpose of all pretense;
cataloging pictures of joy and infamies;
past history, chronicles all events;
all found in the scrapbook of memories.
Why is it, that we are obsessed with past;
doesn’t today, provide enough worries?
Must all transgessions, forever last;
with evidence
Recycling Reality
Some think that man invented recycling;
making some garbage become reused;
whatever man does, is merely a trifling;
an ill-fated attempt, by light, diffused.
For all, consists, and is limited to energy;
constantly changing, purpose and display.
Consciousness compresses all by synergy;
thought creates a new dawn;
Tentacles Of Evil
The octopus is an interesting metaphor;
its tentacles, exploring its environment;
a picture of the acts of a competitor;
destroying truth, is evil’s requirement.
It seems that if two hands are better than one;
eight tentacles are much better than two;
throughout time, when there’s
Snowflakes Always Melt
In life, some facts are often hard to take;
so we smile and quickly look away;
the truth’s exposure, can cause heartbreak;
worldwide; snowflakes melt each day.
Snowflakes are delicate, and can’t take heat;
beautiful, and fragile; they fall to the ground;
they are the
Ships On The Ocean
We’re sailing ships, on the ocean of life;
in search of the heavenly shore;
a paradise, devoid of conflict and strife;
and the treasures it has in store.
There is no map, to guide our path;
we’ve been told, simply, to seek;
infused with
Self-Esteem
We often consider egos and self esteems;
but what is that ultimately about;
we think it’s how our self worth seems;
regarding our confidence and doubt.
No physical self worth actually applies;
we’re energy projections from above;
our temporary bodies; mere tissues of lies;
eventually to
The Past Never Happened
I used to think the past was gone;
and, I just needed to forget it;
then, it appeared the past lived on;
so then, I began to regret it.
Finally, I’ve come to a new conclusion;
I was simply an actor on call;
for, it
To Last A Lifetime
Every body is matched to one soul;
created to last for a lifetime;
the soul provides the energy role;
for, it is the body’s lifeline.
No two lifetimes are exactly the same;
for each one, has it’s own role;
within their parameters, each must
