Poems about Knowledge
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
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
