Why is it that life goes by so fast;
it’s finished before it got started;
why doesn’t it seem like it lasts;
some of my friends have departed.
I’d dreamed I’d be famous and rich;
have mastery over domain;
again and again I see reality switch;
Poems about Knowledge
Why is it that life goes by so fast;
it’s finished before it got started;
why doesn’t it seem like it lasts;
some of my friends have departed.
I’d dreamed I’d be famous and rich;
have mastery over domain;
again and again I see reality switch;
Today was a holiday; or so they say;
but it seems in no way different to me;
as empty hours are gliding away;
I’ve no longer the freedom to see.
What is it I’m doing; as landscapes go by;
searching for a purpose, remaining?
Devoid of sufficient tears,
We’ve blessings, we’ve yet to discover;
hidden very carefully; deeply within;
dimminished capacity; unable to uncover;
we don’t even know, where to begin.
Sometimes they’re hiding in plain sight;
we still don’t know that they’re there;
we, who seldom know wrong from right;
cannot
Fear is the great crippling disease;
it freezes a part of the mind;
preventing success with ease;
while shriveling up your spine.
Fear is brought on by many things;
such as spiders, bees, and bats;
there’s no accounting for all it brings;
public speaking, darkness, and rats.
Our best
…What kind of foolishness do we learn;
do others lead us like sheep?
Do we pay for our failure to discern;
must we always learn, and weep?
Everyone drinks from the cup of knowledge;
and there is so much to be learned;
much more wisdom than taught in college;
do
The Garden of Eden wasn’t a place;
it was more of a state of mind;
nothing within it occupied space;
it was Thought and God combined.
The entirety of knowledge existing;
the book of life for all humanity;
determination of God, insisting;
all this and much more is divinity.
I am never too old to tell the truth;
truth has no age limitation;
never too old to visit a church;
make friends with a new congregation.
I am never too old to tear up and cry;
for tears have great cleansing power;
I am never too old to be
As I ruminate on all my weakness;
considering what life is about;
perhaps my greatest is meekness;
expressed in the power of doubt.
Sometimes I think I’ll do anything;
such thoughts; quickly wiped out;
obsessed with what failure will bring;
and blocked by my very own doubt.
My vision
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