KNOWLEDGE

The Golden Rule

Do unto others; as you’d have them to do;
once described as the golden rule;
but times have changed; now; a different view;
kindness is the act of a fool.

Everyone is seeking to gain an advantage;
success is all about winning;
our lives are difficult

Happy Endings

I’ve always preferred a happy ending;
when everything works out fine;
perhaps, I’m even a bit condescending;
thinking God will bring all in line.

For, after all, isn’t life like a book;
written by the Master’s hand?
Anything within; that we undertook;
should turn

Words In The Wind

How can emotions overcome strength;
where does such power begin;
can breadth, even surpass all length;
or is all authority, within?

These are just words, making little sense;
but, aren’t our lives much the same;
often thoughts roll in, that are most intense;
and yet,

Warpaint Of The Soul

Life is comprised of human civilizations;
separated from a universal One;
then, further divided into warring nations;
a prisoner to pride; they’d become.

Pride created a generation of conquerers;
all; descendants of the King;
cast out to become aimless wanderers;
seeking power over everything.

No

A Meandering Stream...

When young; we’re a force of nature;
looking about; our life is a dream;
as we get older; we become nomenclature;
our life; a meandering stream.

We were the winds and waves of power;
demanding to have our own way;
destined to become a wilted flower;

Denial

Pride is the crowning of yourself on the throne;
refusing to accept inconvenient truth;
trusting only yourself; becoming alone;
a total denial of the obvious proof.

Society is a collection of living beings;
humanity subdivided into tribes;
a holographic picture of a kingdom unseen;
producing energies called vibes.

All

The Ultimate Affront

In life; we’ve created a panoply of wrongs;
we’ve done many things we shouldn’t do;
with evil, we don’t do; we’re just “go alongs”
only God can make our lives new.

We’re all wicked; beyond understanding;
in search of God’s

Segue To Life

We think of the earth, as one grand landscape;
a kingdom to which life has laid claim;
a place where only death, allows we escape;
from a tomb, mysterious and arcane.

Perfection was created in the garden of love;
where only Perfection could reign;
prodigals were exiled