The Shadow Of Yesterday
I have become, but a ghost of my past;
I wasn’t sent here to stay;
nothing in this kingdom was meant to last;
and I am the shadow of yesterday.
There have been many, who’ve come before;
and many who have yet to come;
Poems about Knowledge
The Shadow Of Yesterday
I have become, but a ghost of my past;
I wasn’t sent here to stay;
nothing in this kingdom was meant to last;
and I am the shadow of yesterday.
There have been many, who’ve come before;
and many who have yet to come;
The Ghosts Of Yesterday
Many friends and loved ones simply moved on;
no longer living in this season of today;
my mind can’t conceive of the thought they’re gone;
to me; they’re the ghosts from yesterday.
Many of their past homes are no longer around;
for they,
The Purpose Of Sorrow
Sadness and sorrow are spices of life
essential ingredients of a feast;
tho, as thoughts; they cut like a knife;
bread cannot rise without yeast.
Life must have both sunrise and night;
for both are in some ways equal;
sunrise brought dawn into the light;
death
The Season Of Life And Death
We’re the creators of the life we live;
more than you will ever know;
for all evil, we know, God will forgive;
for pain makes the soul grow.
Life was created by conscious thought
physicality was a holographic picture;
from the mind; was
The Face Of God
We live in a beautiful, mystical kingdom;
that no one on earth understands;
granted, by the Master, unlimited freedom;
“Love thy neighbor” he commands.
This kingdom consists of magnificent scenes;
travel has become a favorite vacation;
this entire kingdom is a planet of dreams;
on every
Kingdom Of Consequence
If only I could turn back the pages;
revisit my former time;
armed with the wisdom of the ages;
becoming love sublime,
If I’d only seen, then; what I see now;
my life could have been grand;
to life’s temptations; I’d never bow;
for
Tomorrow Becomes Yesterday
I’ve lived many lives combined into one;
watching each day; become night;
yesterday’s gone; a new day’s begun;
I feel I’m drawn toward the light.
So many days have come; then passed;
wondering what I’ve done wrong;
how can I make this
A Mood Called Love
A mood is simply a season of thought;
from sunrise; until sundown;
within the soul every mood is wrought;
even the serious; becomes the clown.
Our thoughts shape what we become;
some even think they’re the smartest;
all our divisions shall soon succumb;
we are