Poems About Love
From The Bosom Of God
Creation is motion of light and sound;
their waves traversing all reality;
an ebb and flow, permanently abound;
they are constant, without finality.
A picture of true reality exists;
a holographic kingdom of Light;
within its images we persist;
facing an endless night.
Reality, itself,
…Artistry Of The Mind
We gaze upon reality’s magnificance;
this kingdom’s unending beauty;
created by thoughts of omnipotence;
for, it all was perfection’s duty.
We think God created this stage of light;
each tree and flower; a part of design;
but, energy waves are all that’s
Armageddon
Only the Master holds life and death;
within the palm of His hands;
none, but the One who gave life breath;
holds authority for such commands.
All Life was of consequence, given;
and must never be lightly taken;
to the murder of innocence, none be driven;
God gave life,
The Judge Within
Many fear death and the end of life;
knowing that judgment awaits;
unable to sleep through the night;
their mind considers its fates.
But their understanding is totally flawed;
they know so little, what life is about;
once they’re aware, they’ll be awed;
they’re
The King Of Deception
We find ourselves in a world of deception;
where the truth remains in disguise;
it all began with the earth’s inception;
earth is the kingdom of lies.
Evil’s persona sits atop this world’s throne;
with his cohorts sharing all power;
the rest are
The Alien
Although the surroundings appear familiar;
something about them seems strange;
reality has tranformed to a realm, most peculiar;
tho I’m unable to assess the change.
Other faces are losing their familial connection;
my eyes drink their energies in;
tho my mind senses some societal rejection;
a new
Revelations
Darkness prevails over the creation;
even when daybreak begins;
evil continues to gain saturation;
continuing to count his wins.
Sunrise brings us a brand new day;
causing new hope to be born;
while evil continues to have sway;
and many new sheep are shorn.
Hope is held captive in
…Serendipity
A time long ago; when I was young;
and Spring was in the air;
perhaps, a life, before this had become;
my energy goes everywhere.
Tho I don’t remember lives of the past;
those fragments of memory remain;
serendipitous events, in the mind lasts;
the ballad of life’
