Renaissance Of Evil

Renaissance Of Evil

There’ve been past periods of renaissance;
where society peeled back the dark ages;
God’s love, established a new ambiance;
but, division is, now, occuring, in stages.

Renaissance is a sweeping change, or rebirth;
encompassing the landscape of reality;
a renaissance of evil has overlapped the

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Reconstructing

Reconstructing

After wars; there’s a period of reconstruction;
for any kingdom is in constant conflict;
in the gap in-between; peace brings seduction;
and some leaders govern by edict.

What is it that makes one want to be king;
becoming in charge of one and all;
the one who

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The Power Of Thought

The Power Of Thought

Thought is creator of all that’s made;
the blueprint behind all creation;
planner, where each brick was laid;
allowing for no deviation.

Thought held all energy, hidden within;
converting some of it, to sound;
allowing the Light of Life to creep in;
and it suddenly

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I Am The River Of Life

I Am The River Of Life

I am water from the river of life;
emptying into reality’s ocean;
fighting rapids of earthly strife;
embodying love’s devotion.

God didn’t always promise peace;
for such is destiny; not means;
but, he did speak of sweet release;
for all is

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The Badge Of Humility

The Badge Of Humility

A smart man, who, when asked, how he was doing;
replied, “Better than I deserve.”
Taking into account, how his wealth was accruing;
I was taken aback by his nerve.

Strangely, I took it as a unique form of boasting;
indicative of a prideful form of

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Soul Agenda

Soul Agenda

All souls, created, have a purpose;
seldom does one, know what it is;
it’s usually hidden, neath the surface;
only the Master knows; it’s his.

A Great Artist, creates for a reason;
whether working in marble or oils;
applying mediums, according to season;
to each creator,

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Sliding Downhill

Sliding Downhill

I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.

I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I

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Meeting Of The Minds

Meeting Of The Minds

I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.

For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.

Blue eyes flashed; a

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