Poems About Love
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’
The Binary Creation
In the beginning, was the Word;
God, alone; when all was begun;
creation and Creator were blurred;
as both morphed together as One.
The Word was a thought from a mind;
destined to become a binary creation;
all thoughts, were, in heaven, confined;
Love was God’s
Stuff
Why is it I want what others have;
no matter what it might be?
Greed requires some sort of salve;
that all might forever be free.
Nothing, earned or given, will be enough;
tho what I have is sufficient;
our lives can’t be measured, by our stuff;
or
Crop Of Fools
The Master planted life’s seed in reality;
love was to become its principal role;
at the speed of light, it became a duality;
for, the seed was a clone of his soul.
The Master had planted such a seed, before;
though it never met with expectations;
Storms Of The Soul
The storm rages, crashing the rocks;
its waves, flooding the beaches;
inundating ships, moored to their docks;
beyond the anchor’s reaches.
The storm’s intensity, builds to crescendos;
anger, granting it, increasing power;
much like the anger from life’s innuendos;
growing in strength, each
