LOVE

Eclectic Faith

Every religion has all the truth;
and wants to show us the way;
each has their own form of proof;
and, to their own god, they pray.

Everyone becomes a know-it-all;
experts on how to behave;
pride causes everyone one to fall;
to something; each is a slave.

The First Stone

It seems that we always want to be first;
in almost everything we do;
perhaps we’re born with a competitive thirst;
and expect to always come through.

We pride ourselves in our decisions;
we prefer to be the first to decide;
decisions made; require no revisions;

Odd Wisdom

Daily we dwell in all of life’s mystery;
attempting to sort out the truth;
digging for relics; throughout history;
believing we’ll find the proof.

How did this wonder of life, come about;
what brought us all to this dance;
did it all begin; with the Master’

Judge Not

Through life; man seeks to imitate God;
tho we don’t even know who He is;
such thinking seems much more than odd;
for, He isn’t ours; we are His.

We arrogantly think that we understand;
simply by studying His precepts;
sincerely thinking it’s His command;

Thoughts Become Reality

Thought is the only proof of reality;
its freedom is truly God-given;
earth brought lies and superficiality;
dishonesty is man-driven.

Within our minds; we cannot lie;
we cannot even begin;
thoughts, within; cannot defy;
for truth is known, within.

Deception is the evil, hiding inside;
it dare

Foundations Of Contempt

Everything created; has a foundation;
even buildings, raised from the ground;
God’s kingdom, is the ultimate elevation;
where both love and peace are found.

Feelings, have their own foundations;
created with meticulous care;
sometimes concealed; until their revelations;
tho most still remain unaware.

What thoughts created

A Toxic Brew

Out with the old; and in with the new;
we live in an infinite reality;
sometimes when the old goes out of view;
we can begin to feel its duality.

Our eyes see reality as endless space;
ourselves, as physical beings;
somehow we sense it’s all

The Only Man

It seems the world has turned its back;
to it; I no longer appear;
both truth and love; it seems to lack;
perhaps, the end draws near.

I feel, that I’m in a movie or a play;
I’ve vanished; and out of view;
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