A New World Order

A New World Order

The world has been vanquished by lust and desire;
the simplicity of love; no longer in taste;
greed and pride have become the new empire;
allowing all manner or form of disgrace.

Truth, long ago, has vacated earth’s throne;
replaced by narratives of complicity;
deception

Love Of The Mind

Love Of The Mind

Is there somehow an appropriate age;
where man and woman can love?
I’ve been seeking an all-knowing sage;
from the heavenly realm above.

As I grow older; it’s all hit and miss;
I’m someone; none long to see;
yet, do I long for

Places On A Map

Places On A Map

We’ve lived so long in a false reality;
we no longer even seek proof;
it should be clear; life’s a duality;
tho few of us know the truth.

Our lives consist of times and places;
tho in heaven; neither exist;
focused only on bodies

Heaven's Prodigals

Heaven’s Prodigals

Only a few wear pride with each step;
the rest of us languish in guilt;
prodigals of life don’t seem too adept;
they’re the first flowers to wilt.

Guilt is the garment; most of us wear;
from our life’s very beginning;
we were prodigals;

Seasick

Seasick

We think that we are physical beings;
traversing these plains of earth;
tho our mind became in a world, unseen;
consciousness gave us our birth.

We’ve become obsessed with what we see;
and, all that we feel and touch;
unconcerned about what truth might be;
our eyes might

Evolution Of Love

Evolution Of Love

Every life is a journey of explorations;
mysteries, that must be resolved;
often demeaned by man’s exploitations;
requiring our sins be absolved.

There are many roads from which to choose;
life is a complex labyrith; to be sure;
nothing is about, whether we win or lose;

Thank You, Lord

Thank You Lord

Thank you Lord, for my sorrows and woes;
and all of my emptiness; you fill;
thank you, too; for my failures; exposed;
equip me to follow your will.

Forgive me, Lord; when I boast of success;
as failure, lurks round the bend;
visit me; with well deserved

Waves Of Thought

Waves Of Thought

Life is the flow of conscious history;
a reality that is ever so deep;
forged on the anvil of infinite mystery;
whatsoever it sows; it shall reap.

Life is an energy; always in motion;
ocean waves; coming ashore;
fueled by energies of love and devotion;
ever returning;

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