Enigma Of Free Will
We think since, in freedom, we are designed;
the Master allows our minds to run free.
Do we have any doubt, at all, in our mind;
we become whatever he meant us to be?
We’ve all rebelled; as children tend to do;
freedom’s the
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REALITY
Poems about Reality
Empty
I recall events from a far distant past;
when life was just convening
totally believing this life would last;
filled with a sense of meaning.
I had entered life’s stadium; its venue;
a crowd had been ushered in;
this world presented an unlimited menu;
a grandiose way to
An Ode To Madeline
I met you at a most opportune time;
it seemed the Winter of a life;
it must have been of the Master’s design;
for I had lost both sons and a wife.
Divorce had been this life’s destiny;
separated from those I love;
you
The Ghost Of Yesterday
I am the ghost of yesterday;
tomorrow can never be;
the future has arrived today;
and I am the future me.
I lament a tomorrow that never came;
its future was so pristene;
neither peace; nor success, bear my name;
all of it; merely a dream.
The Pain Of Separation
No life was created to live alone;
we all need companions, and friends;
now in a kingdom away from home;
our pain of separation descends.
We begin life in a nursery environment;
where there’s one to take care of us;
getting attention, has but one
Menagerie Of Light
There’s a home for life, when wild;
where demons stalk at night;
that all of life, can be reconciled;
the menagerie of Light.
It appears to be a material world;
but instead; it’s born of Light;
thoughts; cast by light, unfurled;
an illusion’s born
The Natural Placebo
A philosopher said; “I think; therefore, I am,”
a most fascinating description;
we might further add: I think; therefore I can;
a cure; requiring no prescription.
The mind is a marvelous natural placebo;
creating realities before our eyes;
only the fool with an exagerated ego,
the power
Crescendo Of Life
Life’s a crescendo of a musical note;
created in perfect harmony;
where God and his son join to emote;
life’s the eternal symphony.
The Maestro created an ode called humanity;
in his royal garden above;
rejection became; due to its vanity;
instead of an ode