Poems about Reality
Armageddon
Only the Master holds life and death;
within the palm of His hands;
none, but the One who gave life breath;
holds authority for such commands.
All Life was of consequence, given;
and must never be lightly taken;
to the murder of innocence, none be driven;
God gave life,
The Judge Within
Many fear death and the end of life;
knowing that judgment awaits;
unable to sleep through the night;
their mind considers its fates.
But their understanding is totally flawed;
they know so little, what life is about;
once they’re aware, they’ll be awed;
they’re
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
Death Of An Illusion
We’ve come to accept a dream as an illusion;
for it lacks deeper substance and feeling;
ultimately, most of us have reached a conclusion;
but, such illusions can send us reeling.
Illusions are the thought’s form of vision;
pictures of whatever is on the
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
…It’s All About Me
I view all reality through eyes and ears;
for each is an energy receptor;
I express myself with my voice, and tears;
but, my mind is my truth detector.
Though I accept light in, through my eyes;
my thoughts tell me all that I see;
Sheep Of Light
What purpose hath suffering brought;
to life’s ancient wanderers;
has it raised ideas to be taught;
punctuated by plunderers?
Do endless sorrows add some purpose,
to love’s enduring embrace;
or other motives lie neath the surface;
planning to take love’s place?
The world lies
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