Poems about Reality
Slavery and it’s minions are always marching;
they never remain devoid of their plans;
tyrants never plan to be among the starving;
even those who’ve bloodied their hands.
Beware of those seeking power over others;
their true motives are never to serve;
while taking freedoms of sisters and
In eternity past, as a seed I was planted;
only a mere thought, the Master found.
His honor and all glory, I was granted;
this mere seed; grown in the ground.
I’ve since forgotten that place of my birth;
which was always meant my true home;
since long ago:
I am a child; offspring of the King;
ageless, and bearing little worth;
doing my best, Wisdom to bring;
for it was my purpose to birth.
I’ve traveled this road many times before;
attempting to love and to share;
now, I find myself traveling it once more;
to show
There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.
Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for
I often wonder why others plan,
those things they desire to hide;
often thinking I’d like to scan;
to discover their motives inside.
But motives are designs by others;
not made for my eyes to see;
thoughts of sisters and brothers;
not meant for the likes of me.
What
…Live each day, as if, the last;
let love be your goodbye;
only this persona has passed;
to soul, death doesn’t apply.
We’re here to build each other;
to strengthen love’s holy bond;
to build up sister and brother;
for future journeys, beyond.
It isn’t a
…What is contained within a word;
how is it that it holds such power?
It seems more than a bit absurd;
a word can become man or flower.
A word is the mode of transition;
the pearl derived from the clam.
A manner of material transmission;
such a Word, becoming
Ever suspected you’ve lived before;
that this isn’t your only time;
perhaps, you’ll even live once more;
your character, to refine.
Reality is an unbelievable complexity;
well beyond what we can imagine;
truths, the Master prevents, we see;
a reality, none can fathom.
We exist in two
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