Why those elements which fill the entirety of our existence fail us
Sometimes beyond us knowing what idea we have to take next
Stopping the directions of a faulty line may need to be redialed
In delaying with the thought that died over a million years ago
Into the void, we fall not hearing the voice of God when we call
A waxwork of complications moulded into the disorderly functions
carving out the mental structure inside the foundation of ideas
Bonding together in abundance when the world started crying
And that with a quote we make a statement that's filled intention
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways. The point, however, is to change" 'said Karl Mark'
We listen or either turn the road around and run the other way
why wisdom becomes King and Queen is a relish we desire
Here is not now no more so there are no choices but forward
Questions and an answer speak aloud when compatible happily
Forever never having a talent enough for anything to aspire
Clever intelligence thought wise until the day came along for sad
Knowing its truths and how the stars are shining down on us to
Our weathers teaches the way the direction this world's shows
With atrocities causing the ground to shake in fear of breaking
Underneath it all, there is the growth of the power deserved
A question from the heart never appears to be what it really is
Showing signs in remembering the ones who always forget
In touching upon the inside the hidden departments of a soul
Bringing life back into the thriving diversity that we can all see
The flower blossoms beneath our feet and falls in love with us
Tender life to be with a delicate attribute with exclusive offers
And in paying your dues but learning where the vice is to
Limitations on all credibility factors are all showing up in college
Whereabouts was the idea that committed suicide inside of us
For flowing against the tide is a miracle when-when ebb said so
life succeeds in us somewhere when we really need to know
Clasp in our hands the fortune that each and all of us was born
In thanking living is a secret yet many of fail to breathe in or see
Completion is the ticket for all of Gods children to create more
And on this land, we roam forever building our homes to stay.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Awsome man! Great write 👍👌👌👌
nice one jeffreyjames, glad you think its awesome.
and death shall have no dominion
that's a good perception onepauly. thank you.
A fine and engaging write Kevin
-thanks for sharing these well-chosen words of perceptive wisdom as a bouquet of reasons for using God' personal aid to build a completion
well said, Fay Slimm, thank you very much for your kind words.
Awesome writing and full of intriguing thoughts and ideas. You are a must. Thank you
The hand of God and small, still voice lends to us completion, that in all of our striving we sometimes finally find the means to simply be still. The paradox is, it's rarely found without the seeking and groping. Lots to digest here, sir. Perhaps a third read.
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