A Thought

Throughout all of life, planted are many an evil seed,

giving birth to sick souls, feeding their need

 to control, with many a lost spirit – all it doth feed !,

missing the essence of humanity – is greed !,

while others, with hearts so large, give their all

where nothing is too big, nor is it to small.

From grace, they will, surly, never fall

and among mankind they will surely stand tall.

 

All power, some want, and want to control

the minds of their followers as they stroll

blindly into the arms of an organized religion,

becoming pawns, for this religious affiliation,
that for man, for society, is not, but an abomination,

destroying the hearts and souls of man, of creation.

Where will we be ?, with their world saturation    

and their attempts at political domination.

B. J. “A” 2

October 7^th 2013

 Poetry

Dreams – in poetic expressions,

are but the souls of one’s confessions

of desires realized, of desires dreamt,

of life that would pre-empt

all that is mundane

all that would drive one insane

 

B. J. “A ” 2

October 7^th 2013