Page 3 of A Lesson


  Exercise of the mind leads to great reward, daily is the path

  That leads us to other paths that are few

  Irritated by the west wind, love is at our borders

  Money flies from the west, horrors never come

  From the skies above

  Years pass as luck is ran dry, religion becomes

  The best route

  Verbal struggles come to push and shove

  Let the waters keep running, the fish will forever swim

  Sports are a beacon that keeps on scorching

  Hustling will never become a thing of the past

  Houses burn as we run by torching

  Heal the many souls that are in need first

  And then comes the time to cure their wants

  Water bursts through the fountains of joy

  Verbal assaults leave many exhausted

  Clear away the incorrect fonts

  Sides seem to be our best picture to portray

  Meat boils in the thrust of a flame, friends become foes

  Real people come about with small means

  Ministers teach proclaimed morals and values,

  Flags to our accomplished goals

  The Case for Life

  Why are we here

  And where are we going

  I know, we did not come here

  Of our own free will

  Nor do we go away as such

  Can anyone truly answer these questions?

  A route that is strenuous

  Besieged with obstacles overlooking our paths

  Has anyone seen God?

  Or known what he is going to do?

  Can prophecy exist even today?

  It would hurt to say no

  If God is all-wise

  Then our wisdom is in line

  Yes, to a certain extent

  But rich with individuality

  Straight from our inner selves

  Shinning without

  The Dog

  Lowering the bowl to the floor

  We weep at the sights, wishing for more

  Glad to keep it, but not happy with the cause

  Please help this being, it makes me sore

  Hanging on the feathers of the ledge

  But never seem to fall off,

  Unless a force is pulling upon us

  Where shall we go? Our minds carry us

  Our souls support the fuss and the curse of the bust

  Realizing not whence the matter will be settled

  Forging new knowledge, the best of our kind

  Ending in unturned manners and magic long lost

  But at a time like this

  What are we expecting to find?

  Deer run in the meadow

  Frolicking in its native

  Or foreign habitat

  Playing algorithms for keepsake

  It turns a head, so wear a hat

  Overseers have sharp eyes

  But the desert gave us pointed minds

  Yes, it leads us to freedom

  Never forget the leaders we tend to find

  Soiled in the sun for too long

  Higher ways are down

  While we are looking up

  Humans look at themselves as frail

  But what are we to say

  About our inner selves, he is a yup

  While we are saying we talk for ourselves

  And think with the highest frames of being

  Do you comprehend the times?

  How tricks are put forth

  With eyes, are we truly seeing?

  The Facts

  Read nothing about it

  It leads to distress

  The big man sits

  And we have to work

  Under duress

  The Feast

  Have the books ever been opened

  Programs are used over and over

  There are many persons, places,

  Things, and ideas new under the sun

  Humans everyday see the sights of

  Luck, whether or not they know Jehovah

  Signs are released to the population

  On a number of occasions

  Science leads one to speculate, people

  Toil for overall betterment

  Tools are manipulated towards certain forces

  Troops slumber as their enemies overrun

  Their battlements

  Demi-gods have arisen and fallen like

  The span of the darkness

  Sieges last but the duration of the part fought for

  We rest assured that moons, planets, and

  Asteroids are there when we wake up

  Couples rise in the morning just to be next to

  Each other on the shore

  The God Who Cares

  Some say there is a person who does not care if we believe in him

  Even though we may mean nothing within his kingdom

  If we do not choose him above everything else

  Know that there is none comparable unto him and life means everything

  The Nation

  As the universe turns

  Stars are running out

  Catching a glimpse of

  What is to be

  Raising and falling to the

  Sound of God as he shouts

  Usurping the folds as they are laid

  Sister fights the causes of our world

  Black holes are forming into new universes

  I get mesmerized in the cream as it swirls

  Tokens are won at every game

  Mental airs awaken to the call of God

  Cities rise and fall and the originators

  Aren’t there to watch

  Places become famous as others tumble hard

  The Reckoning

  Plying through the widening stairs

  Smelling the air as our lives pass

  Gold turns to riches in a blink of an eye

  Yelling at the bystander after the gas has past

  Focusing time and strength on the ages gone by

  Believing in mother as a young child

  Then after a period, things become changed

  There are no more models to tamper

  With our minds that have become mild

  Galaxies move in order

  Just as the underworld turns in turmoil

  Guns are toted to the near extreme

  The scenes unravel

  And the information unfold

  Glossing over the jewelry that is not ours

  Biting our tongue just not to say a word

  Making friends as we lay idle

  Today, not many soldiers kill

  With the hand; some fight with the sword

  The Scandal

  A verse is spoken from the mouth of God

  Religions are broken and renewed

  Feelings are hurt along the way

  Father is crying, he is bound for a nether

  Region only spoken of by few

  The sun plays in the sky, it sheds its hard earned rays

  Mother sits down and recounts the events

  One by one a life is unfolded by the words bursting from her lips

  From time to time curses are ranged forth

  From the depths of her heart

  A tale is spun from the bowels of my ship

  Jokes upon jokes are brought into the light

  A sphere is opened that was once closed

  The aunt captains the ship, gained from times of struggle

  Another woman gets up from bed, puts on her hard earned clothes

  My brother comes into the room,

  Ready for what the old woman has to say

  Clocks are chiming and sister has come in to tell

  Tell us she has dropped her clothes

  The old man has traveled far and wide

  There is none other who knew his way

  She tells us about his misadventures

  How one woman would come and anot
her would go

  How could this ever have been, no other knew

  Of the situation

  Looks like a friend has fallen, born is a new born foe

  The Shepard and the Sheep

  The leaders of the pack

  Has sent a whole spacious stack

  Look to the west

  No one there is to bless

  And we look to the east

  There are secrets to say the least

  Meek is the bearer

  Luck runs dry

  Our mother is here forever

  Deep within we see ourselves

  A vehicle turning a lever

  State to state, nation to nation

  Hoodlums are running wild

  Maniacs do not take cover

  Overseers look down upon us

  The world, is it truly rowdy

  A thing that perishes over space and time

  Or are we here to live

  And to be judged to live more

  In that fiery furnace

  Or eternally with the ones who will love us

  The Sun

  Hot under the new born sun

  Wavering to none in our path

  Uniting under one banner and one flag

  Smelling the pickles, feeling the wrath

  Jealously rampaging down the eastern shores

  Hitting the mark with such preciseness

  That leads to a righteous heart

  Journeys are never told these days

  But to our trusted allies

  Walking in the marketplace

  Eating from the cart

  Hightailing to the edges of the universe

  We will be our new generations forever looking back

  Spoken words get changed second by petty second

  Testing our boundaries, touching our racks

  Siblings release something in the air

  Loving winds that never bear out

  Treading a thin line, monkeys wish to learn

  Step into a ring, who will win the bout?

  The Turning

  Havoc has taken over the city

  Money is spread far and wide

  Jokers tell us about our lives

  Individuals take upon sides

  Who are we to know?

  To even think that something is a fact

  Waters have changed

  And cats have eaten dead rats

  The solar system is changing

  Right in front of our very eyes

  Wisdom is let loose upon the earth

  People die every day like flies

  When are we grown up?

  Who is there to take care of us?

  Do our souls really need a partner?

  Never willing to fold

  But always ready to fuss

  The Way

  Universally hindered by the baked days under the sun

  The desert doesn’t last forever, if only you will see

  Know forever that we will be together, as the sun has been our star

  As time has reigned for time immemorial, and over the seas

  Good is as evil as evil is good, as right is to the left, and left is to the right

  Fools never ask a question, demons rise on the occasion

  Wise men take honey as an oddity, while wise women take lotuses

  The chosen ones are basking in the deserts of Asia

  Fire has taken its bait since antiquity, with no one to spare

  Water is soaked through the bodies of beautiful and lustful women

  Earth is a footstool to the ones who walk upon it

  Air is being dried up by the nostrils of every man and woman

  Tests run dry by plagiarists wanting to take their life higher

  Quizzes would betray us all if they were used correctly

  Mothers lower themselves on bending knee in the future

  Music is such a wonderful art, people encroach upon peoples

  We mask our souls incorrectly

  The Wishful Glance

  Hurt from the pain it gives me

  Crying to the stars that it should be

  Focus is what my mind says, but

  My heart says wish on

  Hurt from the blindness you gave me

  My insides toiling with each other

  The road is rocky and hot, but

  I keep treading on

  Hurt are my eyes as I search

  Killing my wants with every turn

  Popping the string as I try, but

  The truth does not deem otherwise

  Happy that I was alive

  The truth has wrought joy

  Weak am I to the teeth, but

  Now I know

  The World

  Ties the knot to some old focal point

  Test the readiness of a strong force

  Don’t want to go down like a bat out of hell

  Or a snake ready to strike, venom as its source

  People do not go far these days

  Especially not more than yesterday

  But things have changed, new worlds attained

  Converse with aliens in one day

  Wrestle the competitor to the ground

  Wish for a better future than the one ahead

  Jabberwocky abound with unheard of restraints

  The hair on our head, we tend to shed

  Getting all our needs day by day

  Reeling in the snow, something must be there

  Suicides don’t run rampant, nobody is there to watch

  Really, is there anyone in this world?

  Who truly cares

  Time

  Lustful in days ahead

  Silence of the platforms

  As they come to be

  Wheeling as the nights form

  Forging wakefulness during sleep hours

  Managing when we are falling and trying

  Gaining nothing as we live our lives

  Chicken is hard-boiled, some of it is frying

  It isn’t nothing like the season of spring

  Or the ways of fall beaming down upon us

  Indiscretion is a menace, money leads us

  Not taking no for an answer, slipping with

  Our new born curse

  Absent from the afternoons of our day-to-day lives

  Hints abound with playfulness, magic in the air

  Killing time as we meet it, scientific realms spark debates

  Mother says the right thing is to be fair

  Regarding people who are not our friends

  Dating to ease our loneliness, to get a feel for life

  Sailing on the sand, nobody said we can’t do it

  Reeking in evil, wallowing in our fights as we strive

  Hunting for rabbits, do we know what we are doing?

  Sex in the night, Mars wants to marry Venus

  Frolicking in eternity, the mind waits no more

  Are we here for a reason, life is like a game of tennis

  Riding down forgetfulness lane

  Fame is a beacon, riders play it hard

  John is lazy, where do we go?

  How long has there been no bard?

  Today

  This is the day

  Do not forsake it

  Only God is here, staying

  And also what he put forth

  Look within and know yourself

  Learn all you can

  Know God and your parents

  For that will bring you joy

  I look within

  Times to look without

  Today is a time

  Time of an interval

  You should grow wise

  Turn to scriptures

  The Book is holy

  The ones who brought it are too

  But not the new books

  And you do not know

  Look always

  For today is here

  Truth

  Tidying the rooms after our lustful escapades

  Never t
elling of our most intimate details

  Godliness brings us to the point of former returns

  Will we ever know what our lives will entail?

  Sister is always bringing joy to the family

  Not one, but many little ones running about

  Masking in their little mischievous ways

  Lips are ready, puckered and tout

  Dinner is served splendidly on Thanksgiving Day

  Mother is over a hot stove making our delights

  Feasts abound that are known in many corners

  The rest looks away because they know not the sights

  Docked on the border, we pass an inspection

  Brother is carrying a pistol, what can we make of him

  Cousin is scrambling as fast as he can, we need to get over

  As we eat the head, and body, we see the fishes moving fin

  Dragons park in parking lots, the sway is known

  New York is great, but what about the others?

  Have we known about this town or that one?

  Are we ones to say we know one another?

  U N I Verse All

  I am universal

  Opened my mind

  So I can see

  See the ways of the wicked

  And also see the truth

  From the lies

  Chaffed from the face

  Forget none

  But God forgives

  So I forgive

  Arrived on time

  And now

  Its just you

  And I versus everyone

  We Are

  We are one

  Two times two

  Together we reign

  I love you

  And you love me

  This day is ours

  Our time will never be lost

  Money is the game

  But love rings true

  Everyone shall fight

  Gods are interlaced

  Remember me always

  Time to share

  Space is where we at

  Life is short on planet earth

  Know, listen, and learn

  We are

  West of the Sea

  I wear a veil

  As everybody does

  Combing my hair makes

  Me feel better

  Where I ever was

  Faith in the sky

  Rain pours down

  Clouds collide

  Lightning comes around

  Secrets are never known

  Wet is the outlaw

  A jet follows its pilot

  I used to play on a seesaw

  Dimes are running out

  Mother is crying

  Father works harder

  And sister is trying

  The best is known

  Only a few see

  Targets are becoming

  Many fools never be

 
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