A Thought Poetry

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 7th 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 7th 2013