And Passing By What Is Real

Not many things truly are

What it appears to be on the outside

Even the diamond

Maybe a Cubic Zirconia

Gold bar

Perhaps gold plated

An appetizing dish

May not be so fresh

But few ever considers

Even contemplates the possibility

That what lies inside may

Truly be much better than outside

Like a dirty diamond

Hiding the genuine identity

What appears gold plated

Is truly solid gold

And the dish that is inconspicuous

Is indeed delicious

Almost all drawn to the fake 

That appears real

And passing by what is real

Judging it is not

To The Promised Land

What is life of a man
But a journey out of Egypt
To the promised land

But not allowed to enter

Having strayed off the map
To die in the desert wandering

While the next generation
The newborn generation
Enters the promised land

What is life of a Christian
But a journey out of Egypt
To the promised land

And enters

Being born again
By the grace of God

A Tiny Black Hole

So many small people
In this world

Not physically small
Not small in their bank account
Not small in fame or popularity

Nor in power
Or social or academic status

Not small in any regard
In terms of accomplishment

But so small tiny minuscule
In the way they think and behave

To protect ever so large but fragile
Ego balancing on the beam

So small indeed
A tiny black hole

Alone

A person all alone in the world

Feels lonely 

A person in the city of million people

Feels lonely

Whether married or single

With friends or not

After all that which masks

The loneliness wears off

Drugs sex endless party

Whatever the temporary distraction

This feeling of loneliness 

Innate in all human beings

Will be inescapable until

One discovers and accepts

The One

Who will never leave you 

Alone

Yet Neither One Of Them

Is life not fair
A double edged sword
That cannot satisfy
The man that wields it

Man driving a Ferrari passing by
A man waiting for the bus

Woman struggling to evade hunger
While another struggles to lose weight

One man living in 5000sq feet penthouse
Two families living in 2000sq feet condo

Yes
The poor knows about the rich
And the rich knows about the poor

In the same way that a man
Knows there are stars in the sky

Yet neither one of them
Feels any happier than the other