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Last Great Creation
“How long has it been, since that last great Creation?”
Perhaps our reality, our entire life,
Is nothing more than a simulation.
Maybe we are just output
of one set of formulae.
He the Creator, asks Himself,
“How long has it been?
Since I felt satisfied, content,
With the world I'd created?”
There are an infinitely many worlds to imagine.
Perhaps then, we are nothing more than a dream.
And when He wakes, we'll quake in his wake
And perhaps face, what many call Judgment Day.
“I am omnipotent, am I not?
Anything I hope to be, will be.
And perhaps, those things I do not wish,
Those irrepressible thoughts, come to be also.”
A poet endures this same reality.
Every few Creations
One comes about
Which surpasses the rest.
A work, the majuscule of the alphabet,
Which provokes and makes one question.
One which will turn author, into king
Much like King Arthur as Excalibur unstuck.
In our creation we were given imagination.
For He hoped His makings would make Him proud.
He wished that they would create their own worlds.
Take advantage, make Him proud.
Last Great Creation:
I believe that we here on earth are but a dream, and there will be an awakening and account; and we will be dismissed as figments of the imagination
and become invisable and disappeared we would have so passed the point of no return in warfare against the planet earth, God's creation. Deep thinking poem and well thought out. I hope some of human kind continue to as you say explore and evolve and find our own answers also.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you Griffith, For some
Thank you Griffith,
For some reason a few of my poems revolve around encouraging others to write,
They start out very different from what I intend when I begin but
I am pleased you enjoyed the results.
Thanks again!
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.