Not What We Thought

Thoughts are perfected communication;
telling someone what another one means;
they never require complex mediation;
thoughts about the facts; just as it seems.

Thoughts are always poignant and pure;
while words often trip and fall;
thoughts can even explain the obscure;
words often say nothing at all.

Thoughts; a mixture

Medical Laughter

Laughter is the best medicine;
or so it has been said;
all others in the cabinet; jettison;
a laugh is a natural med.

Some do question what it will cure;
such thoughts must not lead to pause;
toxic reations are not an allure;
and laughter is never their cause.

I’

Iceburg

I am an iceburg, on an endless ocean;
searching to find warmer water;
life, itself, seems in slow motion;
like sheep, I’m led to a slaughter.

For when I reach the warmth that I seek;
and into that ocean, dissolve;
I, as a being, will cease be unique;
and

Life

Life is the energy of every day;
the Author of the book;
Director of the play;
and all that creation took.

Reality is what you make it;
it’s all within your mind;
and no one else can take it;
it’s by yourself defined.

Created by your very thought;

Infinity

What do we call a straight line;
does it ever have an end;
how, then can we such, define;
if it ends just where it begins?

Could a straight line, a circle be;
it certainly has not an end?
Can someone possibly answer me;
their mathematics to defend?

Does a

Two Ships

Two ships in the night is what we were;
though passing; aware of each other;
with thoughts of love; our menu de jour;
such secret passions, we’d discover.

Each of us thought of our life alone;
unaware our thoughts were matched;
dreaming the other would share a home;
and

The Wisdom Of Prayer

Wisdom is a form of energy;
like oil, hidden deep in the ground;
it’s mined in ways we cannot see;
for it’s thought energy all around.

We all think we can study and be wise;
but that isn’t really the way it is;
for wisdom oft remains

Thought

Thought is the wind, beneath my sails.
He’s the sunset that happens each day.
He’s the composition, all reality entails;
and reality’s when Thought’s in his way.

Thought decided that the sky was blue;
and the ocean, he said, should be wet;
He also created each

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