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Simply Thinking

Simply Thinking

Most thoughts are simply rudimentary;
such as thinking of putting ones socks on;
you might even refer to it, as elementary;
like Sherlock Holmes said to Watson.

Other thoughts are of greater complexity;
causing many people to blunder;
even bringing about such perplexity;
so as to tear their

Shrouded In Mystery

Shrouded In Mystery

What is this substance we call reality;
is it bricks and mortar; flesh and bone?
Will its existence, desolve into finality;
or, is it a home for God, alone?

Does a physical universe really exist;
always been; devoid of beginning?
As, so many among us, often persist;

Shadow Of Self

Shadow Of Self

Shade is caused when something blocks light;
creating the darkness, of a shadow;
that darkness translates to a form of night;
appearing as a shadowy meadow.

Shade is a form of diminished reality;
blocking the very Light of day;
Light shining through, restores normality;
guiding our path;

Shallow Passions

Shallow Passions

Passion is the force of the energy of love;
that which gives life all its meaning;
created, first, in the thought world, above;
its light, to the lower world, streaming.

Passions were stirred by the breath of life;
all, generated in the garden, above;
fueling the faith to

Scrapbook Of Memories

Scrapbook Of Memories

Time is the purpose of all pretense;
cataloging pictures of joy and infamies;
past history, chronicles all events;
all found in the scrapbook of memories.

Why is it, that we are obsessed with past;
doesn’t today, provide enough worries?
Must all transgessions, forever last;
with evidence

Recycling Reality

Recycling Reality

Some think that man invented recycling;
making some garbage become reused;
whatever man does, is merely a trifling;
an ill-fated attempt, by light, diffused.

For all, consists, and is limited to energy;
constantly changing, purpose and display.
Consciousness compresses all by  synergy;
thought creates a new dawn; and

Building Reality

Building Reality

I’m the architect of my reality;
all was conceived in my mind;
the permanent drafts; all finality;
from deep within was defined.

I am also reality’s craftsman;
I personally laid bricks in place;
I am the detailed draftsman;
defined my success and disgrace.

I thought it

Cell Phone Tyranny

Cell Phone Tyranny

I just bought a new cell phone today;
why is it I feel I’ve been played?
It seems I just can’t get it to work;
It’s more like a telephone arcade.

This is the second time I’ve tried;
getting this same phone from

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