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Dream World

Lying asleep, a door to my right;
was forcibly, pushed wide open;
alertness, restored; ending night;
it’s longevity was only mere token.

Why was reality suddenly driven,
to invade my peaceful slumber?
Why did it permit, a jolt, be given;
fiercely, my sleep, to encumber?

The incident, it seems:

A Scrap Of A Cardboard Box

As I walked to my mailbox, beside the road
a piece of trash caught my eye.
The remains of a crushed cardboard box,
was there in the grass, nearby.

It meant nothing to me; this litter, this trash;
merely tossed from a car passing by;
an affront to surroundings, this

The Vessel

A sailing vessel, the vestige of past;
is traversing uncharted seas;
it’s wooden hull has managed to last;
it carries cargo, intended to please.

That vessel exists for a limited time;
designed to rot and decay;
from the beginning, by his design;
destined to pave the way.

We are

Arduous

Life is a most arduous journey;
with barriers along the way;
you almost need an attorney;
in order to negotiate each day.

Why does it all seem so trying;
does life’s stress have appeal?
Must we spend much time crying;
for this life to appear to be real.

Why

Reality's Clown

Life is challenged with mountains to climb;
great oceans, with waters to swim;
but until I am able; my limits, define;
I won’t know where to begin.

Those great craggy rocks bring on my fears;
for its a long long way down;
and my dread of the water brings

The Ultimate Sonnet

The panoramic scene,
encompassed all in view;
leaves and grasses, green;
kissed by morning dew;

lush green meadows,
and mountains caught my eye;
my vision, teased by beauty,
made me want to cry.

What is this reality,
that challenges emotion;
creating the very ultimate
of maximum devotion?

What draws in

Universal Consciousness

Awareness is all about being;
creating all that we feel;
and though its present seems fleeting;
its past seems sad and surreal.

The future never existed;
all things have happened before;
though man has persisted;
he’ll always return for more.

The memories of love and yesterday,
nearly drive us

Unending Cycles

This world was created to end;
someday was a part of his plan;
twas an easy policy to defend;
considering the evils of man.

But how would it all take place;
considering how, composed;
by instituting time and space;
and sacrificing a perfect rose.

Time and space would limit;
all

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