We long to be in the real world;
the one that’s apparent to me;
but, what if our image was hurled;
made projection of facets to be?
What if the real world’s beyond us;
a realm of information it be;
commanded by One who loves us;
information and
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The Cardboard Breadman
Today I cried for one I don’t know;
not a specific woman or man;
my energy, inside, let sorrows flow;
and I cried just because I can.
Pent-up emotions of all mankind;
came flowing upon on me, like rain;
engulfed with a sadness, undefined;
waves of sorrow came flowing
What if a million years is simply a day;
devoid of sunset and sunrise?
Reality says it happens that way;
all life is simply reprise.
What will we be when everything dies;
when the universe takes its last breath?
How will consciousness make its replies;
when everything around it is
As I ruminate on all my weakness;
considering what life is about;
perhaps my greatest is meekness;
expressed in the power of doubt.
Sometimes I think I’ll do anything;
such thoughts; quickly wiped out;
obsessed with what failure will bring;
and blocked by my very own doubt.
My vision
…I’m a novice craftsman;
creating with each word;
a virtual verbal draftsman;
trying to explain the absurd.
Sometimes, a dragon slayer;
one who really tries;
a proverbial truth purveyor;
raising a challenge to lies.
Ideas are oft not true;
those who know it all;
when such ideas imbue;
the
How can they do; all that they do;
how can love be exchanged for hate;
can you forget how they’ve wronged you;
is it even open for debate?
When you revisit the evil they’ve done;
can you even sleep thru the night;
looking back to when it all
There’s very little we understand,
of the immense power we hold;
to which we can avail on demand;
but rarely find ourselves bold.
Often we’re serious for a moment or two;
believing in all that we say;
but simply our words lack power to do;
it’s our
There’s very little we understand,
of the immense power we hold;
to which we can avail on demand;
but rarely find ourselves bold.
Often we’re serious for a moment or two;
believing in all that we say;
but simply our words lack power to do;
it’s our