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The Disparity

Reality to imagination; there’s disparity;
what you think; compared to feel;
it’s almost like reality has polarity;
what you see; compared to what’s real.

For how in this world is reality defined;
for seeing is not really believing;
what you see; is determined by mind;
the world

Love Blossoms

Most think flowers are matter;
they bloom and blossom in sight;
but love’s energy tends to flatter;
it’s a blooming flowering delight.

Most think love blooms one time;
and then, it’s destined to die;
leaving an empty place on the vine
to wither alone, and to cry.

The Real World

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

The Power Of Tears

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

The Power Of Love

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

The Power Of Doubt

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

The Quill

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

To Those You Hate

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

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