Poems About Love
Reality’s an infinite, eternal landscape;
in which, all lives reside;
a house, from which, none can escape;
even those who’ve tried.
We currently live in one of its rooms;
a separate reality, it seems;
tho we think, past and future, looms;
they’re a part of present’s
The Master warned that evil be resisted;
espescially egredious, was capitulation;
for the evil one, must never be assisted;
no matter what, may be the situation;
Some evil ones are easy to resist;
for they never even bother to hide;
others masquerade to gain our assist;
hiding their evil inside.
I don’t need to spread my sorrow;
there’s already enough to go round;
when I awaken upon the morrow;
grumbling, before my feet hit ground.
I don’t need to complain about anything;
an abundance of complaints exists;
besides; what good will complaining bring;
only more and more
Loneliness is a special time; a season;
for deepening growth of the mind;
higher knowledge is sought for a reason;
that reality be ultimately defined.
Loneliness brings with it much sadness;
for our mind tends to wander to the past;
allowing such, can lead us to madness;
our minds know,
Wisdom comes on the wings of Sorrows;
Knowledge sought; in the Depths of Despair;
Futility looms, in Todays and Tomorrows;
Love’s always seeking someone to Care.
Why must Wisdom and Pain be aligned;
and Todays wait for Tomorrows;
is such arrangement, how reality’s designed,
with Destiny as the
No matter what I’m supposed to feel;
there are a few I still really hate;
I know it sounds bad; but let’s get real;
for I’m sure, even you, may relate.
There are some, who’ve made life unliveable;
I despise and loath them so.
I’ve
We often speak of an outside world;
a universe filled with possibilities.
Just such a place is thought, unfurled;
which allows for all probabilities.
Thought is creator of all there is;
there’s nothing out in space;
credit for beauty and wisdom is His;
there’s none who can take
We think we’re merely asleep or awake;
a light switch turned off or on;
such thoughts are a reality mistake;
consciousness is never gone.
On some level, we’re always aware;
our mind is always traveling;
sometimes, here; other times, there;
but, never, is awareness unraveling.
Thought; is the
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