Poems about Reality
Jaundiced Eyes
It seems as though I see life differently;
living in a world of my own;
I don’t see the reality that others see;
my thoughts have another home.
At this moment, I am of a similar nature;
tho my consciousness is drifting;
my reality, defined by a
Structures Of The Mind
The cities are filled with buildings and streets;
the countryside; with growths of all kind;
everything; where all forms of reality meets;
all of them; structures of the mind.
All would agree that the mind conceives much;
design, from thoughts, precede construction;
though all things contain
My Worst Enemy
We often spend time; trying to make friends;
love is usually found in those energies;
often, in the process; a word or deed offends;
and, suddenly; we’ve made enemies.
Tho we are diligent to find some new friends;
things don’t always happen, how we planned;
Rays Of Light
The sunrise cast down its rays of light;
warming and nurturing the earth;
a picture of the Master casting out life;
away from its garden of birth.
Tho we may think of sunshine as life giving;
it’s a picture of life; cast from its source;
for
Tears Never Lie
There are many ways to communicate;
in order to give thoughts a voice;
but, some of those ways manipulate;
if deception becomes a choice.
Emotions are undefined by mere words;
not reflecting a mind’s true intentions;
words are sometimes, thoughts slurred;
our imagination’s inventions.
And
…Unloved
Many times in my life; I felt all alone;
it seemed such an empty feeling;
almost as though I had lost my home;
a lack of love sent me reeling.
Love is the essence; the purpose of life;
emptiness comes, with its passing;
such as the loss of a
The Caricature
He slowly hobbled down the aisle of the store;
a walking stick lending support;
and when it seemed he could go no more,
he responded with a timely retort.
For all those around him, knew him well;
were surprised that he just kept on going;
how long he
The Cloister Called Earth
Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.
Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,
