Poems about Reality
The New Me
I started this life; a developing storm;
conscious energies growing inside;
I did my best in this life to conform;
recent thoughts; I’m unable to hide.
I was so small when I was young;
the shortest boy in the school;
not realizing who I would become;
Life’s Pinnacle
Life is the series of energy distortions;
bringing about consciousness;
the ebb and flow of endless proportions;
in love’s quest for righteousness.
Consciousness shares many dimensions;
many of them strictly subliminal;
all destined to express love’s intensions;
until they reach life’s pinnacle.
Perfection is
…It’s They Who Can’t See
I awakened to begin yet another day;
on a journey to become enlightened;
depending; God will show me the way;
I need not be troubled or frightened.
A world that’s very different; all around;
all sights and sounds are illusions;
life’s
Beauty Before Age
Some, opening doors, say “Age, before beauty,”
their egos totally engaged;
those walking through; think it’s their duty;
tho a few become outraged.
Most think the remark is simply light hearted;
but, many others see beneath its surface;
the feigned courtesy made them feel outsmarted;
arrogance
Fatigue Of The Mind
Our body appears our ultimate focus;
it seems, our only source of control;
but a mind ought be a primary locus;
it’s the consciousness of the soul.
Body and mind are companion entities;
each has its own functions and role;
combined spinoffs of energy divinities;
When Tomorrow Ends
Many of us live our lives for tomorrow;
for, today, we find is deficient;
currently full of heartbreak and sorrow;
surely tomorrow will be sufficient.
Quickly, tomorrow becomes today;
then; another tomorrow, we seek;
is there a tomorrow; to come and stay;
one; more pleasant, and unique.
All Leaves Must Fall
Leaves must fall in the proper season;
it’s part of the Master’s plan;
it isn’t our place to determine a reason;
such isn’t the province of man.
The tree of life; in the garden, planted;
created leaves in life’s image;
these
In The Morning
I came home somewhat late, last night;
my fatigue must have been showing;
I had become irritable, annoyed, and trite;
at a time when I felt I was growing.
What was it that somehow had taken control;
my thoughts must belong to somebody else;
perhaps, thoughts, belonging
