Poems about Reality
Building Reality
I’m the architect of my reality;
all was conceived in my mind;
the permanent drafts; all finality;
from deep within was defined.
I am also reality’s craftsman;
I personally laid bricks in place;
I am the detailed draftsman;
defined my success and disgrace.
I thought it
…Cell Phone Tyranny
I just bought a new cell phone today;
why is it I feel I’ve been played?
It seems I just can’t get it to work;
It’s more like a telephone arcade.
This is the second time I’ve tried;
getting this same phone from
Carried By The Wind
We are all just elements of dust;
blowing, softly in the wind;
each seeking a future to trust;
not knowing where to begin.
Not mindful of a future or past;
newly created for the earth;
we know the present won’t last;
but, today is a
Tears
There’s nothing like them, in all the world;
crocodile tears; filling each eye;
eyes filled; love’s beauty, unfurled;
all happening, whenever you cry.
We think we are sad whenever we cry;
but that certainly isn’t all true;
most men resist it; they’d rather die;
than
Tentacles Of Evil
The octopus is an interesting metaphor;
its tentacles, exploring its environment;
a picture of the acts of a competitor;
destroying truth, is evil’s requirement.
It seems that if two hands are better than one;
eight tentacles are much better than two;
throughout time, when there’s
The End Times
We’re in a world where truth can’t abide;
where evil claims the mantle and crown;
soon, there will be no more space to hide;
evil’s tides will make this world drown.
Unfortunately, very few people possess vision;
understanding, what’s going on;
evil takes
The Equality Of Man
Many have debated the equality of man;
wondered why all weren’t given the same;
it’s the Master’s decision; it’s His plan;
reality is created in the Master’s name.
Man was created in the Master’s image;
an emerging energy soul;
destined
Snowflakes Always Melt
In life, some facts are often hard to take;
so we smile and quickly look away;
the truth’s exposure, can cause heartbreak;
worldwide; snowflakes melt each day.
Snowflakes are delicate, and can’t take heat;
beautiful, and fragile; they fall to the ground;
they are the
