Poems about Reality
Love Unspoken
Many rooms, are in the house of the mind;
some of them allow for visitation;
others, for privacy, carefully designed;
and a few, for simply vacation.
Many open rooms are very revealing;
some are too open; in fact;
discretion might suggest concealing;
words are often, hard to take
Lives Not Lived
The longer I live; the more things I regret;
I’ve fallen so often, along the way;
new beginnings, I’ve attempted to beget;
can’t change the past into today.
I’ve had an overwhelming number of dreams;
each one fashioning laudable goals;
but, nothing ever
The Vultures
Vultures are well known as predators;
as nearly all observers have said;
they often act much like creditors;
and attack before the victim is dead.
These birds of prey are much hated;
tho they usually don’t cause death;
flying high above, they’ve waited;
till their prey
Thought Analysis
How does thought somehow analyze;
exhibit its ability to understand;
listen to comments, and make replies;
and contemplate what to command?
How can it make such instant decisions;
while simply walking down the street;
switch and change a mind to revisions;
car and pedestrian destined to meet?
Then
…The World Turns
The world turns; as actors engage;
carefully reporting the time;
actors all weary, entering the stage;
it’s the universal clock, sublime.
Each granted time to utter their lines;
as another one awaits his turn;
destiny, only gently confines;
giving opportunity to learn.
The book of life
…The Thunderstorm
The forcast was made; we all were prepared;
dark clouds began rolling this way;
the winds carrying dust, made vision impared;
as the thunderstorm blackened the day.
The winds gathered up much dirt and debris;
as the raindrops peppered the window pane;
though now, over land; it began
The Stage Is Empty
The stage is empty; the actors are gone;
scenery and props have been changed;
but, the life of the theater, continues on;
its schedule and markquee, rearranged.
Most actors of the last plays’s production;
have left, and gone down the road;
new ones come in;
The Sphere Of Life
I’m on a lifelong, arduous mission;
attempting to prove reality is round;
fully commited to prove my position;
only by death, can the truth be found.
Much like in the past, we’re pioneers;
sailing to find the breadth of its girth.
Some, with taunting
