Poems about Reality
Lives Of Pride
Sometimes I feel like a replica of before;
as though I’d been born many times;
a child’s drawing on a refrigerator door;
or a sketch artist’s many designs.
I am that sketch, in need of revisions;
fueling the Artist’s intentions;
destiny chose the
The Master’s Love
Most of us puzzle over the meaning of life;
some think it’s about music and laughter;
others think it’s finding a husband or wife;
and living happily ever after.
But what do we do, when the music’s over;
when our physical bodies go
The Puzzle Called Truth
Truth is another name for reality;
a puzzle of unlimited dimension;
life is a world of obscure duality;
lies: distortion of Master’s intention.
Truth; a kingdom of overlapping faces;
actually, two puzzles in one;
illusions were copies in other places;
and, is how, the puzzle
The Logic Of Death
One topic, from all, gets the same reaction;
from what we surmise is the end of life;
regarded without even a trace of satisfaction,
is the death of a friend, husband, or wife.
All live in a fragment of the maze of life;
thinking that death
Dear Lord
May your smile be in my greeting;
your love reflect in my eyes;
send evil within me, retreating;
and truth, be all my replies.
Fashion my arms for your purposes;
grant me your wisdom from above;
allow that only my kindness surfaces;
that others might sense your Love.
Overwhelmed
Sometimes I experience information overload;
and there’s little, within it, I understand;
my thoughts feel as though they’re set to implode;
no longer feeling my mind in command.
I feel lonely, unloved, unwanted, and depressed;
struggling to find my way each day;
keeping my thoughts hidden and
Collapse Of A Kingdom
This world is now a realm of deception;
truth being sacrificed on its altar;
the most evil of all, gained total protection;
the honorable; most likely to falter.
News organizations; a propaganda machine;
evil hidden behind every doorway;
rather than uplift; most attempt to demean;
bastions
Agree To Disagree
Disagreement is a most dangerous season;
one is frequently at another’s throat;
it matters very little, what caused the reason;
around us we dig our own moat.
Isolated from all others, who are different;
we fail to form a unity and bond;
on each side of
