Poems about Reality
The Footprints Of Giants
We’re always seeking someone to emulate,
to attain what we consider success;
someone with a stature to which we relate;
a life that we know God would bless.
Usually, it’s someone “larger that life”;
true heroes, living within our mind;
dreaming dreams, as we
Consciousness
My mind was awash with opportunity;
brought forth by sentimentality;
awareness, driven to the brink of lunacy;
confronting the puzzle of reality.
Consciousness created all that is seen;
and all of the unseen, as well.
Consciousness is the ultimate dream;
everything, outside it, is hell .
Consciousness possesses unlimited power;
…Seek God
We’re told to seek God and we shall find;
but where should we go to look;
most think the way reality is designed;
we’ll find God inside His book.
Many books were inspired to lead us there;
but each was written in the hand of man;
Energy Walking
I wish to pay tribute to the creation of life;
but I’m too limited to understand how;
energies converted, by the centrifuge of light;
to my Lord and Master, I bow.
Consciousness; an accumulation of diverse energy;
driven by the inexplicable power of thought;
only the I
In The Fullness Of Time
Time is a most mysterious element;
directing the unfolding of reality;
only in a physical world is it relevant;
dreams are a subtle form of neutrality.
A song speaks of capturing time in a bottle;
as tho its in need of confinement;
our main goal
Clutter
My thoughts and life seem in disarray;
disorganization has become a brother;
my very world on the brink of decay;
I am living and swimming in clutter.
I have great respect for those, organized;
for they always seem to get things done;
but, I’m organization, compromised;
and, clutter
World Of Dreams
Regarding those things that we hold dear;
life doesn’t match up with dreams;
just take a good look in life’s mirror;
for, nothing is, at all, like it seems.
Dreams are travels, without preparation;
where we don’t even go anyplace;
they’re not like
Chaos
Throughout all the throes of history;
puzzles become solved, when given;
consciousness is the great mystery;
and, to it’s foundation, we’re driven.
Chaos seems reality’s natural state;
disrupted by occasional dreams;
to such confusion; most can relate;
normalcy is not what it seems.
My life is
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