Poems about Reality
The Dichotomy Of Man
Mankind was created, multiple dichotomies;
male and female; each half would be;
while mind and body were separate prodigies;
and physical eyes, needed a mind to see.
Though the complexity of man seemed odd;
the man was made in the Master’s image;
both male and
Rewind
Often, I find myself at my very wits end;
I can’t understand how life’s designed;
so many things happen; I cannot defend;
I must take a deep breath and rewind.
A motion picture casting light on screens;
creating a stubborn illusion of life;
a library of reels,
The Beautiful Woman
I once pointed out a woman of great beauty;
to a friend of mine, as she passed by;
his response; a good deal more than snooty;
hearing it; might make her cry.
He was so arrogant; he wouldn’t even rate her;
she wasn’t physically a
We’ve come to this world with power;
our soul is able to create its desires;
we’re able to become an incredible flower;
or, to whatever our mind inspires.
We often complain about how we look;
but God didn’t make us this way;
our souls were designed, an
We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.
As a baby we began; a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’
His Special Child
You’re the special child of the living God;
I’m aware that He wants you to know;
I‘m certain this revelation seems rather odd;
but the Father in heaven has told me so.
Thinking of perfection, He fashioned your face;
and whispered thoughts of love
The Crucible
Earth was designed as the crucible for man;
considered the place of life’s birth;
tho a garden in heaven was where life began;
it’s “melting pot” became on the earth.
It was where all facets of life came together;
all diversity, within it; destined to blend;
The Cloud That Surrounds
Clouds are mysterious illusions of reality;
created out of thought and coherent light;
sometimes, they’re expression’s modality
the curtain that falls, during the night.
They’re made of a fabric, reality has woven;
drifting aloft, without a care;
often, affecting all decisions we’ve
