I returned home from a long day at work,
my gaze, like a magnet, drew me there.
In the corner of the room, it just seemed to lurk.
Such a benign object: an empty chair.
I stood for a while, transfixed so it seemed;
mesmerized by what wasn’t there.
Poems about Reality
I returned home from a long day at work,
my gaze, like a magnet, drew me there.
In the corner of the room, it just seemed to lurk.
Such a benign object: an empty chair.
I stood for a while, transfixed so it seemed;
mesmerized by what wasn’t there.
Life is a quest for significance;
the truth matters to some;
too many settle for indifference;
and so, the conflict’s begun.
Analytical skills have become rare;
we want facts served on platters;
no longer do we think or care;
and the truth, no longer matters.
We want to be
…All life swims in an energy ocean;
of which we’re all unaware;
constantly flowing in circular motion;
without understanding where.
None are able to detect its existence;
physical senses no longer aware;
but still, impacted by its persistence;
even though we don’t care.
This energy ocean supplies our
…It seems ironic, time goes in reverse;
and our future has already gone;
much of our past, we still rehearse;
and it continues forever to live on.
Of course, the present always exists;
it’s the springboard for what is to be;
and yet, our past, stubbornly persists;
not allowing
Life wasn’t created for existance on earth;
all consciousness; designed for unification;
cast out of God’s kingdom, after its birth;
rebellion and division, led to separation.
Unification is the core for all of creation;
“united we stand; divided, we fall.”
division is the cornerstone of separation;
but, if
How can anyone measure their pain;
how can you describe how it feels?
Consider how much wisdom you gain;
for, each gain, comes through ordeals.
Nothing ever learned in this life is easy;
we’re stiff-necked and stubborn, for sure;
an abundance of sorrows makes us queasy;
it’s
Sometimes I feel as though life is a prison;
one, devoid of guards, and locked door;
instead, I’ve discovered, it’s more a prism;
with energy light waves, flowing ashore.
We’re not physical bodies, in a physical world;
we are the waves from energy oceans;
we’re waves
Phrases are fashioned, for a purpose;
some ideas are met with disdain;
hiding pure evil beneath the surface;
causes fewer people to complain.
One would never think of killing a baby;
especially, a child who is healthy;
but a challenged child; not even maybe;
even tho you’re not wealthy.