Poems about Reality
I felt the waves of sorrows ebb in;
and the waves of tears, flow out;
an example, how depression begins;
what the cycles of life are about.
How can joy, transform to sadness;
or sorrows, turn into joy?
It seems like a form of madness;
these cycles of life, employ.
Humility’s easy when weak and poor;
and you look to such splendor above;
though you often lust for much more;
it’s hard to imagine receiving Love.
When your life improves; you change;
your own self image is better;
your entire life will suddenly rearrange;
you’re no longer
My stream of life has picked up debris;
for the riverbed is littered with trash;
I can’t find words to set myself free;
while my body’s dissolving to ash.
Words won’t come; the waters muddied;
mind is not thinking very clear;
no facts align; other options, not
My stream of life has picked up debris;
for the riverbed is littered with trash;
I can’t find words to set myself free;
while my body’s dissolving to ash.
Words won’t come; the waters muddied;
mind is not thinking very clear;
no facts align; other options, not
We sometimes speak of emotions, bottled;
for it seems that we hold them inside;
eventually, to the point, tears are throttled;
not allowing our tears to confide.
Tears are the river of life, for emotions;
granting them the power to live;
repressing anger and guilt into oceans;
tears help us
It seems, we’ve left Thought behind;
kissing became a predominant role;
if true reality is Thought and its mind;
then, Love is entanglement of the soul.
All our souls are eternally connected;
an energy bond, will forever exist;
by the Master’s will, each is protected;
and the Master’
My physical body is very tired;
my energy body; the same;
much of my energy has expired;
exhaustion is now my name.
Physically, I’ve exceeded the max;
my energy level is lower;
how can I ever learn to relax;
It seems my purpose is over.
We think of this
…Pride will come to one and all;
pure logic; we can’t reject it;
and, pride commeth before the fall;
we might just as well expect it.
It’s toxic, much like a disease;
but its symptoms are often subtle;
it comes upon us all with ease;
its reasons should
