Poems about Reality
Reality’s an infinite, eternal landscape;
in which, all lives reside;
a house, from which, none can escape;
even those who’ve tried.
We currently live in one of its rooms;
a separate reality, it seems;
tho we think, past and future, looms;
they’re a part of present’s
What are the limits to what we imagine;
the boundaries to all we conceive;
and more than that; what can we fathom;
all the limits to what we’ll believe?
How is it reality came about;
did such a thing always persist?
Or was it created from the inside out;
Freedom is God’s ultimate gift;
where we must always be;
government proposes it’s drift;
leading to slavery.
God gave life and freedom, above;
man has chosen a worldly king;
God promises unending Love;
government promises everything.
The brightest aren’t in charge;
nor will they ever be;
kings
Fingernails scraping a blackboard;
that’s how it’s often described;
provokes a feeling, most abhorred;
our annoyance, clearly implied.
Many things cause this reaction;
as our patience begins wearing thin;
taking only the slightest infraction;
to trigger this reaction to begin.
Perhaps it’s a sign of the times;
…The Master warned that evil be resisted;
espescially egredious, was capitulation;
for the evil one, must never be assisted;
no matter what, may be the situation;
Some evil ones are easy to resist;
for they never even bother to hide;
others masquerade to gain our assist;
hiding their evil inside.
I don’t need to spread my sorrow;
there’s already enough to go round;
when I awaken upon the morrow;
grumbling, before my feet hit ground.
I don’t need to complain about anything;
an abundance of complaints exists;
besides; what good will complaining bring;
only more and more
Loneliness is a special time; a season;
for deepening growth of the mind;
higher knowledge is sought for a reason;
that reality be ultimately defined.
Loneliness brings with it much sadness;
for our mind tends to wander to the past;
allowing such, can lead us to madness;
our minds know,
Snowflakes are so very unique;
no two are precisely the same;
alone they’re delicate and weak;
in a cluster, more power they gain.
Individual snowflakes floating in air;
tiny fishes swimming like an otter;
pictures of souls, without a care;
frozen elements of living water;
Snowflakes only last a
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