Poems about Reality
Thinking back throughout my years;
reminiscing about all that has been;
assessing all of my laughter and tears;
I wish I could do it over again.
Surely, it seems, I could have done better;
so very many mistakes that I’ve made;
I wear my past, like an undersized sweater;
Thin is the thread of trust;
so very easily broken;
break it, if you must;
friendship is merely token.
Promises are love contracted;
originally sealed with a kiss;
soon after; all of it’s redacted;
leaving a love you’ll miss.
Promises are commonly made;
an escape clause hidden within;
Nearly all reaction around us is change;
happening every second or two;
the future and present make an exchange;
present becomes the past in view.
Reality; a landscape; ever changing;
each backdrop on life’s stage is new;
scenery around us is rearranging;
for the old stage will never do.
Often I second guess my decisions;
did I make a bad choice in the past?
Of course, it’s too late for revisions;
even bad decisions tend to last.
So why can’t I stop second guessing;
when I’ve already taken that road?
I just don’t feel like
How can we exhibit strength, when weak;
how can it possibly be?
It’s a form of strength; quite unique;
generated by decree.
For the strongest man, doing all he can;
is severely limited in power;
when he’s weak; he’s more than man;
and his strength is a
A terrible plague spread worldwide;
casting it’s reign of terror;
all logic, has been cast aside;
except by those who care.
This plague is a disease of mind;
and Evil is its name;
reality’s become redefined;
Evil deserves the blame.
Evil does more than steal and kill;
he
We can’t see the forests for the trees;
doesn’t mean our vision’s defective;
nor, can we; while seeing our knees;
for it’s all a matter of perspective.
Our physical body depends upon eyes;
but the eyes actually “see” nothing;
they take in light; but don’t
I have my own views on politics;
but none are really worth giving;
why address truth with empty quips;
since none of it’s to go on living.
This world is reality’s evil times;
Wisdom is in another incarnation;
evil is the way which destiny defines;
most thoughts lack
