No matter what I’m supposed to feel;
there are a few I still really hate;
I know it sounds bad; but let’s get real;
for I’m sure, even you, may relate.
There are some, who’ve made life unliveable;
I despise and loath them so.
I’ve
Poems about Reality
No matter what I’m supposed to feel;
there are a few I still really hate;
I know it sounds bad; but let’s get real;
for I’m sure, even you, may relate.
There are some, who’ve made life unliveable;
I despise and loath them so.
I’ve
We often speak of an outside world;
a universe filled with possibilities.
Just such a place is thought, unfurled;
which allows for all probabilities.
Thought is creator of all there is;
there’s nothing out in space;
credit for beauty and wisdom is His;
there’s none who can take
Many years ago people rode a horse;
it was the only way they could travel;
horse shoes, required replacement, of course;
otherwise, their bare feet might unravel.
Thoughts require words, in similar fashion;
for thoughts couldn’t get the message out;
so thoughts became words, of equal passion;
as words
In the beginning the Master was all;
the accumulation of everything.
Creating the man; he knew would fall;
evil within; who would be king.
The Master contained both evil and good;
all such knowledge resided within;
and though the created, misunderstood;
it is how His creation, was to begin.
The
…We often speak of the shadow of death;
but what about the shadow of birth?
Our being born and taking last breath;
both, take place on the earth.
The moment of birth we leave the womb;
having left Eden’s mystical place;
soon after our death, we leave the tomb;
We think we’re merely asleep or awake;
a light switch turned off or on;
such thoughts are a reality mistake;
consciousness is never gone.
On some level, we’re always aware;
our mind is always traveling;
sometimes, here; other times, there;
but, never, is awareness unraveling.
Thought; is the
…
Night is the color of despair;
where frustration grips our heart;
swimming in an ocean of air;
more than a lifetime apart.
Many we’ve loved in the past;
seems like a long time ago;
simply melted; couldn’t last
like that gently falling snow.
We have merely left them
…What is the process controlling thought;
determining what all we think about;
all that decides what all we ought;
and helps us figure it all out?
How are feelings determined each day;
that plan and order our reactions;
and how can our mind show us the way;
to judge the