What happens as I reach, the end of my road;
will I simply, drop off the end of the earth?
I was destined to carry a special load;
ordained, long before birth.
This life was never meant to be a vacation;
nor, is it designed to seem equal or fair;
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REALITY
Poems about Reality
Innocence is the sign of perfection;
no guilt is attached to a name;
always requiring a Higher protection;
the innocent are never to blame.
The innocence of many is oft disrupted;
evil temptations come their way;
those who were innocent; now corrupted;
and innocence has all gone away.
Evil, gives
…What is it that makes a word dirty;
is it its shape or it’s sound?
Some words become overly flirty;
but they’re not welcome around.
Words, born with no meaning in stone;
defining what their author may think.
only significant to their author alone;
to others; those same
All of us have lived, the life of a child;
devoid of wisdom or knowledge;
sometimes becoming a little bit wild;
even while attending college.
Though God gave all, what it takes;
we each walked a crooked path;
all, making our share of mistakes;
incurring the Master’s wrath.
Now,
…Knowledge has its roots above;
in the garden of information;
where wisdom morphed to love;
in the home of all creation.
Knowledge is the Tree of Life;
a place where Thought is King;
Wisdom became Love’s wife;
creation’s King and Queen.
Knowledge created a flow of life;
from
We think truth is reality, external;
a world existing outside us;
but, truth is actually reality, internal;
a world existing within us.
We think truth is seen and heard;
that our senses control the mind;
but such ideas are simply absurd;
all senses by thought are defined.
Only light is
…Birth is but a dimensional door;
allowing that we enter within;
we’re drawn thru it; to explore;
and permit new life to begin.
We were living energy, before;
we didn’t come in as new life;
we’ve survived many an encore;
embracing adventures and strife.
The same door;
…I feel like I’ve lost the rose of my life,
but that isn’t really so.
For she reached full bloom in the garden,
and so it was time to go.
She endured many seasons of storms,
was windblown and pelted with rain.
But she graciously rose above it