REALITY

The Island Called Tomorrow

I’m a wayfarer, sailing on angry seas;
in search of a future tomorrow;
my obsession has become a disease;
my journeys brought only sorrow.

I left, behind me, a most peaceful shore;
an island, known as today;
I had been lonely from sorrows and war;

The Impact Of Lies

Is there ever a good reason to tell a lie;
even though the truth is known?
Sometimes it’s embarrassment’s reply;
before a child is yet grown.

It’s purpose is obvious; to one and all;
any lie is an effort to deceive;
false pride

Sour Cream

It’s said that cream rises to the top;
oh how I wish it were true;
world leadership needs a new crop;
Lord, won’t you come through.

The so-called cream has turned sour;
only fools desire to reign;
prospects grow worse by the hour;
cream has gone

Visions Of Reality

I’ve just awakened from a night of a dream;
grudgingly ready to face a new day;
the light of reality, through windows, stream;
not allowing thoughts to get in the way.

As I look upon reality through window panes;
I can hardly believe what I see;

The Midas Touch

Some seem to have a special proclivity;
predisposed in all that they do;
whatever they do; displaying creativity;
the Midas touch; they imbue.

Midas was a king, in Greek mythology;
upon whom a legend was told;
possessing a special type of physiology;
whatever he touched; turned to

A Ship Called Life

I was recklessly sailing the ship called life;
its winds tossed me, to and fro;
my shipmates constantly caused me strife;
I felt there was no place to go.

I was not the captain; or even the first mate;
I was a writer with no sense

The Conglomerate

Life is a conglomerate of all energies, within;
comprised of every emotion, and thought;
once granted with consciousness, all lives begin;
from knowledge, evolving, are all things taught.

Many of us claim to speak our own mind;
but, what form of mind, would that be?
How are those

The Wages Of Sin

Everything in life has a consequence;
and everything happens for a reason;
death once thought, a type of recompense;
is only a transition to another season.

There’s a cost assessed for our every sin;
a price for every transgression;
all of it; by the Master,