REALITY

From a realm well beyond our sight;
we were transferred as babies below;
rebeling above, as the children of Light;
there was no other place to go;

The lower kingdom is evil’s home;
a place where we’re to learn;
sent there, for a season to roam;
to gain

I open my scrapbook most every day;
viewing its pictures of every kind;
exposing its memories that always stay;
for it’s the scrapbook of my mind.

There’s not a physical scrapbook involved;
the picures are scrolling across my mind;
none of my past failures can be resolved;
to

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as tho time

Logic is quickly becoming extinct;
emotions are now taking over;
many would rather emote than think;
their minds don’t get much exposure.

Logic very often has little to say;
for all has been said long before;
it’s hard to explain why he’s that way;
for emotion will

Forgiveness is an energy child;
one I can’t seem to satisfy;
and so I remain, much reviled;
lacking the words to reply.

All of life is a matter of perspective;
strictly from the eye of beholder;
perception of some; strictly invective;
at least, until they’re much older.

Anger

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I feel so empty and all alone;
a balloon with all the air let out;
my home is no longer a home;
and purpose, I’m living without.

What purpose is life’s quest for me?
Reality seemed to divest me of care.
Life is theater, I don’t

I was simply sitting: relaxed in my chair;
suddenly it seemed like reality was faxed;
tho my awareness was found, elsewhere;
I was no longer feeling relaxed.

A bizarre moment; most unsettling;
seemingly exposing another dimension;
much like, with reality, I’d been meddling;
and reality had changed into my

I feel the gentleness of your breeze;
and the wisdom that lies within;
energies embody and accompany;
that I often dismiss as mere whim.

The cool air, soothing my brow;
bids your awareness come in;
though not understanding how;
all seeds of knowledge begin.

Wisdom is conveyed by the breeze;