REALITY

It’s seems as though I’ve lost all desire;
there’s nothing left to please me now;
at one time; all, was ablaze; on fire;
looking back; I don’t see why or how.

All my energy and focus were once clear;
my desire was driving me on;
but

Many think that perfection is a goal;
the ultimate plateau, to achieve;
but perfection is a season; life’s role;
when mankind learns to believe.

Perfection is never contained within;
it is strictly a gift from above;
it is not the state, where all begin;
but a Peace, granted by

All things have a time, and a purpose;
that’s easy to understand;
though oft that reason doesn’t surface;
but it comes about by command.

We blame many things on accidents;
though they have a purpose, too;
they’re not merely from circumstance;
for destiny can bring them to

Poems are puzzles of thought;
ideas scrambled in the mind;
reality whispering what ought;
eternity, itself, defined.

Poets seek to uncover it all;
separate reality from fiction;
investigations; their call;
words; their only restriction.

Secrets of life for eternity;
and all realities, hidden;
seeking creation’s maternity;
from reality’s

The well is the fountain of Life;
where all knowledge is drawn;
an energy fountain of Light;
insuring all life lives on.

Living water is drawn from the well;
only given to those who thirst;
those living in a universe; parallel;
where the very least, shall be first.

They were

Wisdom is an ultimate power;
knowledge is the same.
Wisdom creates a beautiful flower;
knowledge deserves the blame.

Knowledge is power for bad or good;
its corruption is never rare.
Wisdom is knowledge; understood;
and evil is never there.

Knowledge is usually plentiful;
often found all around.
Wisdom is rare

If you wish to know me; read my mind;
for my thoughts are always pure;
only by thought am I truly defined;
and only my thoughts will endure.

Words freely flow, like sliding downhill;
sometimes they’re uttered, before ready;
I need to audit them to express my will;
for

Do you ever talk to a machine,
listen to a made-up voice?
To answer; you’d like to scream;
for you’re only given a choice.

For that machine hasn’t a mind;
it doesn’t know what you’ve said;
tho it acts friendly; it’s not kind;
its