So, we think we’ve had our fill of pains;
we’ve caused even more for our brother;
and to reality, who, over us, reigns;
we’ve given so much sorrow to another.
Greed and envy, always fill up our plate;
pride is a most arrogant master;
and, faced with
Poems about Reality
So, we think we’ve had our fill of pains;
we’ve caused even more for our brother;
and to reality, who, over us, reigns;
we’ve given so much sorrow to another.
Greed and envy, always fill up our plate;
pride is a most arrogant master;
and, faced with
How is it that thoughts, deep in my mind;
keep finding new ways to come out;
is that how it all, is somehow designed:
how it is that speech comes about?
It’s as if my mouth fills up with thought;
until it overflows with words.
Without considering what it
In reality, life; is a war of attrition;
Evil facing Good; in order to survive.
Each battle fought is a form of division;
all participants trying, to stay alive.
The dirty secret is that all life, lives on;
we cannot, our enemy; kill.
And, Evil, itself, will never be gone;
It seems all meaning has vanished;
from yesterday’s world; today;
all of the dead have been banished;
and, no more have something to say.
We each have been given a trust;
within the confines of life;
to fill our purpose, we must;
endure tribulations and strife.
Sometimes it seems
…Can reality run out of space;
or is there room for one more;
can reality, the past replace;
or is it too great a chore.
Are there any limits to love;
is there enough to go round;
showered down from above;
can enough love be found?
Is there abundance of
…I feel like I’m in a strange situation;
and I don’t know how to begin;
I feel that I’m in some new creation;
on the outside; just looking in.
Living alone has skewed my schematics;
that internal diagram of reality;
now I’m likely to be linked
There’s little more toxic than telling a lie;
it’s a form of reality reversal;
saying goodnight; when you mean goodbye;
like the demons conducting rehearsal.
A promise made with love’s syrupy tone;
by one who’s the world to you;
never thinking you’ll be left all
Hardship is always on the menu;
tragedy is often it’s name;
reality, itself, is the venue;
and destiny gets the blame.
Karma is oft a name that’s used;
to stand in destiny’s place;
a willing, deserving victim, accused;
to receive an unwarranted disgrace.
Sometimes there is no
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