REALITY

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

Why is it we look the way that we do;
who’s the artist who made us our face;
that one which tells that this is you;
that one which all mirrors embrace?

God created us each as an energy soul;
perfect replicas of His energy being;
but, we, ourselves

Who turned out the light of my life;
exited from it’s stage;
who removed my loving wife;
and turned another life’s page?

Who brought down the stage curtain;
brought about the end to our song;
what about the future is certain;
and how can I just play along?

The world I grew up in, has gone away;
only some traces of it still remain;
just remnants of past are here today;
and everything else has history’s disdain.

For reality is much like a vapor;
a morning fog covering the ground;
before its enjoyment, we savor;
much can

What is the difference between love and care?
They’re somewhat different inside;
many think they’ll find love anywhere;
care usually runs to hide.

Both care and love tend to be selfish;
we want to receive more than we give;
and yet, such thinking is foolish;
for it’s

A ghost is a shadowy humanoid mist;
an energy being called the soul;
creating a body; the soul enlists;
making the physical be whole.

Once we see it; we hold our breath;
the ghost may be a lost husband or wife;
though it’s thought as a symbol of death;

Give drink to those who thirst;
for that drink is life, itself;
consider no stranger accursed;
we need look out for all else.

The drink they seek is not water;
it is the knowledge of life to begin;
a drink empowered by the Father;
and they’ll never thirst again.

We must always forget the past;
that’s where all the garbage goes;
none of it’s meant to last;
like the snot on the end of your nose.

We take pictures so we’ll remember,
events from a long time ago;
but thoughts from a forgotten September,
are irrelevant