Poems about Reality
After this party called life is over;
where does this consciousness go?
Is it destined to be under the clover;
or, scattered across new fallen snow?
The body, like your hair that was cut;
is of no more use to you;
and, if someone scoops your body up;
what can
I awakened completely; feeling alive;
being youthful down to the bone.
Later, I questioned, “Would I survive;
a lifetime, while living alone?”
The two parts of my being are disjointed;
the physical is growing old every day;
my energy self has been appointed;
to pick up the slack and pave
One and all, we fear a slow death;
thinking about living in agony;
fear of struggling to get a breath;
and yet, all of it, is pure irony.
Our body begins its downward trail;
the very moment we’re born;
trepidation ensues, as we near death’s veil;
causing much
Tears, the wonder of all creation;
formed in the Aura’s womb;
healing: the tears’ obligation;
their blossoms coming in bloom.
Toxicity of all poisonous thought;
washed out with the wave of tears;
designed to do; what tears ought;
washing away reality’s fears.
Sadness and sorrow caused their birth;
…I looked all around and considered;
all of the things money can bring;
the furniture that had been delivered;
but money can’t buy everything.
Once I had bought it; I owned it;
that much was apparent to me;
its not as though I’ve condoned it;
but nothing in
There is that road less traveled;
with weeds and thistle overhead;
where that growth is unraveled;
Oh Lord; please let me be led.
I cannot tell where it’s leading;
much like a jungle of the mind;
and yet, it almost seems pleading;
that I see its completion defined.
I
…Some think that life’s a competition;
to separate good, better and best;
but life is truly a war of attrition;
dividing those who learn from the rest.
Life isn’t about whether we win or lose;
it’s far more complex than that.
Life is determined by the road
Some think that life’s a competition;
to separate good, better and best;
but life is truly a war of attrition;
dividing those who learn from the rest.
Life isn’t about whether we win or lose;
it’s far more complex than that.
Life is determined by the road
