I cannot seem to hold my tongue;
and I just don’t know why;
perhaps it’s that I’m high strung;
and will be, till I die.
Like boiling water, in a pot of tea;
thoughts expand; and must declare;
whatever’s severly pressuring me;
and my words go
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REALITY
Poems about Reality
We’re all meant to live for a higher purpose;
not building a business or bank account;
the truths of life, are hidden neath the surface;
we are here about depth; not amount.
Most of us have thoughts that are shallow;
there’s little depth in all that we do;
All within life has an ebb and flow;
motion is required to live;
all that comes; is destined to go;
for every take, there’s a give.
Motion is needed for life to begin;
and with every cell it’s the same;
we breathe out; then breathe in;
from stillness,
Words are the most used communication;
though they very often stumble and fall;
words are used when thought’s on vacation;
mostly given with little thought, at all.
Still, please remember that words are fragile;
they are sometimes dropped and broken;
unless, when using them, we are quite agile;
their
Winds carry in far more than a storm;
they bring information, as well;
bits of knowledge that tends to inform;
even though we’re unable to tell.
We think of air as merely just oxygen;
since that’s what we need to breathe;
never considering what else is within;
far
Most of us spend a great many years;
to accomplish the goals we have set;
very often these efforts only bring tears;
and a heart that is filled with regret.
We trudge on, like prospectors searching,
in hope of finding that gold mine;
expecting to find that big strike, lurking;
He was speaking to all His creation;
in ways that none understood;
energizing a wondrous manifestation;
with a power, only He could.
He walks with me; and talks with me;
tho I’m totally unaware He’s around;
He wants me to be, the best I can be;
uttering words
Death cast his dark shadow;
o-er the kingdom of Light;
his authority to bestow;
changing day into Night.
The demon called Death;
challenged by the Light
to give up his own breath;
and dwell in his own Night.
A radical confrontation;
Evil challenging Good;
sublime anticipation;
reality being what