Poems about Reality
What do we call a straight line;
does it ever have an end;
how, then can we such, define;
if it ends just where it begins?
Could a straight line, a circle be;
it certainly has not an end?
Can someone possibly answer me;
their mathematics to defend?
Does a
…Wisdom is a form of energy;
like oil, hidden deep in the ground;
it’s mined in ways we cannot see;
for it’s thought energy all around.
We all think we can study and be wise;
but that isn’t really the way it is;
for wisdom oft remains
Thought is the wind, beneath my sails.
He’s the sunset that happens each day.
He’s the composition, all reality entails;
and reality’s when Thought’s in his way.
Thought decided that the sky was blue;
and the ocean, he said, should be wet;
He also created each
Time is the eraser of yesterday;
the creator of a new day as well;
time is thinking of tomorrow, today;
and all futures as best we can tell.
Time can change all events;
for him, it is all child’s play;
he’s never held in suspense;
he can merely
Today is the future’s yesterday;
but today flows into tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the cemetary of today,
encapsulating all of its sorrow.
We think the world remains the same;
that nothing much will be changed.
And so we’re unwilling to accept the blame;
when our whole world has been
If I could only roll back the tides of time;
before all those mistakes I’ve made;
perhaps, I could experience love, sublime;
instead of becoming reality, decayed.
Does time actually have an ebb and flow;
does it speed up and slow down?
Does it have a special place to
How can reality be erased,
simply by the passage of time?
Can feelings we have, be defaced,
eroded into decline?
Erosion may wear away layers of land;
water can desolve physical matter;
are thoughts subject to erosion’s command;
and love becomes a victim to shatter?
Is energy diminished in
…Like every journey, it began with thought;
nowhere else did it even exist;
creating for ourselves all things that ought;
from which all creations persist.
The term “journey” implies we travel;
but, where in our minds can we go;
reality’s truths begin to unravel;
when we realize that it
