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
Poems about Reality
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
…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;