Poems about Reality
Thoughts are perfected communication;
telling someone what another one means;
they never require complex mediation;
thoughts about the facts; just as it seems.
Thoughts are always poignant and pure;
while words often trip and fall;
thoughts can even explain the obscure;
words often say nothing at all.
Thoughts; a mixture
…I am an iceburg, on an endless ocean;
searching to find warmer water;
life, itself, seems in slow motion;
like sheep, I’m led to a slaughter.
For when I reach the warmth that I seek;
and into that ocean, dissolve;
I, as a being, will cease be unique;
and
Life is the energy of every day;
the Author of the book;
Director of the play;
and all that creation took.
Reality is what you make it;
it’s all within your mind;
and no one else can take it;
it’s by yourself defined.
Created by your very thought;
…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
