Poems about Reality
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
I’ve lived a thousand lives or more;
in every conceivable way;
dreams and books; and peace and war;
during both night and day.
Each life I lived; was a symphony;
and I became its conductor;
some lives were lived in infamy;
with God as my instructor.
For how could
…I feel like a leaf, floating with ease;
well above solid ground;
carried, without purpose, by a breeze;
haplessness, my being, surround.
Life can’t be lived, devoid of purpose;
nothing is created, without Thought;
truth, finds itself, hiding neath surface;
most lives are not what they ought.
Nothing is
…I’m watching the sunrise of a beautiful day;
with nothing at all scheduled or planned;
figuring how I’ll make time go away;
for it’s simply supply and demand.
I’ve so many hours to get things done;
and a great many things left to do;
eventually those
My eyes flooded with joyful tears;
while watching a movie screen;
I’d not felt such joy for many years;
it was based on what I had seen.
How could I “feel” from pictures alone;
was happiness of others, contagious;
thoughts from others, to me, unknown;
seemed more than a
We all love to gaze upon beauty;
wherever we find it to be;
we almost consider it our duty;
but it’s usually about what we see.
Why must vision set the parameters;
of what all beauty must be;
heights; shapes; and diameters;
are all that the eyes can see.
