Poems about Reality
A soul was the seed that was planted;
it would come to fruition quite soon;
another new life, had been granted;
and emerged from its energy coccoon.
A child was born; but that wasn’t life;
for real life was concealed within;
born to accept all the joys and strife;
Standing in the sun with auburn hair;
her beauty had nothing to hide;
perfect soft skin and a smile to share;
a portrait of the beauty inside;
Beauty displayed by the body, outside;
concealed that greater within;
for tho attempts, true beauty, hide;
inside is energy; outside, just skin.
The
…What about destiny becoming the past;
I thought destiny was future projection;
but how then can destiny ever last;
does my thinking require correction?
How can today progress to tomorrow;
can tomorrow ever manage to stay?
In such a way, can we dismiss sorrow;
allowing only happiness our way?
What
…What is most important to think about;
for we have so little time to think;
must we waste it all, groping with doubt;
while reality totters upon the brink?
What describes the world all around;
is it sight, sound or touch?
What is the greatest comparison found;
just right, too
Today will last beyond forever;
a day that time stood still;
a perfect day for all endeavor;
what was; becoming what will.
Yesterday is never to be gone;
it will all return, another day;
actors from then will live on;
for the past must never decay.
The future, too; will
…Belief is much more than confidence;
it’s not just wishing upon a star;
it has more to do about circumstance;
and understanding what you are.
You couldn’t even lift up your hand;
if you didn’t believe you could;
for you have to first understand;
it only does
All life is really a battle of attrition;
all of evil arrayed against Good;
such is, as we deem life’s mission;
and it has always been understood.
The battle is about thought against feel;
for feelings are oft devoid of thought;
and Thought is the only reality that’s
One bright fall day; I planted a seed;
a seed that sprang from my thought;
created within, because of my need;
a solution to bring all that ought.
I knew not, what it would come to be;
this particle of energy in hand;
somehow I knew it would be part
