The Same Heart
Do you love the man or woman of your choice;
or is it merely a matter of convenience;
does your partner’s whisper have love in their voice;
or is love a matter of expedience?
How deep is the love; that both of you share;
do you
Poems about Reality
The Same Heart
Do you love the man or woman of your choice;
or is it merely a matter of convenience;
does your partner’s whisper have love in their voice;
or is love a matter of expedience?
How deep is the love; that both of you share;
do you
Hidden Darkness
Why do so many have a fear of the dark;
when half of life occurs during night?
Daytime, to them, is like a walk in the park,
tho shadows of darkness, remain in sight.
Life was designed to remain a balance;
nighttime brings forth our fears;
growth and
Equilibrium
Life is a constant energy flow;
a surreal poetry in motion;
without motion; it couldn’t grow;
its ebb and flow is an ocean.
Balance is the fulcrum to reality;
tottering, it allows for chance;
the landscape soon ceases to be;
death invites all life to dance.
Nothing can
…A Shell Of Frustration
Sometimes, in life, I’ve become defensive;
hiding my feelings deeply within;
extreme melancholy, makes me pensive;
I’m on the outside; just lookin in.
Most people, I meet; often can’t tell;
for they lack the vision to see;
tho I can make them laugh
I’ve Changed !
As I look back; I didn’t see it coming;
I was so different; that I didn’t know;
my life was a pilgimage to becoming;
my physicality forced me to grow.
My mind was awash with evil and good;
my soul was a molecule of being;
The Poison Weed
It began in the infamous interaction;
between the serpent and the man;
the pride of man was merely distraction;
accepting lies he didn’t understand.
There was no limit to the serpent’s lies;
for he was a master of sin;
openly lying; with no pretense of
Silence Is Not Golden
Often we say things without much thought;
and yet we think they’re the truth;
believing that they represent what ought;
ignoring the obvious proof;
“Silence is golden.” Or, so we often say;
not understanding, what it means;
sound is a part of the beauty of
Tinkering With Reality
I envy those who can work with their hands;
repairing or bulding something new;
meeting and exceeding circumstance’s demands;
doing complex things; I couldn’t do.
I find myself lacking in physical dexterity;
although I can still hammer a nail;
our life is a blending of