Poems about Reality
The Dynamics Of Guilt
Guilt is a most unique form of retribution;
where the guilty, is both judge and jury;
it often becomes a form of self persecution;
where even hell, has not seen such fury.
Most people were created to be analytical;
a trait that some of us turn
Our Circadian Rhythm
Life is characterized in so many ways;
tho some merely think it’s physical;
but the actual truth may really amaze;
often it seems rather mystical.
Often it is considered a flowing stream;
considering it’s more of an energy;
many people describe life as a dream;
Spaceless Travel
We talk of traveling about, in outer space;
as tho changing a physical location;
do thoughts travel; not leaving one place;
it’s a most puzzling consternation.
Space and time are physical interactions;
at least, that’s what we’re taught;
we often suffer from a mind’s
The Anger Of Frustration
Anger is only the passions of fools;
it serves no useful purpose;
frustration makes us the devil’s tools;
so we hide it under the surface.
We feel no joy; when angry and loud;
putting a smile on the devil’s face;
frustration comes; when unjustly
The Turmoil Within
Most of us search for calm and peace;
expecting, soon we shall find it;
instead we feel life’s pressures increase;
without knowing how to confine it;
The world is in constant turmoil all around;
and, we don’t even know where to begin;
outside: a thunderstorm
A Destiny To Recall
I was destined to die a long time ago;
pushed by a loved one, related;
but the Master demanded it not be so;
and so that death was abated.
The mind recalls what we are to see;
for some thoughts we’re unprepared;
we remember what
The Thorn On The Rose
What was the process; by which speech began;
who taught all lives to speak;
transmitting thoughts; from man to man;
sound made words unique.
All life in creation; first began with thought;
words were the Master’s foundation;
from thoughts; to words; reality was wrought;
Poetic License
Pardon my unique manner of expressions;
my words seem a form of contrivance;
sometimes, to convey personal impressions;
I take advantage of poetic license.
It’s not that we poets are permitted to lie;
it’s rather that we live in thin air;
I intentionally write, what makes
