IN REALITY OF THE DREAM
All living in peace;
All injustice uprooted:
Justice’s mountain topped:-
It was just a quiver—
a tiny vibration in the pattern,
seen as a small break in the display.
A sound that had no clear cause.
A flash of light, sudden and sharp.
A shadow that drifted on its own.
It's the cracks that let the light in,
if we notice them—
and stay open to awe and belief.
We are taught to mistrust the strange,
to fear what doesn't fit.
To label the unfamiliar, unusual
things that occur
as flaws in the system.
We cling to the idea that
everything must have a logical
explanation in the real world.
This shrinks our capacity to imagine,
to be creative.
Yonder hills
are covered with an array of flowers,
we may only see this once
when our eyes are neither closed nor open.
Those far trees are as green as the sea
when the sun is low in the water,
or perhaps
beneath the sea-green
they are
as multihued as any rainbow.
We perceive only
their imperfect reflections -
eyes deceive and the world
is upside down.
All mountains are aquamarine blue
whether covered in ice or not,
this we may want to be true
or deny,
yet truth is a glimpse into a window
that we first must open.
Unfortunately, we have long since
painted this world,
with a blind artists brush.
Vision comes
when the light of the mind
is brighter than that which is seen.
Theres a thin edge; to every wedge.'
Life is like a poetry,
having the deepest meaning;
It has rhythm and beauty,
as well as form of something.
Form: Tanaga
To Chimamanda A dream I want in reality.
There are flowers with beautiful petals I have seen
This people journey the mediterranean to see
I have watched miracle happen
I have seen joy when barren women conceive
Rains I have seen fall in deserts atleast
What my eyes have seen is bigger than the nile
But you make my heart tremble I can not lie
I can worship in your temple and be your priest
My I wish I make same claim as Oliver
More of you I crave and desire
Hold your cup up to me and I will drink with love
And fresh like the leaf my heart will be for you.
Chimamanda I know you will not let me fall
If your name gives hope to you
Then know in you I found no fault
I will love to love you once
Only and but for all.
~~~
It may have been only an illusion,
a delusion or dream;
yet, in that vivid imagination
I once possessed,
the tiniest crack became
an open floodgate ~
I couldn’t help myself
from drowning
in you.
~~~
the spirit world in reality
every human race
is nothing but human
below the human skin
are same colours
of blood
a prove of human bound
for eternity
the heart beat same
on every human soul
we breath in same air
so nothing separate us
except the concept of
race and tribe
created by humans itself
I realise life in reality
relates alot to the
spiritual world
so Instead be ignorant
in ignorance I rather
became spiritual
in a world of man made illusion
so when I see
all this events of shames
in the lands of peace
I can relate in spirit to
understand
the spirit world in reality
Do not let the past control your mind,
leave all its pains and hurt behind...
This world we live in is wonderful,
forget the bruises, you are beautiful.
Strange challenges and cheerless mood
can never stop God from being good.
His anchor holds those who stay faithful...
God truly cares; you are beautiful.
Future fortune may look unattainable,
with faith and hope all things are possible.
Never let the devil make you fearful,
all will be well, you are beautiful.
Life is for many absolutely lifeless
so many struggles having to face
thoughts since birth always same
life seems all one long chase
One is born then one will die
in between it's all just basic routine
school, work, courtship, marriage
children, old age, what's it been?
Is all that amounts to life?
something more surely is there
life abundant can it be found?
oh God don't you even care?
Surely there's life found in God
reality in truth with capital L
bow before the Lord in humility
there be made spiritual well
This is God of abundant love
merciful, faithful, full of grace
follow the Lord who has risen
this is life living in God's place
('you will die without ever being alive' - Richard Burton (1925-1984)
Just some thoughts after reading this quote on life and what it would mean to me.)
A Phantom Or A Dream In Reality
Was she not known for, kindness and grace
Loving deep and a sad fate:
Should we fail to bless her in our remorse
golden arrows to pierce our hides,
flowers bloomed hearing her sweet name-
where the cool shadows often reside;
a mirror wants her image yet again
she that made the angels cry.
Alas! Forever gone is my dearest friend!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015
Note-- Written for the next romance contest
themed on lost love...I am now into writing
as I did when in my early twenties. Inspired
by the memory of a dear friend that died back
in 1977....
Life in Reality
Life is not a cakewalk
Many a things stand in the way
It is up to us how we look at them,
And keep our problems at bay.
We work our way through hardships indeed,
But we fall down when we feel the hill is steep.
We keep things hidden in our heart,
It gets loaded like a heavy cart.
We should learn to live life both ways,
Through luxuries and through hardships,
To be ready to learn when the time will come,
And lay down our lives and sail our life ships.
This life is like a rollercoaster,
Every man is sailor on a violent sea,
He has to hold on to his poster,
Not turn his back humming like a bee.
So don’t be let down by sad occasions,
Nor be let down by your grieves,
Even if your ship has sunk indeed
Cross the mighty river in your briefs.
CRACKS IN REALITY
I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTIONS
IN THE CRACKED MIRRORS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP.
AS THE FISSURES WIDEN, PIECES OF ME SLIP INTO.
I FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS, INTO DIMENSIONS
LYING IN WAIT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
IN THEM, THERE WILL BE NO PLACE TO HIDE.
AND SO, WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ?,
WHAT LIES IN THE SPACES BETWEEN THE OBVIOUS ?
THOSE THINGS NEVER SPOKEN OF
AS I TRY TO RISE ABOVE,
KNOWING, THERE IS NEVER TO BE LOVE
FOR THIS OLD MAN,
WHO PLAYED HIS HAND.
LOST, IN THE GAME,
LOVE HER NAME.
LOVE FOR HIM NEVER CAME.
B. J. 'A' 2
OCTOBER 5TH 2010
Can you see the people moving?
Do you see them fighting?
Not with their arms and fists, stupid,
Rather with their minds and thoughts.
“Life is short and then you die”,
Thumps through a pair of headphones.
The owner isn’t smiling, rather scowling, or impasse.
I stay seated on my park bench,
And ignore the hobo, snoring his life to me.
Beside me on the park bench.
The hobo snores contently,
Onto the unassuming walkers,
A dreamy smile pasted on his lips.
So what if his content isn’t rational?
So what if he is happier with less?
Does that mean a thing?
Isn’t your life a mess?
The dog beside him licks his dirty nose,
And he wakes, serenely smiling.
He pats the dog, and plays with its ears,
And grabs for happiness, under the bench.
Its not long before he is snoring again,
His dogs’ head on his waste, glances at me,
And licks its joules.
The hobo is still snoring,
But I am walking into the distance,
With his dog and his drink!
A voice from the heart
gently creeps,
slowly begins
the message of love.
Its impact connotes,
the strength it gives,
the mystery it reveals,
throughout one’s life.
People fight,
continue to wrestle with life;
It’s an endless cycle
that draws the ‘ups and downs’.
Perhaps, some may give up
walk out and deny the fact
that one can cope amid untold trials
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