Posts Tagged ‘Questioning’

The Path to Within

Posted: 7th June 2011 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking
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I took some time to walk around this life of mine,
Wondering what it might be like beyond that soft and peaceful light,
From the stories told of a dark tunnel long and cold,
That leads to this light beyond this life,
Where love and happiness hold.

“There must be another way” to myself I say,
Then a ticket from death upon our last breath,
To board the train to that utopian plane,
Claiming early our seat in our hearts defeat,
Lost in the mundane without the strength in life to remain.

To taste of the bliss from eternal summers kiss,
To feel the joy existing beyond realities decoy,
While breathing in this place; in only this time, in only this space,
Present in the now yet so much more somehow,
Aware of what may come without pressure from Fate to succumb.

Free to choose a path without fear of Destiny’s wrath,
That leads to that light while still remaining in my life,
To allow the love within to match the love found in my vision,
Of what it might be like beyond that soft and peaceful light,
Where I’ll connect once again to lost loved ones and friends.

A quote from my youth seems to speak to this truth,
Of a way to feel the peace and from the stress of this life release,
A way to find that light and provide my life an overdue rewrite,
To match the me hidden inside; that one that from life seems to hide,
This quote from an ancient Greek, if studied will provide the way that I seek:

Know Thyself.

A Jester in the Court

Posted: 15th February 2011 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Featured, Thought Provoking
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A Tonka truck and a sand box,
Are all that is needed by the little boy.
A doll house and a tiara,
Are the little girls pride and joy.

But what of the adult,
Who has let their imagination stale,
Never taking that big leap,
Because of the fear they may fail.

To them the world is dark,
And fate is just a cold shoulder,
The sweet taste of love and success,
By the day grow colder and colder.

They do not dare to dream,
Nor aspire to be something more,
They do not look forward to tomorrow,
For they fear what may be in store.

But they are not lost to us,
These poor and lonely souls.
They only need our helping hands,
To begin to fill their empty holes.

As they stand against the crowd,
They need some love and support.
Because an adult that plays in their mind,
Is treated like a jester in their court.


Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Love Poems
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The spring time in flowers,
The winter in snow,
This comfortable feeling,
Of something constant I know.

The summer sun will shine,
In autumn the leaves will fall,
Searching for something true,
While through these seasons I crawl.

I know that clouds will come,
And some will sprinkle rain,
But there’s no way for me to know,
Which day will end this pain…

I know that snow will cover the ground,
And soon after melt away,
Still I’m left wondering,
Whether or not you’ll stay.

I know that someone’s watching,
From the clouds high above,
Yet I’m filled with a doubt,
Whether they really gave us love.

Common Ground

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking
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Sitting in my life,
And looking through these eyes,
I try to understand,
Just what is truth and what is lies.

But this question is hard to phrase,
Since the line seems to be,
Based mostly in perception,
And the opinion of what we see.

Can there be a single truth,
To who or what I am?
Is there more to living,
Then simply knowing that I can?

The teachers of the past,
Have tried to guide us as they could,
Very few lessons though,
The test of time withstood.

They come to us in fragments,
Here and there along our path,
Some based only in feelings,
Others in science and math.

And so we choose our side,
Although we may not know,
And begin to lead our lives,
Based in our decisions flow.

Yet we can go against this flow,
As the world and we have seen,
And choose to question in ourselves,
Our very visions and our dreams.

Could there be more out there,
Than even we can perceive,
A bridge between faith and reason,
That gives us a commonality to believe.

A realization that each of us,
Asks the same questions of why,
A common ground to start from,
As we stare beyond the sky.