Reality Less Honed

Reality Less Honed
Reality Less Honed

What grasp on reality eludes me,
if not my wants in belief,
far less a hold than truth,
and in this I suffer the consequence
of the delusion,
my sorrowed wishes in defeat
of reality’s crystal soul.

Yet still I pursue my wants,
as if they and reality align,
even though flesh bares the scars
of recompense, cold steel recompense,
my stubborn soul,
no power to survive
the stark, pure actuality of mind.

Those whispers that haunt our thoughts,
truths knell in our dark spaces,
strive to warn, to glimpse the breach,
when beliefs guide truth
to tangent signs,
but no relief from our churlish will,
self somehow knows better.

Without ego perhaps,
our potential intellect would rid us
of the cyclic pain of failure,
truth smoothing the bumps
of a road strewn with jagged edges,
and maybe the sorrow of ineptitude
would resound triumphant.

For truth, reality’s pillars of foundation,
would see us ascend to higher thought,
if only we could relieve ourselves
from knowing what we think we know,
and just accepting the ostensible truth,
that needs not our input to exist,
just recognition in respect.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “Reality Less Honed

  • July 9, 2017 at 6:48 AM

    The reflection of time looking back at us is a stark reality of the usage of it. Looking back these past 70 years a lot of scars and misgivings attach themselves to my soul, youth and folly we did enjoy, regrets many, yet we constantly moved forward accepting all the bumps and forks in our road traversed. Our thoughts align indeed dear warrior, our steel is sheathed now, our darkest days lay behind us, yet we move more closer to the light, where we await our glory. Your fourth stanza summed it all up for me, well written as always my poetic genius, bravo.

  • July 9, 2017 at 9:08 PM

    Very much appreciated Vincent, so good to have you back here my friend. Cheers!


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