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J TETSTONE

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A Taste of Reality
« on: August 17, 2018, 05:08:38 PM »
O what kind of world would this be
if all were to live inside their
own little world, and process the
power to control their reality.

Would one choose to lock all
they love away-beyond the hands
of heartache and pain...
would they choose to live in darkness
void of sunshine and rain?

O but no, for love does not blindly
enter into ones heart -- to be locked
away from love's reality.
What one loves one dare not try to
create a reality beyond loves reach.

Love must have the sunshine and
the rain- to thrive.

O what kind of world would this be
if all were to live inside their
own little world, and process the
power to control their reality.

The world would be an empty place
filled with hearts locked away.
Reality, is not always kind to the
heart and mind.....but it will always
be easier to correct things in the
real world than to lose sight of
reality in the darkness of ones
mind.

There is much to be thankful for
in the reality of things...as long
as there's light there exist a chance
for change.    -Jan Tetstone


5:05pm August 17, 2018

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Re: A Taste of Reality
« Reply #1 on: August 20, 2018, 06:04:20 PM »
O what kind of world would this be
if all were to live inside their
own little world, and process the
power to control their reality.

Some say this is already happening with regard to internet 'filter bubbles'. 

J TETSTONE

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Re: A Taste of Reality
« Reply #2 on: August 20, 2018, 07:51:32 PM »
I believe they might be right. There are people so lonely off the net that they recreate themselves on the internet. One never knows who they are really talking[chatting with]....When someone says they are looking for a 'soul-mate' that's a good indication they aren't happy with who they are with in the off the internet environment.... In a way  it's really sad. Thank you for all your comments on my poetry.    jan