What is Reality?

What is Reality
and how do we know;
that we can hold it
or that we let go?
Can something be defined
by its' contrary?
And can we be sure?
Ought we be wary?
Do we know by effect
that something is real;
how it interacts
not what we can feel?
Does asking the question
make me seem crazy?
Sometimes it is hard -
Truth can seem hazy.
Illusion seems truer;
media relates
whats false as Gospel;
outrightly misstates.
Don't trust what's on TV
just because it's there;
even what you read
can be truth impaired.
Reality needs checked
using all our means;
Don't take for granted
news is what it seems.
To complicate matters,
too many reporters
aren't press but opine:
business supporters.
Truth is tricky it seems
and requires attention
from all citizens;
prevents invention.

Choices

It's amazing to me
the way you see things.
You see the forest
but not the tree.


Forests don't just occur
but for single trees.
If one pine gets sick
so do more fir.


Yet you value the whole
at the cost of one.
You save your career
but lose one Soul.


You'd let one person go
To keep it quiet.
Politics is all:
amity's foe.


Know the choices you've made
defines who you are,
The way you treat one
shows values weighed.


Whether I live or not,
you couldn't care less.
That tells me you aren't
the one I thought.


I'm as sorry for you
as I am for me.
I hope you can see
my point of view.


If not, it's a big waste
for all of us here
saw you as caring; 
that's now erased.


Please open up your heart
stop being afraid,
thinking you'll be hurt,
try a clean start.


Tomorrow's a new day
we can all start fresh
The past is the past
put it away.

Politics of Illusion

Like lines in the ever shifting sands
or winds that swirl and cannot be seen
reality blurs and truth is at risk
when politics blend with demands.


Magicians of circus reflections
bend truth and distort reality.
Shimmering figures make us laugh
sending us in different directions.


Sudden awareness that we are lost
shakes us awake; it might be too late
but we must try to find our way back 
to who we truly are - any cost.


Drowsy from illusion's sheer blur
The way back home not easy to see
Our voices must rise loud and strong.
Voting the only path back that's sure.