Real is unreal
Does anybody know
Fortunes found in fantasy
What a way to go.
Tangibles intangible
What ups and flies away
Instructable
Inscrutable
We all will get our day.
Keep it real
Real is unreal
Don't you know -
Full on action
Front row seats
Fine dining
Friends
No whining.
Watch
Don't wait
Times up for debate
Who knows the ending
Who wants to be ascending
Won't the first be last
It's a real master-class
Even better under the master's wing
Safe and secure
Makes you want to sing
Sure that's not real
Catch the flow
Real is unreal
All this
Just part of the show.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Once convinced that one can not tell the difference between real and unreal the crowd is easily manipulated and dominated. Nicely written
Valiantstar, the refrain “real is unreal” works well as the backbone here… it gives the poem that looping, reflective rhythm while the images move from everyday life to something more philosophical. That tension drives the whole piece forward. The final thought wraps it nicely: “Just part of the show.” Nicely framed idea, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Are you sure it is 'real is unreal' and not 'unreal is real'?
God knows?
You asking me?? So that's what this bloody uncomfortable seat is - I'm sitting on the right hand of the Almighty, and am supposedly his mouthpiece. Wish someone had given me the Duty Statement before I applied....
As I say to my beloved - you need a cloud...
One hopes there is no irony there and that your beloved manages.......................
The flow is how we go🙏🏻🕊️
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