Reality
I observe all the people in my life
My parents, siblings, friends, kids, workers and most importantly my wife.
I ask myself what do I mean when I say "my life"?
Does it mean everyone I know is created by my reality?
Are they part of my story, or am I part of theirs?
Are we equal stakeholders in each other's stories and therefore not owners of a story?
This reality we perceive, these im...
Also know that as we dive into the past we are both opening wounds don't think for a second it's not also deeply and scarringly painful for me as well.
When I've avoided such discussions in the past it's not the talk I'm evading rather it's the pain i don't want to feel. But if you want the wound to heal you gotta get it cleaned and in the cleaning the pain will reveal.
So there you have it, th...
I love you everyday
Feelings won't go away
My world is yours always
My feet walk in your way
Don't leave me
Please just stay
Wash the pain all away
No tears soaking your face
Mistakes I know I made
Your love to me you gave
I'll take it to the grave
Jannah it's you I crave
To be in your embrace
I'll be your happy place
No need to sketch and trace
Finer than gold and lace
Don't want to go a day
...
What do you really want with me?
What am I to thee?
What do you want me to do?
What do I owe you?
What I feel, does it matter to you?
When I’m in pain can’t I count on you too?
Do you know how it feels to be projected with feelings that are confusing?
Feeling needed in one moment and the next moment feels like you’re there only for using?
Do you know I’m capable of reciprocating your nuances?
Do...
We live in a land where footprints of ghosts linger
Dual realities perceptual dichotomies from a metaphysical 3D printer
Near death experiences the only alarm ringer
Otherwise we stay mindlessly exploiting the land
Manipulating machinery with our fingers
As hope glimmers stars shimmer truth seekers following the Big Dipper
Looking beyond the canopy with no pillars
Until the body decays and lea...
It wasn’t your fault what she made you do
Touching you when you didn’t know what it meant
Shoving your face in her crotch
Unfamiliar smells and strange organs placed in your mouth
You were only 3 maybe 4; what did you do that for?
You’ve carried this weight and guilt
Repeated the same cycles under many quilts
But not any more
The inner child will heal
I will speak to the child and let the child...
O window stuck like a frozen operating system in '95
A portal for dust, bugs, pollen and sun
A pathway for the symphony of nature's sounds
Wind gusts and birds chirping you bring us
My eyes are the windows to the soul
With my eyes I look out the window to see the whole.
When the sensory input is overloaded and You just want the world closed
It's like a computer that froze
Windows won't shut down...
O! How much I love you
O! How much I care
In the meantime
You take your time to be mean
I sway between knowing what I mean
And wondering "to you" what do I mean?
I mean, if I can't correct you without you turning mean
If on average the median of your reaction to constructive criticism is to be mean.
How can I feel loved when your attitude is set to demean?
Maybe you don't know what you do.
May b...
What do we know? Are your senses deceivers?
Is it what we think, see, or feel?
You feel a strong cold presence like frigid steel
A glimpse of a shadow weaver
Out the corners of your eyes
You know there's something you saw
But your mind won't comply
Other dimensions operating in different frequencies
Constrained by latency you can never catch up
A slower operating system that you can never patc...
