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 impulses we receive, the ideas we conceive, the senses and what they interpret by their capacity which if you look deeply they deceive.
I wonder about reality, the existence, creation, and what this all means.
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, the hole and the rabbit In your arms I found my home and I hugged it
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 Without you my lady
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 you know I can abuse and use you too? What impresses you? I can be cool and cool off you? In the simplest of words and the slightest of actions We can split up like a fraction
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 leaves only consciousness and the lines between dimensions blur getting thinner and thinner$
Only the footprints of ghosts linger.
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 heal Take back the innocence you had to steal To cop a feel
You are free now! Grow child, rise to your greatest potential! I Love you ❤️
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 The window becomes immortal Invincible not to be conquered by he Forever caught in the gaze of a portal In the form of a jalousie
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 be I'm not being patient with you.
May be one day when it's not too late you'll read this and change before we transition to Monsters and Ghouls! 💕
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 patch up
You remain wondering wandering through the minds wilderness is it true? It's anybody's guess!
