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...

Only things tangible are accounted

I would reach infinity if the ways I love you could be

Numerous things about you that can't be contained in Numeracy...

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...