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...

Ruby the Old said to Ruby the Young

“Don’t give up yet, our song isn’t sung.

There’s more to the story;

beyond this heartbreak, and fear.

Know purpose and love;

will bring light to this tear.

The struggles of life,

will make us quite wise.

Earn badges of courage.

Diamonds, of eyes.”...

In the depth of the Underworld, the mournful screams of lost souls quiet as Hermes nears the castle. Not many are able to see what he does, being both in the Underworld and Olympus as things unfold. But then again, not many would want to. Being stuck between the drama of the Gods is tiresome, even for a gossip like Hermes.

Hermes lands on the spiked railings of Hades bedroom, balancing by the sl...

He prefers you.

You'll just have to ask Him why.

I don't see it myself.

So He wanted to play in the dirt, that's all right,

But then He had to bind you together with blood, sweat, and tears and breathe in your faces and fall head over heels and that was the beginning of the end for us.

I'm not going to pretend we enjoyed it.

Pretending is for you.

When you flash into bright quasars and run the...

I stare into your eyes,

Afraid of what they say.

You let out a few sighs,

But I won't go away.

Together we are dark,

Because I hear your thoughts.

You won't say there's a spark,

Because you're scared of knots.

Any sort of tie to me,

Any sort of connection,

Leaves you to lie to me,

Which causes imperfection.

The messages are mangled.

I can’t tell what you’re thinking.

The words become entangled,...

When one love fades, life

stretches across desolate

void until the next...

It’s the constant back and forth

Traversing land and sea

Delivering a message that’s not for me

My legs are tired

My arms ache

Climbing mountains and swimming lakes

But this message is important

The receiver has to see

The sender must find out

What he wants to have for tea...

A reflection is a mirror

Where we can see

What is being shown,

However, it is not

a true image,

as it is backwards.

Meaning that thought must

Consider what is true.

And how it can

...

Myself, my emotions and expectations

Where it seemingly doesn’t belong will be my smile

Even the fear I feel that often leads to hesitations

Is going to form part of this victorious mile

I’ve ran, walked and crawled to get here

For my poorly carried baggage, I’m sorry

There’s no guarantees which is all too clear

Confronted by a sense of doom, sick and worry

Yet giving up was never a choice ...

Modulated light

Crossing the vastness of Space

What message therein?

Arrives too late to action

Too complex to decipher....