hello

you

i’ve traveled

far

and i’ve

finally arrived

with a message

for you

she loves you

dearly

now what

to send back?

that you

don’t feel the same

okay

OoOoO

hello

you

a response

from her

she feels

the same

about you

she loves you too

OoOoO

messenger

i am

messenger

i’ll be

but my

messages

are not

the same

as you thought

they were

OoOoO

hello

you

it seems

your messege

has ...

The stars hung low, a whispered song,

Through endless nights where dreams belong.

The moonlight waltzed on fields of dew,

Each step a promise, soft and true.

The wind, a painter, brushed the air,

With streaks of warmth, a lover’s care.

Mountains echoed stories old,

In voices deep and hearts so bold.

A river carved the earth in streams,

Its gentle flow a dance of dreams.

It sang of life, it sang ...

Stars fade in between the city lights

Where there are Late-night eats and bites.

Come cross between meals cooked close to home.

Do I really know what I want?

A piece wants hustle and bustle, around others with a similar goal in mind.

While sunbathing, on the grass.

Definitely sounds like it could last.

What it takes to hear honking or crickets in the night.

Where the moon is the only light.

I wond...

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...