A Dance With Mental Illness

Mental Illness, just like anything else regarding human existence, is not only different in every person affected by it; but it’s reacted to differently as well. I’ve spent most of my life in a dance with my own malfunctions. The closest I can come to describing things in a broad view is to compare it…

Lullaby

I swam away in the light of a gossamer web Frolicking strands tickled my feet As I floated amid the cerulean tides Pushed and pulled by the gentle sway My life rocked into an even calm The muted cacophony of the outside world Trickled from somewhere muted and murmuring Pacified by the slowly waving green…

Dave, the Reaper, the Super Soul Sweeper

After what seemed like an eternity, Dave worked up the courage to open his eyes again. He stood within a pinprick of light, surrounded by a vast darkness so profound, that if he’d been asked to describe it, he’d be at an utter loss for words. Almost as if carried by a tired sigh, a…

Gather ’round kids, cop a knee

In a time where the United States seems to have enemies on every front; Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma, Hurricane Maria, North Korea, and other various Asian and East Asian Countries… Our Fearless Leader is most concerned about copping a squat, bending a knee, and so on and so forth. Mr. Trump is more intent on…

What year is this?

Have any of you seen the movie Jumanji? Do you remember at the beginning of the movie when Robin Williams’ character first appears out of the game: “What year is it?” I’m starting to feel that way, myself, within this stage of my life I find myself in. I was laid from my job a few…

Looking Down

Those above, never look below. Trees do not concern themselves with the ground below, as their roots plunge deep Those that walk the earth consider not, the tiny creatures underneath their feet Ones who float the wind on wings, haven’t a thought for what they expel on those below Clouds that crowd away the blue, never…

Courage Through Love

We walk in obscurity Testing each new stone Teetering on hope Swaying through fear Rancor bubbles below A viscous hurdle Threatening to surge And bind us fast To baleful minds And bankrupt hearts To pollute our will And deflate courage Yet through the struggle One thought remains clear A fierce light, undimmed Rings truer now…

Sin Corazón Duro

Mas que mañana pero menos de ayer, te odio Sin corazón duro, sin mala fe Yo confiaba en ti, pero no Mas que el corazón Tu querias amor de los demás Querías amor encontrado Entre las piernas a mujeres Las que no pueden darte El respeto que querías Porque no pudieron Respetarsen a sí mismos…

Confusion

Check out this great response that Creating K.I.N.G.S wrote in response to my last post “Through the Lens”. It’s fantastic! So humbling to have inspired something in someone else. Please do check out the rest of his blog, he’s always a joy to read.

Through the Lens

Some people, I think Are meant to walk alone in this world Traveling the rubble path of life Viewing what should be vibrant In a lack luster fade Through travel dusted, cracked lenses That were once rose hued What was once a happy memory Now disfigured by the water stains Painted onto their lenses By…