From Broken Mirrors – A Chapter From My Novel “Looking Into The Mirror, As The Story Unfolds”

Today I Was Reborn As My True Self

Ending living a false life, false dreams, broken hopes, and false gifts. Re-thinking what is my everything, my desires, my dreams and my reality.

Xenia
Xenia Water Tower

Impossible was once a whisper, taken from the depths of hope, revealed in the sounds of suffering from a past soon forgotten. What good is it for one to attempt to achieve the things sought by only a single soul wrapped around a broken heart… when success is a word falling at once and always deafened memories? Why would anyone want to ruin something so special with something so trivial is the question I ask?

Toy on Rock
Met The Gang

I was planning on wandering up and down the landscape, bugging people to see if they had mind-blowing dangerous quest for me to undertake. Each day allows me to explore the wonderment of the world around me. Every tri-angle has its thorns. From the convoluted fabric of tangled yarn, my life evolves. Not for glory or fame… I seek peace. For a single year filled with happiness, peaceful days, romantic nights, and shared experience I will give everything, I did, once, give everything.

A Blowout
What has worn to thin

Everyone has some baggage. It is simply a matter of having someone to carry it with you. Yet this thought floats away in the tide of the chaotic sea. Tracing the rainbow through the rain I discovered the pot was never filled with gold at the end. The leprechaun rejoices in magic where the troll laughs in thievery. The dreams of together burnt into less than ash from a single secret letter. Once trust is destroyed, one has the responsibility to right what harm was wrong… or drive the wedge further into my heart.

where is the pot of gold
Rainbow Sky

What is a legacy when the league is less than extraordinary? From a class of pillars we arise into the light. Yet the sun will set and we shall find our self in total darkness if it were not for our own beacon. And hope is but a Meer whisper in this loudness called calm. For once we become silent, because nobody listens, we have muted the chance of expression. From the depth of long-suffering, many moons have risen and hundreds of Suns have set for this goal that became emptiness. What was once a spark that fueled a flame of passionate and wonderful glory, becomes a cinder of helpless lost. Losing oneself in a futile attempt to capture everything, I am more of an option than a meaningful partner. Once and for all time I free myself from hurtful, purposeful and games of the mind. Loving myself is of higher importance than getting love that can never be real.

It is not real
Fake Flame

I stretched my patience far beyond what would be normal. I have been more forgiving than any man alive. I can say and truly believe without reservation not another man on earth could have taken so much abuse and still had as much love in my heart as myself, for one.

human Heart
A Heart That Is Broken

Nevertheless, I simply can not take it any longer. Nothing works. I tried… I mean I put my heart and soul into it. Virtually I am destroyed. And I am surly not the same man I once was. Broken, as if that is right for someone to do this to another human being. Gosh, ripping a mans heart out, throwing it onto the dirt and stomping it… over and over… this must have given someone such power!


Great creation can only follow great destruction. We all progress more quickly when chaos reigns. It is through chaos and conflict that we make our biggest steps. Do not let your eyes see or your ears hear that which you cannot account for.

Ivo de Taillebois

The Wood – The begining

Poetheart!

She had a body as a fairy  and lived  there for all her life….

Surround by trees…. Trees so so dark and tal that she almost could see the sun… So… She is habituated with shadows that compose all her world… And shadows, we know, they are not so simple…  they are the pure darkest…. With silent moves, whispers , deep lake … the mist… That terrified her  but not anymore….

She deal very good with this sensations and more  growing in her chest… Corrupted still… mind and soul…Mujer gótica en el bosque

You only could crave something if you know or if you see… A person…  a thing…. And she never desired anything because the wood  were inside her … And the wood gave to her all that she needs… since now…

A  dangerous eagerness to talk, to touch and be touched intensify inside her…. A fever… A thirst  … appeased by her…

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Hawaii: Big Island Volcanoes

Just Two More Things...

When asked what she wanted to do on Hawaii, justtwomorethings immediately said “Volcano!” Alas, to her (and surprisingly, our dad’s) disappointment, we did not get to see an  actual eruption or moving lava flow. It’s not allowed because we’d probably be dead from the toxic gases, suffocating ash and extreme heat if we were in a position to see that sort of thing.

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If You Could Hear Me

If you could hear me, there are things I could tell you:
like my dreams, I was a branch and you were a bird
and you built your nest and I gave you a home, and
I was the bird and you were the worm and you wiggled
beneath my lips and you nourished my body, and
I became the worm and you were the dirt and
I gave you warmth and guidance and quenched
your thirst and then I was the dirt and you were
a child and you shaped me into pies squished
between your chubby fingers and I rested on
your cheeks until I became the child and you became
my pet and we danced in the rain and chased after
the birds and you snuggled up to me next to a fire
and we slept, and I became the pet and you were
my owner and you fed me and gave me affection
because I was loyal and then I became the owner
and you became my love and we found ourselves
in between clean sheets, damp with sweat and
stripped naked and satisfied and the sun began
to peak through our blinds and you became
the sun and I turned into the moon and we’ll
be immortalized day and night and you’ll fall
in love with me every moment and I didn’t want
to find myself in reality again, but when I woke
I realized you were still there, kept in my heart
and for now, that’s all I need until I want more
and more comes with the future and the future
will be our adventure—if you were listening,
I would tell you all this so you could understand
that I’m waiting: you’re my bird and I’m your branch.