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

A Post From The Past

December 21, 2014
One of the many GREAT features in WordPress, the ability to post something now, and have it actually become publically visible at a future date. Nice Going @automattic! The previous post was one such future post.
So, I am sitting in bed, perhaps at my wits end, the final straw indeed.

There MUST be more to sharing this life with someone… You could have it all…

The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away. — The Notebook

I can be changed by what happens to me. But i refuse to be reduced by it. — Maya Angelou

Everyone thinks about changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. — Leo Tolstoy

ADELE — Rolling In The Deep

Lyrics for Rolling in the Deep By Adele

There’s a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark

Finally I can see you crystal clear

Go ‘head and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare

See how I leave with every piece of you

Don’t underestimate the things that I will do

There’s a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and its bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can’t help feeling

We could have had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby I have no story to be told

But I’ve heard one on you and I’m gonna make your head burn

Think of me in the depths of your despair

Making a home down there ’cause mine sure won’t be shared

The scars of your love remind me of us (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can’t help feeling

We could have had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could’ve had it all

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside your hand

But you played it with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door

Count your blessings to find what you look for

Turned my sorrow into treasured gold

You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

(You’re gonna wish you never had met me) We could’ve had it all

We could’ve had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

It all, it all, it all, (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

We could have had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could’ve had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

But you played it, you played it, you played it, you played it

To the beat

A Virtual Truth

The virtual world always tells the truth. It exposes a liar, and makes light to the words told or written. There is always someone, something, somewhere who revels truth. Make no mistake about it… as long as you continue to be in a virtual reality, you must always be honest. Say what you say, but also know when you lie, something will tell a story contrary, more truthful. Surly other people will tell their own version. However, when evidence tells a story, based in facts, pictures, post and walls expose the reality based in a real world of knowledge. Lock that wall down, try to protect or hide, make any attempt to keep secret… but some things can never be hidden… from the eyes of virtual seekers. Honesty is always the truth. Lies only conclude a liar is always a liar and until one stops… there is no hope for peace and happiness between us.
On November 4, a Tuesday, Americans will vote in mid-term elections. Let the truth shine through!