#realities
The sky,
The sky,
The sky calls out
To you,
To you,
To you, no more
Instead,
Instead,
Instead an old
Hickory tree
That’s lived through
War.
The water,
The water,
The water now
Only,
Only,
Only fills a
Ceramic mug
And a cup
made of
Glass.
The sun,
The sun,
The sun shouts out
To you,
To you,
To you, no more
Instead,
Instead,
Instead a piece of
Ice
That does nothing
But sit around
And melt.
A screen,
A screen,
A screen stares flat
Into,
Into,
Into the black
Abyss,
Abyss,
Abyss that is the
Remnants of
A
Heart.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
night
this is texture of apparition
a little restless heat
the cat crosses between balconies
the cardboard set of the backs of city houses
stage of charming murders and secrets
the skies speed and health dominates
there's a detonation of the half moon
then the treads of clouds
and a sharp code of shooting star
we have no right
bathed with loving context
we should behave to earn such a view
but our smarts aim
at now't but hazard and flirt
war dooms at beat for thunder
the night skies become ominous
with our ruined broach
suspended under every breath
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
See the world distinctly?
Pearls?
A kaleidoscope of memories?
Or lucidly look differently?
A beggar, or free from the constraints of Western reality?
New eyes take in all perspectives: perceptions,
Compelling new experiences: horizons.
Releasing shame; distorted distractions.
Embracing imperfections, peccadillos,
Layers of realities,
Depths, and
Rationalities.
Diversely.
Maturely.
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 12:45 AM UTC
Another night of dreams,
one after another, flickering half images
echo real events but bare my heart.
I try on new realities,
like dazzling garments or popup stores
of evanescent wants I may not admit to myself.
Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 10:02 AM UTC
Fabled America is slipping away,
surely you’ve felt it, like wind knocking
a weather vane in another direction.
At some unnoticed moment
we decided to ignore realities
as a man intent on drowning himself
plows heedlessly through the waves.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 6:35 AM UTC
Fate that's placed can often fade
as not all future states of intent are set.
The red direction changes status
with which short term paths to step ahead,
when we seek highs but lows commence.
A complex collective mix and match
of varied voices within each pack.
Try to listen softly as your intuition leads,
as ego driven voids a balanced clarity.
Are we lost in the broth life serves us,
between the choice of salt or sweet.
Drawn towards distant points imagined
through our lost and found realities.
Find space in time to recuperate,
when you let the mind wander and lust,
remembering we're here to master masts.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 7:37 AM UTC
Life
Those Who Fear Death,
They Too After All Die,
Those Never Fear Death,
They Too After All Die,
But Great Difference Is
In The Death Of Both,
One Dies Like A Jackal,
Other Dies Like A Moth.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
There’s a multitude
of other dudes,
who look like me
but do not do
the exact same thing
or have a matching
attitude;
Parallels
played out in
lyrical fashion,
as I sit napping.
I hear them yapping
passing something
unseen
as strange beings
from different realities.
It’s not mimicry,
or fancy imagery
that I see
but endless possibilities
of what ifs
that will never be.
An athlete,
teacher, painter,
preacher, dancer,
fittest novelist,
world traveler
who volunteers
to help the suffering.
Such strange daydreams
that sometimes even leans
towards more fantastic things,
like a superhero or an
eager young
training cadet
trying to be
in Starfleet
on Star Trek,
trying to make
first contact,
and get to spaces
we haven’t even
imagined yet.
Of all the alternate
dimensions,
that float out and in
by miles, light years
or even mere inches,
the one that never fails
to stir my strange inner self,
is the one where I get my wish
meeting that finest fairytale figure,
that most beautiful myth.
Looking in the eyes of my
truest companion
after struggling for so long to find them,
and finally settling down with
my soulmate.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
(a sonnet)
Two realities, both alike in dignity,
In fair America, where we lay our scene,
There fallacious grudges explode into mutiny,
and lawful-blood makes patriot-hands unclean.
From common bonds these neighborly foes,
sail contrary seas of truth; on which they stake their lives.
Some, stoked for misadventure, by the host of a TV show,
do with their scurrilous deeds bury their futures for strife.
The fearful passage of compatriots love,
by continued embrace of marketed rage,
which, admitted truth and humility could dispose of,
fills now our breathless hours and sets our stage.
Which of you, with angry hearts, will patient peace attend,
and back away from martial games so pointless strife can end?
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:29 AM UTC
It seems so easy
Something we can do endlessly
But in truth while air can get into my lungs
Like at times words don't form from our tonuges
Sometimes even if we drink from Lethe
Air escapes and we can't seem to breathe
Especially in times we can't seem to function
And can't reach our intuition
It seems so easy
Like we can do it tirelessly
But even in times so fine
The air escapes these lungs of mine
Even with the sun we can find
Troubles never truly leave the mind
Sores never disappear completely
So in something that seems to easy
We just can't at times
Even with the luck of 7 dimes
Just simply in a state of seethe
Its hard to breathe
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
chill of the winter night
drifting through the open sunroof
throbbing stars
a crisp breeze
licking our skin
invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps
slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion
drifting into a reality
that perhaps only existed in our minds
we did believe our imaginations
much more comfortably
than we would ever believe reality
so we sat there
slumped on the black leather seats
watching the notes spill from the speakers
and dissipate into the air
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
One Day...
One day we will be in a place where our dreams and realities come true…
One day we will be - in each other’s arms…
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me?
"No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets.
If someone is trying to hurt you,
you have to call the police or get help, okay?"
"Even if it's Mommy?"
"Where's daddy?"
"He's never home."
"..."
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
I felt afraid
of an old, muted man.
Sitting near me on park bench.
To my ears came a soothing voice
singing,
nothing's gonna hurt you baby..
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
the threshold to tomorrow is stalking us
is there destiny in the indifference
the indifference and concern with what is the future
we should all be the masters of what is to occur
go carefully with all the realities that exist
they are there and need to be discovered
Brian Hill - 2020 # 54
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
Those who were born without wings
can never know the taste of the
sky
Me, I fly up in the air and
can never understand that dreams can
die
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Angelic faces have demonic realities.
White has some hidden black.
Good always needs evil.
Light is because of dark.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
That’s the thing about lived realities
They are not expectations
Nor stereotypes about cultures
They are the opposite of common knowledge
How about we document our life and get rid of these misconceptions?
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
There's always more to it than meets the eye.
Two flowers behind the fence house a million stories,
Insurmountable for all to tell by.
For some it's just two unnoticible flowers,
For some it's the cradle of spring,
For some it's imagery of prison,
For some it's lovers in their haven,
For some it's forbidden opportunities,
For some it's consequence of a strife,
For some it's an offering to a loved one,
For some it's just the cycle of life.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
I know that there was once a time
I wrote a poem about us
I talked of alternate realities
And in you it rose a fuss
In it I spoke about our lives
Multiple and each one different
Some were happy some sad
Our story always recurrent
In the end I spoke of us
I had come to a resolve
In our story of talks and shows
Soon the times would dissolve
But as our time together has passed
Our story has evolved
Something inside me started to change
In my story you became more involved
Now in this story of talks and shows
The original plot is new
What once was an untimely end
Now begins and ends with you
So if you’ll let me I’ll write you in
In as many places as I can
I can’t lose you now you’re part of me
Our life together just began
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC