Individual Reality

We are blindfolded, limited by human understanding, yet somehow expected to choose what’s right. Well, what’s right? A thousand religions point a thousand different ways, and nobody has prood of anything because we’re here and the dead are there.
I see a soul in every face, a light emanating from the human presence. People are individual realities, separate entities of vision and thought, networked together to create a society. People are endless, and magic, and broken, and devastating, and beautiful. People are more than a physical feature. People are deeper, a link to another dimension, a layer of life beneath this physical crust, but we can’t see through the film of this dimension. Our bodies are shells, encasing universes inside. The world is full of millions, billions of eyes and brains, perspectives — endless perspectives and lives spanning centuries, each with their own world, taking everyone else for granted. And even realizing this, we can’t stop. We can’t stop taking each other for granted.
We are all so alone and so closely pressed together. We are isolated by our own mental and emotional inhibition.
People are inexplicably real. Their suffering is real, their souls are real, so how can you not care?
We spend all day looking at each other but still can’t realize we exist. I cannot put this into adequate words. There is something missing, some barrier between us and the rest of reality. A wall of apathy. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why it’s there.



I know it’s been a little while since I’ve posted anything new.  For that, I apologize.  Life gets in the way… you know all that stuff.  I guess sometimes my blog just comes second.  There have been some difficulties with blogging lately (specifically, being unable to use Internet on the computer in my house with which I blog) so please, forgive me.

It’s a bit late, but this is my poem, “Heaven,” and it will be my new Poem of the Month.  It’s a little different than some of my poetry, but I hope you like it.


If we travel up

Up, up, up

Higher and higher

Till earth is a mere speck

Farther, higher

Till we can’t see earth

Till it doesn’t exist


If we keep going


And don’t give


Will we find a place

Maybe we’ll find


It has to be somewhere

Out there

Somehow, reachable

In that vast universe

We are so tiny

Isn’t there a way

To get there

If we go


And up

And up and up and up



A glimpse somewhere

There’s gotta be

I just want

A glance

Of Heaven

Is it really as good

As it’s

Cracked up to be

Can’t I just have

Once glance

All I’m asking for is just

A glance of Heaven

It’s so painful here

If I could just see Heaven

Maybe I’d find a way

To see through the pain

And the dust

And the blood

And the sin.