The Afterlife Visitors

As the stars dance outside,
the journey begins inside.

Walking down a dark hallway,
a strange intruder jumps into the doorway.
Rushed out to jump down three floors,
then ran next door.
In that house, there I stood,
face to face with the God of Voodoo.
In a hurry, went backwards into a closet,
no time to be upset.

Running into a dark alley,
the heart began to beat rapidly.
Looked up, as lighting flashed to see,
a 40 foot Giant Alien looking down at me.
Breathing heavy, ran back,
hoping he doesn’t try to follow and attack.

Found a crowded street, people gathered,
celebrating the sweet life together.
There the Reaper standing across the way,
as the crowd disappeared, he turns away.
Felt shock, as Santa Muerte notices me,
he rushed and shifted into a demon.

Was drenched in sweats so mean,
it all happened in the afterlife, or as most would say, it was just a bad dream.

The Real You

There once was a child born under a winter Sun and a winter full Moon.  She grew up in a world full of broken and sad people.  Drifting throughout this waking life, she too became broken and sad.  Though she became like those around her, she would often find herself during those wondrous sunsets and special moon moments.  She realized that she was not really meant to be like the majority, so she decided to find the real her and be that unconditionally.

Her life was a balancing act, much like the opposing sun and moon that started her story.  Most of the time, her emotions and thoughts would get the best of her, pushing her into solitude.  This forced evaluation of her story and the findings were not easy to acknowledge.  The times she was really her were too few and rare moments, which was no longer acceptable.  So, she began to search for solutions, but how does one become their true self fulltime in this waking life?

Finding one’s self is a journey that seems to lead to more breaks than success, as many have tried and few have survived to tell the tale.  Knowing this could be enough to turn back, but she refused to be in this life bounded by unnecessary sadness anymore.  She began to observe others actions, while listening to what they truly had to say.  Finding those who are sad often speak themselves into happiness, which is only temporary.

In the vast library of past and present explorers of the self, many ideas to becoming one’s true self are declared the perfect route.  However, the most important key to knowing thyself and becoming the real you, all align with being whole.  The idea being that throughout our life we become fragmented by the many experiences we live out and it isn’t until we become whole again that we can achieve authenticity.  That sounds easy enough, become whole and thus, you are the real you.  Problem is, there is a very crucial question at hand, how does one become whole?

Well, her quest is still in progress and luckily, the afterlife holds more promise to explore the unanswered questions.  The main take away is that the road ahead is leading to a place of becoming the true self, instead of what the environment promotes.  She found that by striving for completeness every single day and doing one thing that brings bliss, ultimately, takes you closer to becoming the real you.  If you had the chance, why not find the way to become complete in this life.  That is, if you are prepared to become the real you.

Sign Of The Times

There are significant changes happening all around, but some modifications come with heavy clouds. These days are filled with so much confusion, which is sweeping many away with illusions.

Though, the outlook foretells possible destruction, there is always a reason for the abrupt conclusion. Try to embrace the alterations, as it is the only way to completely know ourselves.

As the transformation continues, we will see those walking by faith, finally become their truest selves and that is undoubtedly, a sign of the times.

Destined Love

Rushing, he pushes forward to grab his cup of coffee off of the barista bar. He realizes he is late and begins to walk briskly to the subway entry. He grabs his card and scans, it lights up red; not enough credit to take this train. His coffee in his hands is hot, his bag is heavy and now, he heads to the machine to add credit to his card. After 5 minutes, he rushes back to the gate to scan again, this time it goes green and he rushes to the Broadway Line tunnel.

The train is delayed, he is standing in the subway tunnel starting to panic, as it was his big presentation day at work. This was that rare opportunity where he would be seen by the big boss and finally standout in the office. The only thing is now, he is running behind schedule, 15 minutes to be exact. He gets to his stop and again rushes out, a man truly against time. The coffee in his hand is half way full and is lukewarm at this point. He now heads up the stairs and bumps into the most beautiful young lady, he had ever seen.

As they collided, coffee spilled on notebook pages filled with color and pencils rolled around them making a scene for other morning rushers to see. They both got up and locked eyes, smiled and the apologies from both ends began. As they helped each other gather their belongings from the ground, they both smiled and tried to explain why they were in a hurry. The young lady stated she was on her way to an art studio in hopes she could showcase her work there, but the coffee damaged a few of her pieces. Feeling guilt, the young man stated he would do anything he could to help her, but she insisted that he forget about it and she walked away in a hurry.

As she faded into the crowd, he looked down and noticed one of her pages got stuck in his bag. It was a beautiful painting of the park full of lush green color and a bench featuring an older couple sitting, enjoying the outdoors. It was also damp due to coffee spots from his morning cup of coffee. He smiled, but heard the clock bell outside go off, it was the top of the hour, which means he was undoubtedly late for this meeting. He rushes back to his normal route to the office and misses all six of the elevators, he contemplated the hike up 30 floors, however decided to wait.

10 minutes past and finally the elevator was available, except now 10 other people needed to use it as well. All of them going to stops before the 30th floor and another 5 minutes later, he finally reaches his desk. Pulling out his laptop from his bag, he logged into his work emails and receives a notice that meeting was pushed back 1 hour. With a sigh of relief, he pulls out the painting and noticed a tiny initial to the bottom right, D.L.; smiling, as those were his initials.

With his extra time, he was able to tidy himself up and get a bit more prepared for this big meeting. The hour was up, so he took his seat in the conference room and the boss sat right next to him. Nervous, he turned to introduce himself and the boss seemed taken back by his assertiveness. He was announced to present the new findings for the company and everyone appeared to be pleased by his presentation. He took his seat and the boss invited him to dinner at an exclusive place, only top employees were invited to. He politely accepted, thinking to himself, “it’s happening.”

At precisely 5:00 PM, he heard his name called out across the office and got up immediately. Rushing to pack up his bag and leave for the day. He then got on the elevator with top executives, his immediate manager and of coarse, the big boss man himself. The cab moved a few blocks to a restaurant located in one of the largest skyscrapers in the city, a normal dinner for him is $1 pizza or noodles in a cup, so to be at this place was a very special occasion. They go up to the door of the 50th floor, and there she was, the girl who he had collided with earlier that day. She was the hostess, who checked them into their reservations.

As they locked eyes, they exchanged smiles and he felt warmth realizing this was a rare occasion where fate was in charge. He sat, listening to executives at the table try to impress their boss with more talk about the business and found himself a bit out of place for a few seconds. He noticed her again, a warm feeling within began to stir curiosity, so he got up, excused himself and walked towards her. He pulled her near the bar area and asked if he could take her out on a date. She reminded him there was no need to take interest in her, as she was okay after this morning spill. He didn’t take no for an answer, with his new found confidence, he was taking charge. She said they could meet up, this Sunday and so, they had a date.

He walked back to the conversations about work and his boss leaned over to tell him, this is how every dinner goes before cocktails. He giggled and realized, he was at the table full of top personnel at his company, while the boss is having a side conversation with him. He was feeling pretty good, more like on top of the world, literally sitting 50 floors above sea level. Dinner was wrapping up and he gave that girl another smile, there was certainty something special happening, there was no denying it.

Dinner came to an end and his boss politely thanked him for joining them. The boss also asked him to come to his office Monday to discuss his ideas further and also, complimented on a job well done. After working at this company for 5 years, you can imagine that he felt extremely proud of this invitation and compliment.

He finally got home to his studio apartment, which was 2 subway rides and 45 minutes away from that skyscraper. Pulling out his belonging from his bag, he noticed that beautiful painting and remembered the date he had made, which forced him to realize that this would be the first date in over 4 years! Nervous, he began to look up ideas on what to do on a first date and what he should expect, eventually drifts to sleep after reading a few articles on current dating tactics.

He woke up and realizes it is Saturday, which means he had one day to prepare for his date. There was so much weight on this moment, he was becoming extremely nervous again. He decided he would walk in the park to take his mind off of this. He stopped by his local the coffee shop to grab a cup of his favorite drink, along with a scone. He then heads to the park, it was one of those lovely spring mornings where you need a light jacket and the leaves are lush green, even a little gold. He walks over the pond via a small bridge, which leads to a path of beautiful trees and notices someone on a bench in the distance.

As he got closer he realized it was her, sitting on the bench and drawing in her notebook. He felt that warmth again and immediately approached her. Smiling, he said “Hello,” and with a surprised look on her face she greeted him back. He asked if he could sit down, which she said, was okay for him to do. He pulled out his scone and asked if she wanted any, to which she politely accepted. The conversation quickly progressed into getting to know each other and how they got to this point. The young lady was there to recreate a painting she could not find, it was of a couple on a bench in a park. She mentioned, it was one of her pieces she wanted to feature in her art show. He smiled, stating that he had the painting, as it was mixed into his things during their collision. She smiled and said, he could keep it, the coffee stains ruined it and she was already working on recreating another version for her show. He asked her if she knew the couple in her painting and she said, no.

They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and walking around the park, eventually going to a near by shop for a slice of the cities best pizza. They were having an ultra rare encounter, one of those moments in life where everything happens effortlessly. The end of the night approached and they said their goodbyes. She gave him an invitation to her art show and he said he looked forward to seeing her again.

Sunday came and brought the official date, this time the formal attire came out. The young girl was so beautiful in her blue dress, that he could hardly take his eyes off of her. For him, this was the first time he was interested in anyone for so long, that he had forgotten what it feels like to be interested in someone. The evening together, only emphasized the fact that these two were quickly becoming inseparable.  

The work week went fantastically, everything seemed to be going great for him. He was excited, the art show was happening in a few hours and so, he rushed to put his blazer on. He then grabbed his keys and noticed her painting, now hanging on his wall, even with small coffee stains it was beautiful to him.

One subway ride later, he arrived at the show and there she was in another fantastic dress, looking stunning as ever. She noticed him and escorted him to her wall, he quickly spotted the recreated piece of the bench in the park, except now it featured a young couple, that he felt resembled them. He smiled at her and she smiled back, as they knew they were destined love.

The Girl With A Hidden Talent

Clutching her little notebook, she rushes onto the bus and scans her metro card. As she moves passing strangers, she finds an open seat and sits down next to the window. She opens her notebook and quickly scribbles her thoughts in her unique poetic way. Someone sits next to her and looks over to give her a compliment on her beautiful pages. The girl smiles and thanks the stranger.

Her stop approaches, she gets up and walks off. As soon as she got home, she pulls out her notebook and began to review what she wrote. Smiling at her work, she felt even more inspired to continue filling the blank pages with her poetry. The night came over the day and she feel asleep next to her little notebook.

She woke up, except now 10 years older and was living a cycle that had no space for a poetic moment. That little notebook she loved so much, was collecting dust on the bookshelf in her room. One day, her life turned upside down and she began to reflect on her steps to that point. As tears began to rush down her face, she looked up at her shelves showcasing smiling photos and some of her most prized possessions. Her teary eyes gazed throughout the shelves filled with a physical display of her life and there it was, her little notebook.

Pulling her notebook out of the shelf and wiping off the dust, she remembered what the stranger said to her on the bus. Wiping the tears away, she took this as the moment for her recovery to begin. As she looked back and read all the beautiul entries, along with the beauitful sketches and her photos that accompanied her words; she couldn’t help, but notice that she was missing this part of herself these past 10 years. There were many blank pages left, so she began to write and at first, it was challenging to begin. However, with a few entries, she was back to her poetic ways.

One day, she saw an ad online for a creative writer contest, first place was a $5,000 grand prize winner and well, she took a chance on her hidden talent. She felt her entry was honest and real, even inspiring. So, she smiled back at her work and clicked send.

Weeks past and she forgot about the contest, however she received a notice naming her as the winner! She was so excited and felt that this was the sign she needed to invest in her hidden talent. It was also in that moment, she realized losing herself was the only way to really find her purpose and so, she continued to write in her little notebook knowing she was sharing her talent like she was always meant to.

La Lune

Once a month, the full moon comes out to shine her bright, cold light during the starry night. She is exactly opposite of her counterpart, the sun and so when she is full, she is able to shine her brightest. During her complete phase, she reminds us that like her, we too will reach our fullest potential when the time is right.

Her destiny is to move in phases, as she dances across the sky. Sometimes she is blue, orange, pink, purple, and even red, but mostly she is silver. She is invisible on the most rare occasions and moves constantly to reveal multiple sides of her. The darkest hours are filled with her light, even if it’s just for a short while. She will always show us there is a process to this cosmic dance and light that lives within all of us, is there no matter what phase of life you find yourself.

The New Moon

The new moon comes in just as the day ends and reminds us how things are moving in phases. The constant changes that occur force movement into unknown scenarios, but at rare times, bring defining moments to our attention. Sometimes letting go of the old idea of yesterday’s comforts is challenging, however in the end, the story that is meant to be will unfold right before your eyes and be just as clear as a new moonrise.

A Short Story of a Hopeless Romantic.

Although, love appears all around, the reflection is always alone. In photographs of a past adventures, the solo smile appears with an unforgettable background and no company in sight. From early on, the struggle to communicate to those few crushes lead to great let downs. There were a lot of sleepless nights painting the self unworthy based on those rejections, but still there was hope then.

It wasn’t until taking on seven years with someone and experiencing the rise and fall of love, that the thought of one true love became unrealistic. Knowing that the heart was forever in a calm place of solitude brought healing after the end of that chapter. So what then?

Well, years have past since romance was even present in this waking life and still time passes on. There are moments where the wishes start to bring their intoxicating power over the present outlook, but really they are only a temporary phase. The truth is the hopeless romantic has been let down too much to even want to try again. It really isn’t sad if you think about it, the losses already happened and the same hope is still here from back then.