A Goodnight

The candle is burning,
as my mind is turning,
deep in the darkness of night,

As it burns brighter,
the forest turns quieter,
silent in the darkness of night,

The stars twinkle softly,
orbiting so slowly,
shimmering in the darkness of night,

The moon pulls its cover,
as the clouds become it's lover,
sleeping till the twilight of night.

Be Careful

I am not,
the smartest egg,
in the carton,

but if you didn't notice,
we all taste the same,
when we crack.

Reality or Life

I had a conversation with a co-worker the other day about the following message:

Floating in the empty space of reality.

It sparked a discussion that lasted about an hour and a half we discovered a few things...

We first discussed what reality was, and i got stuck on the fact that reality can't exist were not here. His point of view was some realty is always present even if were here or not.

I tried to come up with some rules for reality to exist. This is what i came up with:
There has to be a world/place where people call home,
There has to be atoms/molecules following rules,
There has to be evolution both mentally and physically of the atoms,

But his point went to the sense of reality always existing whether there is anything present or not. In a way reality sounds like something is always in control of us if it always exists, like someone is analyzing our every move... We touched base on the religious implementations of the discussion but decided not to venture into that realm

We continued to bicker back and forth for a while, before i gradually realized his definition of reality was basically my definition of life.. So i had to define reality as the human definition of life and I brought up the point of virtual realities where we create a create all the rules and understand the system of life that is present.

To counter my way of thinking my co-worker went into art and described life as the black and white phase of life.. Reality as the shades of grey in between, and while they don't exist all the time, they do for short periods of time thus making reality exist for a little while until a problem has a proper resolution...

So in my conclusion if we did not exist then no one would be able to analyze reality and that's life. or is that reality? Is everything all black and white or also grey? Its a conversation i would of liked to have further but we had work to do, and that's just the reality of life.

Worthless Points

I ask You,
         Once Again,
Why are we Keeping Score?

For I live to see the day,
        When our money,
burns away,

          Just to keep us,
                 warm.

How Imagination and Life Co-Exist.

Like any other story,
A location must be picked,
A set of characters chosen,
And a plot to be decided.

However for a stories perception,
A period or periods of time,
In the author life,
Combine with imagination,
To turn a simple book,
Into a lively tale,

This is genuinely,
How we are able,
To describe visions of a different world,
coherently to ourselves,

Now from this single outlook,
we share it amongst our peers,
and if found worthy enough,
Printed,
and re-imagined over and over again,
In a completely different minds,

where the authors ideas,
are reflected into the lives,
Of the readers,

And the assignment,
Of defining characteristics,
Rivets across society,

Different Cities,
Become your Rome,
Your Paris,
Your New York,

Different Couples,
Become your Adam and Eve,
Your Romeo and Juliet,
Your Parents or Your Friends

Different Situations,
Become your Comedy’s or your tragedy’s.

The unimaginable becomes tangible enough,
For us to each comprehend,
Our own imagination,
In someone else’s perception.

Bliss

The saying,
Ignorance is bliss,
is beautiful,

because in this life,
nothing matters,
in the end.