Allegory of the Cave

I’ve been thinking a lot of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave recently.
Imagine prisoners tide up side by side in darkness placed in front of a blank stone wall. The prisoners can turn their heads nor move so that they can’t see one another. Behind them there is a fire and the captors have people walking in front of the fire with puppets so that it casts a shadow upon the wall the prisoners stare at. Any sounds and talk, these prisoners believe come from the shadows in the wall. This is the reality they live in and they have no knowledge of people or the captors behind them.
One day they are set free and have to crawl through a narrow tunnel to an opening into the outer world. When first reaching the outside they see the light of the sun and it’s blaring and painful because they’ve only known darkness their whole life. It hurts their eyes and burn their skin, so they retreat back into the comfort of their darkness into the only reality they’ve known their whole life, not understanding it’s been an illusion.
However a few realize there is something more outside and decide to go back into the light. Over time their eyes adjust and the sun feels good. They realize in that moment that the shadows they thought were real were only replications of what is real under the sun while some stay in the darkness, those who go outside can finally live free.
What I believe is the reality can hurt when you live in the comfort of illusion for so long, but eventually the light of reality is the only way to live a life beautiful and free.

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The Red Road

I fell a hundred times

Face planting into concrete and mud,

Painted scars making lines of red like markers from my cuts

Dripping down to the ground.

Bruised but not broken,

I got up to rise in the path I chose,

Walking off the path most trampled on.

A hundred times trying to step away,

To run back to my spirit screaming “come back!,”

A hundred times returning to where I belong,

Cuz the voice of my heart

Shouts so loud my mind can’t hide

From the call to be free from the confines of the normal kind

Of a life which could have been more safe and sound,

But happiness only in step on a road less traveled.

A hundred times

Shaking doubt and tired pursuit,

To live the life I can’t deny,

Because I was born this way

To rise above what was taught to those in my time.

Awakened Darlings

Awakened Darlings

The two lovers

Conjoined harmoniously

Daring to step further across

The acrobats wire

Chiming songs

As if it’s strings of the lyre

Making melodies

With talk and laughter,

Reaching higher and higher

Then what mans abilities

Can conspire

To make with even his Imagination

On fire.

Their Soul on fire!

The earth shakes each time they touch

Not just with flesh,

But with the vibrations

Or soul love,






Attuned to the rhythms

of the two heart beats

of the awakened Darlings

High above the confines

Of the eyes of those hard wired

In normalcy

They cannot see the magic of the Darling Lovers.

Walk with Me

Let me hold you by the hand,

As we walk side by side

I’ll keep holding until the sweat drips down my palm.

Trying to keep up with your long strides,

BecAuse it just feels right

To have a partner by your side,

Walking down the street,

Going nowhere and everywhere.

Let me hold your hand as we walk side by side,

Because it gives me mind to walk until the sidewalk ends

To nowhere and everywhere.




I give my heart,

All of it,

To you,

But know if you take it all,

And give nothing in return,

I will become depleted,

And turn to dust.

Second Coming

In the midst of making love,

After Moans escaped wet lips and toes uncurled,

I wondered if Jesus came back to earth and fell in love.

I imagined he came back and fell so deeply in love that he chose to live in and die in this world for that love,

And so here we are without salvation or judgment,

Just sweaty and panting tangled together on the cold linoleum floor.

Excerpts from “Letters in the Dark” #5

It’s as if you walked out of the pages from my diary when I was twelve. It was my sacred diary with a castle on the cover and a cheap metallic painted lock with tiny key that held my deepest secrets. I had an untainted ideal of love and who my soulmate would be.

After years of convincing myself that man was a silly fantasy, here you stand.