She is our mother. She nurtures us like nature. She represents us, the poor, the lonely, the old, the ones who weren’t part of any major fold. She cares for our pain - the hand of comfort - the forever saint.
She is my mom. She was the only one there to care for my survival. She grew me up, worked the ungodly and raised me successfully. She gave me a story, my pen back then. She is the source of my words the power to this keyboard. She taught me the rights - the moral fights. She was strong -…
We are a society drugged. We are fed pills to remedy and cure every ill and imagination of nightmares. We are zombies living day to day - work the 8 to 5 to do what? We get the paycheck - some of us to feed a family - most of us just to feed ourselves. But add up the years, we do the usual, the boring constant, slowly adding .1 to 1 hoping it would be a million when its just not that exponential. We see instead just the season of changing colors, and another wrinkle is exposed. We want a pill -…
I’m going to make a change, for once in my life. It’s going to feel real good, going to make a difference, going to make it right. As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat, this wind is blowing my mind. I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat. Who am I, to be blind pretending not to see their needs? A summer’s disregard, a broken bottle top and a one man’s soul. They follow each other on the wind you know cause they got nowhere to go. That’s why I want you to know.
I’m…
The travel blitz is over. I have experienced so much worthy of a plot for the movies. I am getting the chance to just listen to the lyrics. Feel the fan as I blog in quiet. This is the time where I can summarize all the details to a select size. This is the time where I can find myself in between each readings. Each time I have wrote a line, I have read it over by nine. I wonder how much to divulge. Who are my audience? Will they judge and murder or will I ? … edit myself to complete suicide?…
The hard straight black line that separates two sides is usually more distinct in thoughts then in real life. The line represents truth, the line of desire. However, because the truth can be fuzzy and never that black - mostly always crossed and stumbled as a drunk tested for his blood alcohol content, he sees instead the soft gray curve. The gray curve is just reality. I had to walk that line a lot lately. This truth is the knowledge of learning a little more about myself, the aromas of…
I persisted through weeks of silence. I went for one last mission - I went for the story subject of movie endings; to plunge into the canyon wishing there was water instead of rocks. It was my birthday after all. The candles were lit. So I closed my eyes and took the flight.
I landed. He laid his lips on mine. My eyes were crying harder each time he did. He took my voice and I had neither words. He took my blood and I had neither love. I saw the dirt on the rocks. I felt the heat of the sun….
I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning, I sleep alone. Sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice. Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes. One minute I held the key. Next the walls were closed on me and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing. Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield. My missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason, I can’t…
Boys get discovered as winter melts. Flowers competing for the sun. Years go by and I’m still here waiting, withering where some snowman was. Mirror, mirror, where’s the crystal palace… I only can see myself - skating around the truth who I am. But I know … the ice is getting thin.
All the white horses are still in bed. I tell you that I’ll always want you near. You say that things change, my dear. Snow can wait. I forgot my mittens, wipe my nose, get my new boots on. I get a little warm…
Waking up, I see that everything is okay. The first time in my life and now it’s so great. Slowing down, I look around and I am so amazed. I think about the little things that make life great.
I wouldn’t change a thing about it. This is the best feeling.
This innocence is brilliant, I hope it will stay. This moment is perfect, please don’t go away. I need you now. And I’ll hold on to it, don’t you let it pass you by.
I found a place so safe, not a single tear. The first time in my life and…
I have always removed myself from the inanimate. Always taken the mile away step back perspective of everything. Objects usually lose its meaning and all I have left and care for are the memories. I do not have feelings for gifts and personal belongings. They are always nice and great. But when it comes down to the soul of it, I can live without it all. Everyone live life differently and gain their own perspectives because of different life events. I have formed mine because of such events and…
