My whole adult life, I was always offered what is beautiful – But it never seemed to happen. And even in my writing, when I captured what is beautiful, it was never recognized. So, I carry beauty in my heart and in my depth, and although I can see it and feel it, it has become an entity of torment to me.
Honesty – the greatest form of truth – or at least it should be the most admired. Is truth reality or a perception of our surroundings? Truth – the absurd – the great paradox. We can metaphor the paradox as depth, but let’s use credibility to remain on our topic with honesty. The comfort of…
I want to connect with realness. Do I give myself away? That I am distant, desperate, anxious. Is there a lost uncertainty? To need something more than a vulnerability. Approach, reproach. When one exits the scene, he walks into shadows and dreams. The imagination calling on love to save the night. Do I recite my…
When I see the Statue of Liberty and read the beautiful poem, I say this with a tender heart. When one seeks asylum, they’re seeking appreciation. They’re seeking the mercy of their situation, unlike the person who is strictly seeking citizenship. For those seeking the humanity of their cause must also open their eyes to…
To remember loveTo remember such a beauty in your heartSo necessary to expressTo confessA yearning to shareIn darkness and inspirationA recognition of what is goodA warmness of feeling goodAnd in lost, a hope to findAn eternal recognition of spiritNever to forget its beauty
I know right-wing fascism is a clear and present danger to American democracy. But I would like to question left-wing fanaticism. Do you still believe in liberalism? Do you still believe in a fair, honest, sound leadership? Liberalism is fighting for human rights against oppressive cultures. When we do not vote to protect democracy, we…
Lost in loneliness. Desperate to escape. Desperate is no escape. Escape to be lost. Lost in loneliness. A relatable distance with moments of choice and the ability not to connect. The vulnerability. The lies. The phony game that fills me with disgust. Isolation can be quite comforting, while the shadows of loneliness are haunting. Not…