To remember love
To remember such a beauty in your heart
So necessary to express
To confess
A yearning to share
In darkness and inspiration
A recognition of what is good
A warmness of feeling good
And in lost, a hope to find
An eternal recognition of spirit
Never to forget its beauty
How technology is making us shallow. The tech world has taken us from reasoning to changing algorithms. You don’t get to play with machines without becoming a machine. Robots don’t humanize themselves, we humanize them, the same way technology roboticides us. An unreasonable self-righteousness is the paradox between woke and right-wing fascism. When humanity speaks…
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…
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…
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…
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…