There is little to believe in today’s world. And that is a big problem. To the faithless, there is no God—and if true, then Death has risen to be the ultimate Absolute. We know there is Death. This would mean there is an imbalance to life. We are born, we live, we die—that’s it. Death is the only certainty life decrees without equivocation. It is a boring simplification of life, but devoid of faith, and absolutism being a factor for achieving a higher plane, then Death is the ultimate and definitive Absolute.
Adrift: A Lonely Voyage and Dreams Are All You’ve Got
If only dreams were really a roadmap for the binary relationship that is the soul and consciousness to meet. I would like to think the confluence of this event is the moment we evolve into a better us. But finding a defining connection is like finding the mythical city of El Dorado. Although I am […]
Twisted
Poetry in Motion: Every once in a while I will publish a poem to frame my emotions into some perspective, in hopes of untwisting my twisted soul, and/or assert my human face. They may get dark, so I welcome comments that will help me understand my life within them. This is my attempt at the […]
Finis (The End)
I remembered that it all started with voices just before I lost any ability to discern them. What were they saying? Finis…finished, perhaps—I couldn’t tell. And, where did they go? After which followed darkness and an incomprehensive enlightenment. It was a place somewhat clear and cloudy; peaceful, then stormy. I was in this bubble of disbelief. […]
The Opposite Me
Poetry in Motion: Every once in a while I will publish a poem to frame my emotions into some perspective, in search of a beastly beauty in me, and/or assert my human face. They may get dark, so I welcome comments that will help me understand my life within them. This is my attempt at the […]
The Lantern
“Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster; and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you,” – Friedrich Nietzsche- Just having lost a battle with his demons, William—with only the moon and a fierce sea as witnesses—stared into an abyss. His head hung low, his toes no longer touching the […]
Ode to this Curs’d Verse
Poetry in Motion: Every once in a while I will publish a poem to frame my emotions into some perspective, give an ode to curs’d life, and/or assert my human face. They may get dark, but I do welcome comments that will help me understand my life within them. This is my attempt at the […]
Caught Between Regret and Salvation
A few mornings ago my little boy asked me, “Táto, are you afraid of anything?” Perplexed, although trying not to look as so, I scratched my head and did my best dad-is-weird-Charlie-Chaplin schtick—normally a daily routine saved for laughs with my little one. But this time, it was to buy time—to ponder the nuance of […]
Upon a Pending Death
Poetry in Motion: Every once in a while I will publish a poem to frame my emotions into some perspective and assert my human face. They may get dark, but I do welcome comments that will help me understand my life within them. This is my attempt at the poetic form Haibun. Upon a Pending […]
What’s Your Name?: Part Two
My nickname awaited. I expected fear and misery to accompany me on my first day of school–it comes with the territory. And I had no reason to expect any compromise on a nickname. That school was a place to learn seemed ludicrous and secondary at this point. It was a volatile atmosphere; too unruly and hectic to consider […]