• Lost is a sea of dreams
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    Adrift: A Lonely Voyage and Dreams Are All You’ve Got

    March 17, 2026 - By 

    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 inclined to agree with Research Professor of Psychology and Sociology at the University of California, Santa Cruz, G. William Domhoff that dreams most likely serve no real purpose, I still want to believe the thoughtful interpretation of dreams could at least lead to hope.  And,…

  • Death is the road most travelled.
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    Fragments of a Pessimist: The Spirituality of Death

    October 9, 2018 - By 

    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.

  • The twist and turns of an intemperate soul.
    Perspective - Poems

    Twisted

    April 24, 2018 - By 

    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 poetic form Pantoum. Twisted When in youth, life’s mercurial tone began to bind within me In an ironic temperament which I cruelly engrossed with vigor. She became disturbingly kindred—my Annabel Lee—oh can’t you see! It’s a twisted obsession that grew obstinately bigger. In an ironic…

  • The suspension of life.
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    Finis (The End)

    April 17, 2018 - By 

    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.  It seemed like a pit of despair—albeit engaging and convincing.  It was a dichotomy of terms meaning…what?—an end—finis. I laid there motionless—too confused and afraid to move.  I didn’t know if I could move, but I felt with every natural spasm my body suffered I…

  • Beauty...and me
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    The Opposite Me

    April 2, 2018 - By 

    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 poetic form Rondel. The Opposite Me Everything not me is beauty. As life loves and lauds implicit; Contrasting naught—love is licit. Yet, this Soul is all too broody.   From despair, to live so sooty: A match morose and complicit— Everything not me is beauty,…

  • Facing Your Demons in the Abyss
    Short Story

    The Lantern

    March 12, 2018 - By 

    “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 ground, William’s body stood spiritless at the edge of a precipice.  The salty mist was comforting, but the sound below imposing.  For tonight, an unforgettable but unavoidable event compelled him the courage to gaze into the cold eyes of the soul. William lived a sheltered life.…

  • Curse'd Ode
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    Ode to this Curs’d Verse

    March 5, 2018 - By 

    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 poetic form Chant. Ode to this Curs’d Verse Woe is me, an ode to this curs’d verse. As my soul again arrests my senses, I say: Woe is me, an ode to this curs’d verse. Troubled amid a tempestuous void, I sway; Woe is me,…

  • I regret...all the letters I should have sent.
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    Caught Between Regret and Salvation

    February 26, 2018 - By 

    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 such a delicate and unanticipated question.  It only took seconds before my mind went into overdrive.  Life was flashing before my eyes as I scurried through the years in search for a nugget of wisdom to impart to my inquisitive boy.  But, other than the…

  • The hands of time around our necks.
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    Upon a Pending Death

    February 19, 2018 - By 

    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 Death I awoke, startled by an intermittent bedside clock; its hands suspended in some idle spell.  A familiar time flashes, flagrant in full view, but, whether it is witchy, or that which is worthy—I do not know.  It is then I notice the damp silhouette…

  • Is your nickname on the list?
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    What’s Your Name?: Part Two

    February 13, 2018 - By 

    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 any good will.  It was a powder keg waiting to go off; I didn’t want to be the one to set it off.  It was onerous.  It was scary.  Isolating.  I didn’t mind the thought of lying low, but if I had to do it for an entire…