Introspection: Here at the end of things (25 May 2020)

Dear World:

You should have welcomed creativity over common, innovation over scale, critical thinking over revenue. You shouldn't have smothered the quiet thoughtful ones with your bombastic overblowing. You shouldn't have sacrificed brilliant minds and sensitive hearts for profit and compartmentalized anti-realities.

Now here, at the end of things, you are too many, those who could have saved us, too few.

You should have known better. You could have done better.

https://pixabay.com/photos/lost-places-rooms-abandoned-2096316/ by Michael Gaida

Introspection on 24 May 2020

People have no idea what a loss of freedom looks like if they think it's equal to needing to wear a medical mask in public. That's just ignorance. US history...world history...hell, today's headlines...are rife with true, lived examples of losses of freedom.

I wonder what the admittedly white and male founders of the US would think if they knew that 240+ years from now, people would think they were standing for freedom and justice by coughing and spitting on people and refusing to wear a 17.5 X 9.5 cm piece of cloth in public.

If you stand (16 May 2020)

If you stand for what's correct,
I'll always rally to your cause,
While others suffer bystander effect
With their bleary lil brains on pause.

Opinion: Don't say Love is Color Blind

My opinion:

Love *does* see color, love should see color, love sees color and loves even brighter, harder, deeper, and stronger. Because color is beautiful and color is a part of beautiful people.

So please don't say love is color blind or love sees no color.

That's not love.

Personal Introspection: 11 April 2020

You wake up one day and find you're lost
in a sea of obscurity.

But these are waters you now realize
You've always been treading.

Gain notoriety or toil in mediocrity
We're all statistics, either way.

Poem: Love and Desire: A Redux l 24 Nov 2019

No tempered steel
Pulled out of the heat
Can match this intensity
So sweet
Of poignant love
And lasting lust
These hours of longing
This desire to suffuse.

What more do you need...
I’m not one for flaunting.
And I’ve accomplished a sense
Of belonging
I have a confidence
In the strength of my knowing.

And love is not a word
Fully known by anyone:
Not poet, scientist
Activist or clergy.

You complain of abstract meaning?
What do you make of this:

I need you
I want you
Don’t try to own or overcome.
Simply gently join with me
For all eternity.

Personal introspection | Memory | Being an Individual (5 Oct 2019)

When I was a kid, I loved watching raindrops rolling down the car window. It looked like they were having a race, except they'd all win, joining the collective rain puddled at the bottom of the window pane.

Life is a lot like that. We start out as individual raindrops, slipping and sliding blithely along. Then race to blend in and before we know it, we're gone.

At some point, I started cheering for those raindrops who took a new course, who darted sideways instead of down.

Inevitably, they'd reach the edge of the window, gather their watery skirts about themselves and leap. Maybe they landed on another window or the pavement for a new adventure. Maybe they landed on a leaf and slid down to the ground to nourish life. Or maybe they landed on the edge of a flower petal and gathered all the power of the sun to help make a rainbow at the end of the storm.

There might be comfort in being with the crowd, but real satisfaction in choosing your own path.