Beauty and Terror

I took one last look into your bedroom, my eyes filled with life, and turned away. The weakness of human design effortlessly revealed by nature, dissolving structure and breath in a matter of moments. Dogs barked in the alley and neighbors rushed to the scene as smoke settled among us. I remained still, unmoved – […]

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ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE

I feel overmatched. I sense I have no grasp of where you are. Somehow, and not slowly, I have lost the ability to read your eyes. A while back I watched you as you gazed out into the Atlantic ocean and I wanted to know what you were thinking. You had this look, the way […]

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COMPASSION

I have immense gratitude that hatred is not in my heart nor the voices of those close to me. I do not understand what it is like to hate with fury. Still, one cannot spark fear or hatred in me with violence – I have only sadness and compassion for such violence. Do not mistake […]

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They Are Everybody

I am alone, and they are everybody   I know I cannot help it Someone asks me what the cost is, I close my eyes, relax my hands and stop What change did you expect?   A search is on and you can’t get away from it. Ain’t that a six-inch stone in your wheel? […]

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H | 22 & 3

Sir, Great moments in one’s life happen when one has given up desire, settled for whatever outcome may pass. If one hopes to inspire he does not try to inspire, he just is. And that was you; you were just you. And within this transformation, you became an inspiration, a teacher, and most importantly an […]

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MY HEART

Originally posted on RB:
“There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe I don’t deserve to have the mother I do. I don’t mean that in a self-deprecating way; Rather I find my mother to be such a rarity that it doesn’t seem fair to…

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Native

Being rocked back and forth on the D train, I lay my head back and breathe. Images of fingers wet, soaked in water and blood, fingers snapping and slipping making inaudible sounds. This is my meditation; lands forged by rough hands and sweat. Cities built by no personality, no discernible political mind, just with these […]

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