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Embracing Change: From Pain to Purpose
I did all the things that were expected of me while growing up—mostly. I ended up with my father’s parents at the age of five and spent the next few decades doing what young men typically do in American culture.
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What is the difference between imagination and illusion?
Illusion is the “perception of something objectively existing in such a way as to cause misinterpretation of its actual nature.” Illusion is a byproduct of imagination, and we must guard against its destructive tentacles. We make the best decisions in…
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The Spiraling Pheonix
Spiraling upward, the Pheonix can foreseethe struggles of you and me beyond life’s marqueeis a secret—don’t you agree? sacred myths hold the keyfollow the dance of the bee life is god’s potpourrinot a spending spree wake up and drink the…
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Writing is Dying
A small part of me dies at the end of each sentence. Every period constructs my personal burning ghat, each coma suffocates an ember of my existence. This perpetual death is also the story of my life and worth dying…
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The Valley of Weathered Hearts
I left myself at the shores of frustration. In search of my true salvation. Driven by the love of elation. Shadowed by my fear and consternation. No time left for mental masturbation. Full throttled vibration. Understated, unrated, undercooked maturation. Destiny…
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Pulsating Pensivity
broken raindrops of existence kindled by flames of eternity grasped by the throat of time dripping memories from my glass of wine bloodstained youth of– dreamless dreams running in circles of– meanless means twisting away on the cosmic vine
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Ode To Life
ode to emotion and desireblinded by my oceanic dream-like imagination reborn to myself, in myselfre-birthing my energetic ability to march, dance, and sing ode to standing up to a new way of living yes—an ode to myself to the lion’s…
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Truth’s Dance
i met this guy in Mexico years backand he had this huge tattoo on his armhe was powerfulInsightfullike a shaman i instantly felt he was my brothersoul-type-brotherand i asked him what veritas meant he said truthit hit me hardit struck…
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I Am
sun shaped silhouettes of silenceseduced sensitivitygently shaping my reality tears of broken dreamsshattered by a softness of unfathomable understandingimpregnated peace drips like honey from the fountainof my own courageto live in truth mysteriousmysticalmagical the bird song tells the complete story…
