Friday, October 4, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
What would I extol?
If failure was approached with grace and confidence
How would my priorities be ordered?
If failure was a practice rather than an uninvited test
Where would I find my footing?
If the process of failing involved identification, ownership, utility, and redemption
How would I live?
If failure was not disguised as an enemy, but rather accepted as a comrade
If failure was a prudent advisor
If failure was embraced as strength
It is I. Not identifying, owning, or utilizing failure
It is I. The nourisher of my own social coma
It is I. Fearful failure
Warnings are conditioned in my being.
Warnings I have engrained in my mind
Warnings I allow to thicken in my false self
If failure was a genuine and honest practice
If I detain from projecting this all on my external factors
Find the subterranean stream
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
I want to be, or dream to be
part of you, humanity.
You lead me to believe.
nothing is certain
it confirms you
perception mimics reality
philosophies from long ago
Not my soul
bad. good. one in the same.
home only exists in my hindsight
cannot coagulate thoughts. EVER.
Common to who?
fear and shame
My soul has escaped both.
an emotional rise
drive one into a state of separation from the subterranean stream
This murders the beauty
It gets bloody
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, November 21, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
"Esa violencia no es la de la espada,
la del odio.
Es la violencia del amor,
la de la fraternidad,
la que quiere convertir las armas
en hoces para el trabajo."
"This violence is not of the sword,
nor is it of hate.
It is the violence of love,
it is the love of brotherhood (community),
It's the love that wants to turn weapons
into sickles for work."