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Marketing the American Dream

Since the beginning, the United States has been a great experiment in democracy, no? “All men are created equal”? Three branches, voice of the people voting their way to new heights. No questions. Just buy in! Now flip it. New technology, new screens; today, glass, yesterday, smoke. Marketing ploys. (we areContinue reading “Marketing the American Dream”

Haiku 5

Help us remember the meaning beyond the words; Now we will be free. June 26, 2016

Carry On

Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”

Forever Love

The final drop in the bucket, knowing it does not exist that all expands and contracts and realizes its impermanence simply by being free. … A free love– it is all I could ever wish for. .. My hands on your cheeks, tracing your smile and the etches of your mind that I once thoughtContinue reading “Forever Love”

The Story

It’s what we write every day and, whether we are fully aware of it or not, it’s the grandest story of all: The Story of My Life. From the news and social media, to conversations at work and on the street, stories make up the “stuff” of our lives. I truly believe that we are more thanContinue reading “The Story”

Something Real

Compliments of division my life story mingles in threads of Catholicism and the like and I must stop myself from pulling them loose. … Fighting anything will never result in absolution I do not want to dismantle the quilt; I just want to prove that it is nothing more than patchwork. … Positive energy canContinue reading “Something Real”

I Like…

I like people who are full-time open books, they don’t pick and choose what pages to fill I like forgiveness, for even a friend will have a flaw I like my freedom, for it is never too little too late I like late nights, but only when they lead to fulfilled mornings I wearContinue reading “I Like…”

Too

“You’re independent,” my crush told me, my date for the evening. “You’re a free spirit,” my friend told me, pushing up his glasses with a touch of a finger. I do not “love” either of them, but I did love the words they saw in me between my collar bones and within my eyes, notContinue reading “Too”

I Am

Sadness, pour yourself against my heart until the flood gates open– I am still me. Fear, hold yourself down on my family when the light seems empty– I will still be The girl with a dozen scars on one heart string alone, memories too full to count. I am the Buddha aboveContinue reading “I Am”

Attaching labels to any body part bigger than your heart just hurts too much. & What if my health is as simple as your golden pocket? & Threaded with loose ends but good intentions, waiting for some change to make its fold full again– & When perhaps it has been ready, all along, to beContinue reading “Freedom”