Enough with the Blanket Terminology!!!

There is a reason I will not engage my parents in conversation regarding economy or the government. I refuse to dialogue with -dare I say- obnoxious individuals who enjoy arguing politics for the sake of arguing politics. And I positively forbid myself from engaging in one-way-arguments dialogue regarding religion in the presence of religious fanatics.

Why?

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To Lead. To Follow.

All power is with you
The authority is yours to command.
“I” give you the scepter, the crown, the throne;
All await your dictation,
Your insurrection,
Your stain.

Our voices to attain the gathering,
The common thread that hangs us all;
The strangling, the purging, the return,
Drown in the trampled, bloodied throng.
Pink bubbles
Fanciful and engaging,
To reach out is to condone,
To condone is to promote,
To promote is to create a force so powerful
The end will not condone the beginning,
Nor the beginning the end.

Convert the answers to books of cipher,
The game begins with one and another;
When one arrives, and stomps to fight,
The battle takes two to ignite the strife,
Both parties are needed, each side is wanted,
Cannot have one, without the other.

All power is with you,
The authority is yours to command;
Extend your hand and accept the mantle,
Draw your sword and engage in the battle;
Take your places in the tourney’s match,
Charge again with lances sharp,
Perhaps this time the fatal blow
Will end this war.

And yet, with all the resources in your grasp,
You still fancy playacting and vague brutality;
Despite your experience, you are ever blinded,
Your ethos ensnares you each and every time;
Although the exposure has extended,
And both have faced the other,
The blunders that each carry,
Still cripple the strategy.
Once again this imperfect game
Returns and starts anew;
Still learning, progressing,
Perfecting.
Morality is irrelevant,
Mortality is expected;
One day two will rise
And only one will rule..

Follow me.
Follow death.

And yet…
…who is leading whom?

~Inspired by “The Following” – seasons 1:10 to season 2:7. Written in first-person and second-person oice./i>

Weddings: Contrasts and Contracts

It is interesting how contrast exists, even in weddings.

In some cultures, the tradition remains that the bride wears a white dress and the groom wears black. This striking imagery is impressive, but does this mean that marrying black to white results in gray? If black symbolizes dark, and white stands for purity, then does the father of the bride have the right to glare at their future son-in-laws for “tainting” their daughters?

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The Well of Isolation

Alone… is a word containing words inside of itself, like Russian nesting dolls.

~Alone, Lone. One. Ne. E.~

Interesting how even when letters are removed, the remainder only emphasizes the solitude.

Alone.

Alone is a tricky emotion. It is interesting, because the fact is, you could be in the most crowded of rooms and still feel alone. You could be… in the middle of a crowd, and still feel…empty. You could be at the side of a loved one, holding their hand, leaning on their shoulder, closing your eyes, sleepy, dreamy.

Still, I see you encased in icy shell.

Alone.

You might tell yourself that this time, it will be different. This time you will open up and be that person who connects, who makes the connection meaningful. This time, you will make a friend. This time you will have your significant other and you will tell them everything.

Except…

Telling them everything means you have nothing.

And then they leave.

And you are still alone.

Alone. Lone.

You are a lone wolf. You think you don’t need anyone anymore. You’re just fine, being all by yourself. In fact, who needs people, who needs friends? Who needs others? The only person you can rely on is yourself. Everyone else will betray you, disappoint you, stab you in the back, and kill you.

Alone is better, alone is survival.

Alone. Lone.

Being lone, means watch your own back. And know that, you will not sabotage yourself.

Alone, Lone. One.

You are one. Two splits down to one. And finally you realize that one is the strongest part of the bond. Because when other leaves, there is only one.

You.

You have to build yourself back up from the ruin and start all over. Again, and again and again, because one is all you are when everyone leaves.

One.

Alone. Lone. One. Ne.

Ne, who gives a crap? You don’t care anymore. In fact, you’ve been rocking it so long –all by yourself– you just feel nothing.

Ne. Meh, Korede [here].

Then, you drift. and everything is the same. Everything is consistently the same.

Ne. Outstretched hands, sliced away each and every time. What’s the point? Why even bother try? Hands implying control, implying some sort of meaning.

You cannot draw hands, nothing to hold when you have no control.

Ne. Relinquish it all.

Alone. Lone. One. Ne. E.

E.

The effort to form phrases is just too much. In fact, being the fifth letter of the alphabet means you don’t need the rest of the alphabet. You’re just fine right where you’re at. And you’ve convinced yourself, in some abstract corner of your mind, that this is what it’s all about. This is what happiness is. This is what life is meant to be.

E: A grunt. a formulation, a syllable. An afterthought. an end to the world tagged on at the very last moment, when you realize that you have nothing. Just you, your empty hands, in an empty room, on an empty block of an empty town nested within an empty city. And then an empty state, part of an empty country.

Lost in an empty world.

E. Ne. One. Lone. Alone.

It’s a fanciful regression. And the process ends.

In silence.

Feelings of: Betrayal –> Rage –> Acceptance –> Indifference –> Desensitization 

Emit Time

For the first time in his life, he felt nothing.

He saw the red tide swiftly advance through the white of the snow, staining the crystals a dark, rust that smelt faintly of iron and tasted of death. Pale clouds burst from his gasping lungs as his hand reached, for what he no longer knew. The harsh gray of the street blended into the steel gray of the sky, and the line separating them was of pulsing blue and red strobe lights as the sirens shrieked and the alarms rang.

His entourage would soon arrive.

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Compassion

I remember a warm day in Pennsylvania. The temperature had increased dramatically after the cold snap of winter finally cracked beneath the pressure of spring. The sun shone bright and bold, the birds frantically chattered their glee while aggressively staking their nesting and mating territory. Fluffy white clouds sailed through the sky like proud matrons, gliding down the windswept, celestial aisle. The sun played peak-a-boo through their crocheted skirts.

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…Only Human…

We admire superheros, but respect humans.

It is not the stories of perfection that garners respect of the masses and inspires another, it is the human qualities of imperfection, failure, and doubt that contrasts the success and adds depth to the story of one’s ascension. 

With stories like those derived from comics, manga, graphic novels, fiction, and reality, it was not the focus on perfection that made the story so arresting. It was the declaration of struggle, failure, rebirth, and redemption cycled over and over that truly draws the emotional empathy, and correlates that connection with the reader.

Because they are not so far away from “us”, the person/character feels real.

World, I salute you!

This space I created mainly as a way to start.

Start? Yes. After months (okay, years) of saying, “I will do a blog”, I finally girded my (figurative) kilt and began. I had put it off, day after day. But now, this year, this time: I’m starting now.

About? I anticipate that this blog will reflect the various styles of me. I am multifaceted individual, and recently, I have come to the realization that many of the thoughts I have can be shared in a “open” and “safe” environment. A droplet into the unknown, as I define the internet. I can dialogue at the vague “internet-verse” and develop “myself” and my writing style in a more committed and disciplined environment. Here, I will honestly, and directly, address topics of interest to me. They might be cohesively designed, or may veer off into mere rants on occasion, but this space I am committing sharing thoughts, philosophies, perspectives, lessons learned, and other random factors that I encounter in my mental process and musings.

In order to become a better writer, one must write. So I write.