Life begins as the ending meets #poem

Life begins as the ending meets

Long forgotten stories of Earth’s bosom,

Clouds roll over abandoned streets


Burned sunlight refracts and the crust overheats

Gone beyond the last season, descendants of the issam

Life begins as the ending meets


Overhead atmospheric trap door to the planet’s oubliettes

Ghost gardens fill the sidewalks with forgotten alyssum

Clouds roll over abandoned streets

Extinct currency, forgotten in digital decomposed spreadsheets

Greed the downfall, possessions the blissom

Life begins as the ending meets

The planet resets the cosmic scales and ends those who mistreats

Too late humanity abandoned the acquisitiveness hymn

Clouds roll over abandoned streets  

Fires burn and oxygen depletes

Dreams abruptly stopped by cataclysm

Life begins as the ending meets

Clouds roll over abandoned streets.


#poerty #oblitusverba – Word of the day – extent

Can we believe we are enough?

“A flock of ravens, crows, small birds I couldn’t name, eagles and hawks my guides.”

The solar winds at my tail I flew like in a dream.

I could hear the drum calling.

My mind constructing Mythos as I flew through the stars.

The earth’s scars surrounding me.

The vastness of what lived beyond my insignificant spark engulfed me.

It was as if I had stepped foot for the time on Terra.

Sensing a vibration I looked up.

Planes and birds aloft.

How far we have come since the air became no longer for birds alone.


Have we finally broke through the veil of willful ignorance?


Will we now soar the starbelts?


Will we travel now that the stars have opened up to us?
Can we believe we are enough?



#oblitusverba – Word of the day – tinge

They say I look at the world through rose-colored glasses,

They say I look through kaleidoscope lenses.

The people look at each other through tinted gaze,

The people all seeing different things.

Our vision obscured by our experiences,

Our vision tinged by our past.

A child looks out filterless and free,

A child looks out and sees.

We are our own filters,

We are our own choices.


What do you see,

What do you see?

; – Thoughts About Suicide and Life – Part 4

“Not everything that is faced can be changed but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

Lucille Ball

Facing suicidal thoughts is hard. Leaving the thoughts alone is dangerous and based in self-deception. Ignoring them only leads to more pain. Setting the thoughts aside for a moment is a bad idea.  Some things are preventable. Some things are unavoidable. Some things have no silver lining. However, building the courage to face and persevere is key.

Looking in the mirror I see eyes that have faced many sad, painful and horrible things. I wish boring-peace-filled lives on people, but alas, without the darkness, there is no light. Looking in the mirror a voice in my head say’s, ‘I hate you.’

It is a conditioned response.

Recording the responses has been helpful for me to keep track of both the negative and the positive crap I throw at myself. Perspective can be built over time but without a journal there is only fuzzy memories to work with. That poses more challenges.

Pull out a sheet of paper and set a timer for 30 minutes. Write ‘Why?’ on the paper. Brainstorm as many ‘Why…’ questions as you can.  Set the list aside.

A few hours later look at it again.

Answer as many of the questions as you can.

If nothing comes, draw. Scratch the paper. Keep making marks. Keep asking ‘Why?’.

This is the first step in finding peace without intentionally ending up six feet under.

; – Thoughts About Suicide & Life – Part 3

I don’t believe that people should take their own lives without deep and thoughtful reflection over a considerable period of time.

– Wendy O. Williams

Fear, panic, anger, hate, desperation, exhaustion, grief, guilt, and joy are some of the reasons suicide crosses my mind. After long periods of contemplation, I can see the ups and downs of my thoughts. It isn’t that I want to die, it is more like I am exhausted.

Between the news, the gripping paralysis of memories and the pain of the past I have trouble living in the present. The future is a slim glimmer of light off in the distance of the long-long tunnel I’m in.  Setting aside the influences of everything outside of my head I must reflect and release the things in my mind that drive me into insanity.

When thoughts of cutting, walking in front of a moving vehicle, shooting up, drinking, or other self-destructive thoughts and habits arise I think back on the dead. Memories slowly infuse my mind. Sometimes this takes a lot longer than I would like, but eventually, the images of people arise.

I think back to the people who succeed in suicide. One drove into a lake, they found him two days later. One was found on the floor of their shower with slits from wrists to elbows. Another never woke from the bottle of pills next to the bed. The latest choose to OD and left a suicide note and will.

The somberness of the funerals is still gut wrenching. I wondered why they had given up. They seemed to have so much going for them. The aftermath of the deaths are as painful as the feelings that drive my desire to hurt myself or desire to kill myself.

If I’m in a terrible place I think back to the two people I know, who got closer to suicide than I did. Their time as inpatients – no guests allowed. I remember the pain the families experienced after my friends came home.  Then I consider the changes that followed.

His once close family fractured – his mother walked around on eggshells for months and his father wouldn’t look at him. Her parents took six weeks off from work and stayed at home with her.

His sister made an effort to be around more and his brother all but disappeared. Her siblings picked up the slack in the house and took her out to do things they knew made her happy.

He is a miserable lump behind a computer screen. She has healed enough to have a life beyond four walls.


We are our worse critics in life. We judge ourselves harshly, in ways that many will never see because we hide those internal voices. The inner calling each of us has is the passion we have. This monologue of self-deprivation often squashes our passions.

As creatives and humans, we have a duty to ourselves and the planet. That duty is ours to choose. When we judge the duty of others, we are looking in the mirror of reality and judging ourselves. A mentor of mine said that the best way to judge is not to judge others at all, the beautiful or ugly in others is irrelevant, but instead to look in the mirror and see ourselves.

When we have taken to negatively judging ourselves, we find that we fall into the spiralling hell of our own making. We have the ability to change our old patterns. By objectively looking at our self, as we are now and as we once were, we learn and forgive ourselves. In forgiving our personal faults, we can embrace the lessons.

The Judgement card is a sign for us to let go of the self-judgment. It is also telling us to stop worrying so much about what other people think about us. The card is telling us to take a deep breath, and make our choice.

Make a decision and know that the changes are inevitable. Using logic and strategy, we can overcome that which we fear within ourselves.

We are who we are. If we want to change, we will.

When we choose to look at the wisdom that we have within and find the silver lining of the self-criticism we can move forward.


What are you afraid to look at within you?
Where can you go if you embrace the lessons and judge yourself worthy?
Can you imagine the world where every soul is judged worthy of love, by loving themselves?

Grandmother Spider

Grandmother Spider an Old Crone she is,

with a universal Heartbeat

slowly she repel-l-s




her quiet booming voice says, “Hello.”

the Stars open their eyes wide,

the birds quiet

Frog speaks up.

It’s voice ringing in the air.

Everyone around grows quiet.

Dragonfly’s wings crackle in the air. Mother Bee buzzed in the air.

Brother Wind whispers to Sister Tree.

Brother Moss feels Sister Tree’s curiosity.

Sister Tree sighs.

Dog raises it’s head from Sister Tree’s base.

A child’s head tilts as a new question forms, “Who’s there?”

“Grandmother Spider.”




Frog drum –

What do dragonfly’s sound like?

What do bee’s sound like?

How Plants & Documentary

We are unknown to ourselves

“We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge – and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves – how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also”; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Genealogy of Morals

Social stratification #sociology #education #socialstudies


Social stratification – The creation of layers (strata) of a population who possess unequal shares of scarce desirables, the most important of which are income, wealth, power, and prestige.
Social class – a segment of the  population whose members hold a relatively similar share of scarce desirables and who share values, norms and identifiable lifestyles.

Bourgeoisie – those who own capital (the means of production) would be the rulers.

Proletariat – those who work for wages, the would be ruled

Capitalist society as seen by Marx – eventual reduction of classes until only two classes are left. The capitalist class will own everything and the working class will have nothing to sell but their time. All of society is conditioned by the economy, and all institutions are used to the bourgeoisie advantage, from law to education to the government.