The forbidden

Be frank but fair and I will respond teachably. I give up to you my duality. Every silver lining has a cloud. Why be arrogantly proud? Quite your self. Less loud. Then...one two three 1.SELL YOUR INADEQUACY  2.BECOME YOURSELF HONESTLY 3.BE PATIENT AND SEE You have to tolerate intolerance without being intolerant of tolerance. <there is no loophole where acceptance is approval> Acceptance is everything extending to the far reaches of the galaxy bringing stability everywhere it spreads . “I am without unacceptable inadequacy.” I can rest my head. No more dread. Undone deeds are dead. I give up to you the intersection of chaos and order. Open palms are forever warmed by daylights touch. A closed fist grasps only darkness. Confession expresses acceptance. It makes a record of history. No longer hidden within taxing liminality. The memory is seen even when encoded in mystery. It’s soothes me. Honesty Intimacy Exposure Vulnerability Each an act of...

Why the journey aboard? A second ascent to a continent where I was just present.  The first an attempt to explore a small extent of opportunities beyond my countries boundaries whose borders collide and divide within me. Five familiar faces as close as family living in comfortable hospitality without burdens of responsibility upon me. A great introduction in preparation for an elaborate production. The intent was to grieve, to leave behind bitter lies, loss and broken memories, primarily a host of voices within me...to find and restore my true identity—What existence and the world has meant to me. It’s has already been a success indeed, as I sat in a bunk contemplating things with a friendly sojourner like me. Has it become that every face I see is reflecting something in me? I burned a bridge, high on the ridge, I concluded a decades worth of grief that polluted my soul. I feel whole. Faith is gone. Her familiar face for which I long will never age. Trapped...

Berlin, where to begin, a modern palace, a man made palisade, every road a river, every avenue with a view, a canyon as grand as the land upon which it stands. Hand in hand with enemies, armies and allies, museums for spies, not a single tourist what a surprise, then you realize the lies, the wickedness and tyranny, the inhospitality with prejudicial subtlety, who don’t you see, a refugee, not a single unmistakable identity, between you and me, France will exceed their economy, just wait for the hate to gravitate, for the ennui and balanced diversity to betray a brewing unsettled antiequanimity surrounding the lack of equality. Racial intolerance has bubbled to the surface again, only this time it does begin with “I don’t mean to offend...but how far do our borders extend.” ...might I recommend we end an era of empires and cease in territorial defense without offense. There is a new tool, it’s cool.  It’s called unregulated rule. Don’t be cruel. Embrace the unusual. The only thing ...

She stood upon his shoulder a grand gesture of her unquestioned trust in him. A father of few words, a sojourner from a far land. He had a plan but she knew it not. His body would be dead and buried beginning to rot before the vows he bought were delivered in full. His voice within her soul still consoled and made her ever more bold. Resting upon this ice cold rock the frozen tundra awakening a slumbering soul, she found his gaze rest upon hers. It was unheard of for her heart to attach to any other, her reach was unique and grasp sleek. Never before had she found herself wanting of lovers or affection in the manner that was common of women her age. She was prone to other predilections, besides her selection was to refined and taste defined. She wished for fine detail, a slim appearance, unobtrusive, yet striking in its subtlety, an appeal that revealed an ability to take the time for loyalty. A committed soul that was brilliant and bold perhaps even an arm upon which to rest when old,...

When you live in the shadows of a dream, sometimes they become your waking memory. You are left wondering who you might have been had you left that all behind, to forgive yourself and move on, to move beyond past paradigms and forgotten crimes, to live your life alive, to thrive, never haunted by the past. ‘...as a child, mother and father couldn’t be bothered, what a tragedy within a broken family.’ I felt lonely and abandoned having no opportunity to seek a companion outside the family instead I enlisted the help of a peer, it was me, an inner child, devoid of memory, filled with fear, trembling at that age with a wicked rage ever ready with a perverse phrase on the tip of my tongue to assuage every burning bitter tear, if only they had bled from my eyes and wiped my conscience clear, but in there, the tiny hidden chasm, the cave inside my mind I was blind, abandoned and alone with no ability to atone for the faults and and failures of a flawed family, the thawed crimes of childhood ...