When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious
privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy,
to love.
– Marcus Aurelius
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Emerald rain falls on magical kisses.
The world is seen through purple lenses.
Redwood trees stretch their branches to the heavens.
Grey whales communicate lovingly;
Sunlight glistens on jumping dolphins.
Kodiak bears stand on their hind legs
Searching for the North Star;
The Earth spins on her axis,
And the fire inside her dances.
The Sun looks at Mercury and notices her jealousy;
Saturn shows off his ringlets
And taunts Earth’s gravity.
Earth responds quickly and teases Saturn
About his low density.
Pregnant mothers feel the kicking of their babies;
Persephone escapes the underworld
And promptly divorces Hades.
Dionysus stands unclothed in the company of many ladies.
Twilight lovers whisper to each other passionately;
Sensual dreamers awake suddenly in lament,
trying to recapture their fantasies. -
A beautiful moon.
The fall air is cool.
Music is therapy.
A picture of my mother
under lamp light.There is a peculiar stillness in darkness.
Creatures of the night move
mysteriously in the starlight.A bookmark protrudes in between
Pages 100 – 101
Frederick Douglas: Prophet of Freedom
by David W. Blight.Two windows half way opened;
The branches and leaves of fall trees
move gracefully in light breeze.The beauty of a clear sky
and twinkling stars overhead.Several books stacked up at the edge of a large table.
Fine point and ball point pens mixed in
with a few pencils and markers in a container.A stack of notebooks and writing pads.
Scented candles I’ve never used.
The humming of an air purifier.
A large cup of coffee with sweet condensed milk.
The comfort of a warm quilt.
A beautiful note written to me from someone
over twenty years ago on the back of a card
with a white dove and backdrop of floral colors,
that was recently rediscovered. -
Crushed burgundy rose petals mark the remnants of love scattered.
The blood of bruised roses stain flax linen sheets.
The scent of Chanel No. 5 lingers on a plush off white comforter;
A fuchsia colored silk robe graces the edge of the Canopy bed that is behind her.
She is adorned with an ankle bracelet,
And gold necklace furnished with a pendant bearing a picture of her mother.
Past her shoulders are wondrous falls of curled black water;
She smiles; a goddess looks into the mirror. -
Passionate whispers linger;
I taste you;
I feel you even in my slumber.
I am reborn in you with every touch anew;
With every intimate memory kept.
I revert to them often,
And I am yours. -
Wailing is heard in darkness behind heavy black curtains;
The sorrowful long for the light,
But the darkness constantly whispers—
Cradling in its womb like a perpetually pregnant mother.
An umbilical cord of despondency feeds its blind baby;
The child is gaunt and withered within four walls;
Its amniotic sac of agony is the purgatory of dark halls.
The melancholic stumble listlessly,
Holding on to wooden bannisters lest they fall.
The precious tears of the tormented are cried in unbridled lamentation;
The flesh is weary, but still sleep is not found.
In the hell of insomnia the afflicted are bound.
The dark mother tries to sooth her kicking child
With the singing of perfidious lullabies;
It is calculating and vicious in its lies.
There must be a delivery for the baby to survive.
Dark pupils must see the sunshine;
The mother’s milk must not be ingested—
It is the milk of unceasing agony and poison;
Her whispers of love and safety are not genuine.
She causes the once strong to fall to their knees and crawl.
The tears of her children are scattered between anguished calls;
Witness the final moments of her torment
On blood soaked sheets and blood spattered walls.
See the transfixed open eyes of those that long cried.
No reprieve was found; there was no sunshine.
There was no light to illuminate desolate nights;
Still, the darkness whispers, trying to sell her wares.
The light must be found lest they all disappear;
At 4 AM, in darkness, gaunt hands rub against walls feeling for stairs;
In front of unlit fireplaces, in worn chairs,
The despondent sit listlessly;
In darkness, they stare. -
In between life and death
With every breath
We find ourselves
At deeper depths.
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Victor,
You’ve survived death. You survived the treachery of so called family. You will rise up on the wings of the archangels and see your mother’s eyes again. You will not be deterred from, or neglected happiness for any reason, for anything, or for anyone. On the ship of life you are your own captain; the seas will not always be like glass or welcoming. You will face adversity; you will face hostility; You will be required to navigate treacherous waters and come out alive. No one is responsible for you, but you. No one will throw you a lifeline if you are drowning—you must adapt and swim. It is okay to forgive the abandonment of your father, but never be like him. Cowardice is not tolerated. It is courage that runs in your blood. Your mother looks down on you and kisses her son.
Be mindful that you are now a leader, and must lead in strength and righteous judgement. You are stronger than ever before and you will not falter. The events that happened in your childhood will not haunt you; intrusive thoughts will not bother you. People of the world are easily lead astray, so when they walk the broad road, you walk the other way. In matters of love: love with reckless abandon, giving all of yourself at the risk of being hurt or betrayed. A woman among women will see your true emotions and love you more for showing your vulnerability; it will not be considered a weakness.
Furthermore, be selective in your choosing, and diligent in your approach. Be a man among men and stand on your rectitude, even when it is not popular and the masses are against you. Do not let any particular emotion control you. You are a man of deep love and a critical thinker. You carry the banner for your aunt Julia, your mother Viveca, and your grandmother, Alvara. Everyday is a new day; be thankful for what you have and be considerate and respectful of others. Always render respect first, until the person proves themselves to be underserving of respect. Never give in. Never relent. If the world turns its back on you, always know there is at least one that will always love you, and she lives in you until you see her again.
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Oh, Redwood Tree, you are tall and mighty,
piercing the sky and reaching heavenly glory!The red hue of your beauty is legendary,
And the strength of your longevity is a mystery!Under your glorious canopy you shelter me!
You will be protected always, and happy—Redwood Tree. -
Incognito – Positivity
Released: 1993
