Mirrors of My Mind

Sometimes I think I am the only one, until I hear a conversation I wasn’t included in voicing the same opinion. Karaoke car pool wasn’t the first to do the sing along thing. We all do it, more often than we realize while driving to work or traveling to a different destination down the freeway. If you look to your right or left determined by the lane you choose to drive, you will notice someone you don’t know listening to the same exact tune. Your lips are synced mouthing the same words to a song not more than two weeks ago, you didn’t like at all. Your choice of station doesn’t matter, I Heart Radio, Pandora your favorite local channel or some newfangled app you thought you set up uniquely. Which song is it this week? Which song are you trying to avoid but can’t get away from? It’s just like clockwork, every twenty to thirty minutes it sneaks into to your sound system. Every car with speakers louder than yours are blasting it. Each station you turn the dial to would make you believ...

G. P. (Greeting Potential) rediscovering the beauty of human interaction We live in a time where we Skype, Facetime, Go Live on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Periscope with people from countries we will never visit. We spend hours every day connecting via the internet with thousands of friends we will probably never meet. Maybe we are called Social Media Addicts for a reason. We prefer likes, follows, subscriptions and shares over face to face hello’s. It has become common place to tweet, chat, sending messages via (DM) direct message or Messenger with those we know without seeing them for weeks. We are slowly losing our ability to talk with those in our presence without having our eyes glued to the screens of our smart phones or I-pads. There is something uniquely human in connecting in person with people we know and those we just met. Especially if you are an artist or entrepreneur of any type. It is important we work on becoming more proficient in rebuilding our abil...

We Are Here It is possible to get comfortable in your writing and forget why you write or maybe find solace in your words and forget how to feel. There will be days we are unable to determine which is better or if both instances make us worse. Chaos reveals our vulnerability, can make us human even when we think this arting has made us immortal. Our mortality exposes its hands every day clawing at our emotions, leaking out of the pores of our skin. We are mere mortals but we are still here. I think I was eight years old, when my mother asked me the question all parents or parent ask each of us once in our lives. I can’t recall if my answer was my truth or what I thought she wanted to hear. Her question was “if all your friends ran and jumped off the cliff would you jump too? I replied no. My question to you is: do you remember your answer? It would seem we’ve arrived at the edge of the cliff. No matter how imaginary or proverbial the ledge is, we are standing inches from fallin...

We Are Here It is possible to get comfortable in your writing and forget why you write or maybe find solace in your words and forget how to feel. There will be days we are unable to determine which is better or if both instances make us worse. Chaos reveals our vulnerability, can make us human even when we think this arting has made us immortal. Our mortality exposes its hands every day clawing at our emotions, leaking out of the pores of our skin. We are mere mortals but we are still here. I think I was eight years old, when my mother asked me the question all parents or parent ask each of us once in our lives. I can’t recall if my answer was my truth or what I thought she wanted to hear. Her question was “if all your friends ran and jumped off the cliff would you jump too? I replied no. My question to you is: do you remember your answer? It would seem we’ve arrived at the edge of the cliff. No matter how imaginary or proverbial the ledge is, we are standing inches from fallin...

the water stood still the sand and shore waited the sun watched couldn’t comprehend how in an instant nothing mattered gravity, air not even a solar eclipse the earth slowed rotated slightly in reverse I tried to move, speak couldn’t shake this want I need you nothing mattered not even breathing if eyes were windows my body would be a glass house pupils failed to focus on anything but you my teeth glistened loudly I feared you broken my smile lips parted wide in anticipation wishing for a silent hello hoping to borrow a kiss nothing mattered not dreams, daffodils  or prayers I prayed for wisdom didn’t want you to see me covered in need necessity conquered my ability to hide the tide, the waves of want filling these outstretched arms it was impossible to comprehend why nothing mattered why the sand and shore waited why the oceans stood still how could the sun just watch me lose myself in you I prayed for knowledge to overcome searched for...

I read when researching the average cost for a slave although they were priced by age and gender in 1807 Sery a woman of 23 labeled the idiot was purchased for $105 not all of the information you look up will be worthy of repeating no matter the purpose or reason the information is required I wanted to know how much convert into present day dollars compute if some of us actually received enough coins of silver or did we sell ourselves short the fact is… after some of the freed slaves left this country - went back to Africa they began a new American tradition making the Africans they met – SLAVES it was the saddest fact I’ve ever learned I guess freedom will always come in pieces bent, shattered or broken how many pieces of freedom do we need to be free the audacity of faith not to let hope come first turning the other cheek too often will leave your faced bruised how much belief do we need in each other how many crosses must we bare before the debt is pa...