Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Conversation
Sometimes I find myself lost in conversation as though anyone actually cares what I have to say. It is quite ridiculous, I know. Yet, the words just move from brain to lips and fly into the air for no reason other than to dissipate like diluted poison in a room full of clutter.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Travel
Let us never forget that we are all born from the deep-rooted desire for travel. Never let us condemn those who follow their instinct for discovery and exploration. Never let us destroy the spirit of those who embrace the act of putting one foot in front of the other.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Art
It could be argued that the arts are an essential component to our humanity; therefore, removing the arts from our schools is an act of dehumanizing our children and ultimately anesthetize mg our society. If we view it this way, then we must ask ourselves who is systematically doing this, and to what end. The next step is to recognize and remove those people from positions of power, and replace them with individuals who care more about cultivating humanity than destroying the world for monetary profit.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Suicide note 5
I think I can say with confidence that I am not a good father or husband. I am a disappointment. My wife stays by my side because she took a vow, and my kids stay by my side because they do not know any better. They would all be better without me. Then I would stop holding them back.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
The riotous mass
The Riotous Mass
The riotous mass of bone
The riotous mass of bone
And hair
And flesh concealed behind masks
Collectively heave-ho the indescribable
The unmentionable
Agony of memory near
And far
Into the air
But that twisted face of barbarism
Does nothing more than allow itself
To be flung into the air
And hang ever so patiently
Quietly
Like fresh bedsheets on the line
During a spring afternoon
Until it is taken down and passed to
Another generation
To be draped under the weight
Yet again.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Suicide Note 4
I am sorry that I couldn't be the father you wanted for your children. I am sorry that I was so ridiculous whenever I took them to softball practice, to baseball practice, to soccer practice, to their games, to the doctor, and to therapy. I apologize from the bottom of my heart for ever taking our precious little angels to school, and heaven forbid, I actually picked them up and did homework with them. I am sure I must have completely destroyed every ounce happiness each time I went outside to play basketball or catch. It must have been terrible of me to sit through a church basketball league when I clearly almost vomited each time I walked into that unholiest of buildings, and alas, I was constantly struck by lightening for being such a non-believer. And in front of the kids nonetheless.
So again, I offer my sincerest apologies, but that will no longer be of any consequence to you or the children, as I will be gone. I did finish the laundry, but won't be able to make dinner tonight. There are left-overs in the refrigerator.
Love,
M
So again, I offer my sincerest apologies, but that will no longer be of any consequence to you or the children, as I will be gone. I did finish the laundry, but won't be able to make dinner tonight. There are left-overs in the refrigerator.
Love,
M
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Suicide Note 3
I am sorry that I couldn't be enough for you. I said that we would be together until the end, and I kept that promise, but that was an unfair promise for you to have to keep. Now you can be free of burden I presented in your life. You truly deserve someone much better than me. I hope the kids aren't too much for you to handle. Just tell them that daddy went for a walk. I am at the bottom of the canyon on the other side of the ridge so neither you nor the kids have to see what I have become.
Love,
M
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