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The needs of all and shown in few Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone It needs no religion though many find that not true It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the […]


Home is not walls, nor roof, floor, nor a set of french doors. Home is a state of mind. It’s a place we go to become ourselves Home can be traveling the autobahn It can be playing video games alongside friends with laughter vibrating in the airwaves It’s finding a […]


The most honorable of traits are you The hardest to see fulfilled “Doing the right thing, even when no one is watching” It’s the monkey on the back, the devil angel on one’s shoulder What is right, that’s culturally subjective, right to one is wrong to another I know of […]

Goleta the Goodland

I can’t recall a time, before Goleta the Goodland It lingers in the veins, this destination of decency It’s flavor a recollection of pleasant ideas It’s sky a foggy memory to behold I’ve not come across another town like it It calls to the soul for a return To smell […]

Middle School

Feeling the electric lines and their sparkling chatter recalls a sense of self A reverting of time as memories of large hair, low jeans, and evolving form return Futures shaped by revolving choices, some regretted and others laughed away Friends made, true or not, in haymaker fashion of smiles and […]


What better day, than saturday What dawn arrives to announce itself so joyously What dusk lingers so long There are lesser days who try the same, Sunday with its jealous time Friday with its reminders But saturday holds my heart Though I dread its forthcoming nights


That ancient enemy The shiner of the tarnished, that anachronistic foe It arrives with pleasantries, but never leaves the same It tells you all the wonderful things that happened in your past, But when it departs, it leaves a bitterness unequaled in the world If squalor had a feeling, nostalgia […]

A Video Reflection

Age is not always a bright reflection of our experiences At times, it can be signs of ignorance, those still trapped in their original worlds, scared to expand, afraid to explore But there are those from which empathy is their sole creation They express their lives by improving the lives […]

A Poem for Cris and Mike

Like a feather falling in a storm, love has its own currents These currents have no mind, no choices, no set path We know not when we will be swept into the tempest Taken on an unexpected journey to a destination brighter than the last But when that feather settles […]