Now/Then

“I would at times feel that learning to read had been a curse rather than a blessing. It had given me a view of my wretched condition, without the remedy. It opened my eyes to the horrible pit, but to no ladder upon which to get out. In moments of agony, I envied my fellow‚Äźslaves for their stupidity. I have often wished myself a beast. I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Anything, no matter what, to get rid of thinking! It was this everlasting thinking of my condition that tormented me. There was no getting rid of it. It was pressed upon me by every object within sight or hearing, animate or inanimate.”

-Mr. Frederick Douglass

…starting to echo some of his sentiments, as of late.

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You’ve Got That…….

Style is quite the thing, ain’t it? I mean, you get the chance to say what you want about yourself without saying a word; few other instances in life exist like this. Lately, life seems to be a gentle give-and-pull of whether or not I will actually accept this fact. To be noticed? To be covert? To not give the slightest care at all? It is all in the beauty of having options, I suppose. I look forward to talking more about this in future posts.

Where Do We Geaux Now?

If there’s anything that I’ve learned over the last year or so of blogging, it’s that it takes time to develop a quality web page. Of course, the quality that is being spoken of is due to be maddeningly subjective, so this is going strictly off of own my perspective. Nonetheless, there is always beauty to be found in emptiness. Embrace it. Ideas come sooner or later.

The Root

Son of beast,
or man’s best friend?
If I leave you to be judge,
will the story ever end?
Dear Adam,
savor an apple.
These woods are all too clear.
Dripping stone raindrops,
hearken winter’s slumbering ear.
Spring upon human’s feats,
until the grass greets a deer.
Man grips rotten nature,
thinks it has no chance.
Grizzly chuckles at this sight,
says, “well, that’s no romance.”

From AM to PM

It’s the price that you see,

You cannot get it out of me.

From the factionless freedoms,

Who are they to think I’m numb.

It’s everyday how we say,

I’m gonna do it my way.

Your undecided little choice,

Prosperity provides a voice.

It’s ok,

I’ll admit,

I can admire your wit.

Halloween!

My first Halloween on this blog! I am looking forward to many more, but this one is one to celebrate, especially considering the theme of this blog. I realize I could place any number of/type of picture(s) here to capture the mood, but I’ve come to learn that ultimate fright is best left to the imagination. Season’s Trick-or-Treatings everyone!

Washed My Sins Away

Although I never thought I’d actually even begin to contemplate this, I am starting to entertain the idea of starting another blog solely dedicated to theology. I a lot of people see this subject as a heated one, but it doesn’t have to be. Peace in the middle east? I’m still thinkin’……

Dear Diary,

Keeping some kind of journal can be very freeing, especially if there’s plenty on the mind. Within those pages exists a written-out copy of the world as you see it from inside your head. While other days may provide themselves to be more diary-worthy than others, you might not regret writing down your daily thoughts as you look back months….or even years from right now. Words act as both the coldest and the warmest embrace, all at once.