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Jose Marti was a revolutionary who was ahead of his time. He said: “The prideful villager thinks his hometown contains the whole world and as long as he can stay on as mayor or humiliate the rival who stole his… Continue Reading →
The best villain in the comic book world, to me, is Two Face. He was once a kind and heroic District Attorney, but after being doused with acid on half of his face, he turned into one of the most… Continue Reading →
The best definition of power I’ve ever come across is that power is a knowing and active participation in change. Many times, a person who ends up addicted to a substance really had no clue what he or she was… Continue Reading →
I hate goatheads. Especially when they prick me late at night when I get my cereal snack barefoot. But, even though they bug the crap out of me, they do remind me that God isn’t some wish-granting genie in a… Continue Reading →
for me pain don’t transfer a sense of life. nor a hint nor a whisper of a need for penance. to me, life’s hurts are little more than minor key variations on suffering’s simple melody… even a tortured man can… Continue Reading →
I stash myself in words and in borrowed thoughts. chunks of me cover blank pages that were once a redemptive smile on a broken man’s face. the corners of his mouth purse away my own tears his eyes are my… Continue Reading →
Days go by, drowned in memories – stories written in invisible ink. I want something cool to gravitate my way. Instead, I forget and get lost underneath the cross I carry. I don’t think it’s for me to carry… Continue Reading →
I’ve heard self-righteous sinners call depression a self-pity party. They congregate and pray and sing away their need to swim in gallons of jack Daniel’s: in words and in songs they congratulate themselves because in a blink of an eye… Continue Reading →
