Falling down…

Running deeper than… Mere appearances, reflections. Your demeanor, presence, your aura is an eyesore. They have, fell, falling and are sliding further… I fear. That you need more than hands… To procure, secure and suture the wounds. You cry. But your muffled wails for attention, betray… The conflagration that is your lot. Your hauteur breedsContinue reading “Falling down…”

Heartfelt appreciation and thank you’s

There are a host of thoughts rushing through my mind at the time of this writing. Perhaps, I am writing as an acknowledgement of the apprehension I harbor at confronting the specter of doubt that periodically haunts me, but it would be foolhardy for me to ignore its presence. As I comb through a litanyContinue reading “Heartfelt appreciation and thank you’s”

Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.

I am a relic of a bygone era and the realization of this fact saddens me. I came from an time where corporal punishment featured creative uses of the belt, hands, broomsticks, shoes and the like in response to various acts of malfeasance. I don’t intend for this to be a treatise on how wellContinue reading “Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.”

A perfect love – An ode to parenting

The concept of the perfect parent in the mold of Donna Reed or the sage wisdom of Cliff Huxtable is a sad fallacy that many, if not all people who hold the title of parent can never hope to achieve. It has been a contention of mine over the years, especially in lieu of timeContinue reading “A perfect love – An ode to parenting”

I remember… When Hip-Hop music “had” a message

The late Dick Clark once said “that music is the soundtrack of our lives” and as I reflect on that prescient statement that he uttered I can’t help but to think about my soundtrack and how the music via the medium of Hip-Hop that blared through the speakers of my Sony Walkman in the lateContinue reading “I remember… When Hip-Hop music “had” a message”