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roses stemmed too short.

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roses stemmed too short.

This is the first video recorded piece I’ve posted in YEARS!

I was truly and deeply moved by the recent events in Newtown, CT. I spent the week meditating on this incident and trying to understand within my own spirituality how our Creator could allow such things to occur.

At the end of the day, I had to find peace in remembering that all life is subject to a season. There is birth, life, death, and re-birth in accordance. We have no control, nor can we harness time to our bidding. Those physical bodies that are no longer among us housed young, innocent spirits. For reasons unknown, the Creator sought to reap their beauty from this life, in order to prepare for planting in another.

May their paths in this life lead us, like breadcrumbs, in the direction of justice and peace.

– dante.

breaking up.

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A break up can be a long, lonely road. Especially, if one of the parties involved disagrees with the reasoning for the break-up or wishes to struggle to continue to the relationship.

Add in distance, limited capabilities to communicate, and the tricks and treats of combat zones and leading a platoon; and well — you’ve got my situation exactly.

Let me be up front and honest right now:

- I was the one who initiated the break up.

- For the most part, I am also the reason the relationship began careening irreversibly into a wall of resentment.

I know, I know, I know what you are going to say. It takes two to tango, and this is true. However, in this particular instance, I can own up to committing three key relationship “no-gos.” I violated that old wisdom that mothers and fathers and friends have been trying to impart on me for over a decade. Until now, I just couldn’t understand the consequences of doing so.

For all intensive purposes, I shall refer to my relationship as “R4.” This is because this relationship is the fourth relationship in my adult life to last more than eight months. [READ MORE]

poetry: i missed you/good morning.

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It can be a Sunday afternoon
Sunny and blue outside
You can come knock on my door,
and peek through my window as if you don’t expect for me to be
Home.

Let’s say I’m washing dishes and singing
to my son seated in a high chair behind me
And let’s say my wife is sleeping in our bedroom
because she has to work that evening

I open the door to face you, and
we are both pleasantly surprised to see one another
After all these years
Of course, I invite you inside

We both have much to say, so I begin
By confessing that the years have done fine by you

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