Both our greatest pleasure

yet biggest weakness

As humans we are inclined

to be vulnerable to the warm intimate presence

Susceptible merely to those compelling enough

To vault into our deepest precincts

and cloak in our obscurity

Its engrossing as much as it is mysterious

A combination of both, really

The moment we allow ourselves to be absorbed into this spellbinding intrigue

We have made a compromise between ourselves

Our thoughts

Our emotions

Our beliefs

and placed it in the hands of another soul

Trusting enough

To leave our very rectitude hanging from a silver string off the edge

One that simply cannot be defined

As even the most noble humans, have told a white lie

and even the most distrusting hearts have been let down

But we need this silver string

because as its holding on to our humanity on one end

We’re connected to the other

Its reflection of two silhouettes harmonizing into one

reminds us of the beauty

in human connection

and the beautiful ability we possess

to trust

We need this trust

This connection

Its our life balance

Its what makes us human


Perfect imperfection

As humans, we are naturally programmed to be prone to failure Our flaws are ineluctable 

And our mistakes, they are inevitable. 

So how come we are put in a world that teaches us otherwise? 

We are inveigled to believe perfection is success, 

and fooled to view imperfection as nothing but nonfulfillment.

When truly, imperfection is the epitome of our surroundings 



An unembellished concept deserving much more contemplation than that which is given
As humans, we are taught to strive for more, taught to resist giving up. 
Our minds are mentally programmed to desire.
What we aren’t taught, however, is our limitation
Our sufficiency 
We are often found surpassing our own capability
And end up caught up in our very own momentum
Forgetting the fundamental value of what we obtain 
and slowly begin to diminish it.

Brainwashed society 

The complication in our society lies in the manner in which we perceive our situations,

Constantly overlooking greatness, 
obsessing over imperfection

We allow our disturbances to overpower our reputes 
We feed off tragedies
Drown in misconceptions 
We’ve grown into a constant cycle of living for something else,
Attempting to be something else
We entangle ourselves in the erroneous concept that eternal peace is unattainable.
Forced to believe conformity is the only method of living. 
We’re engrossed to disregard the significance of our individual worth
Imprudently falling into the inveigling trap,
As we hypocritically criticize it,
And string the affect onto its vulnerable members
We cynically judge society, 
But obliviously ignore the unbelievable control we obtain 
We neglect our power to change society,
And heedlessly allow it to slip right through the very midst of our fingertips


Steering wheel in direction

Passenger heedful
As the tires dominate the pavement and shepherd the travelers to their journeys end
I’ve always experienced some sort of admiration for long car rides
They are much more complex than they emerge
Bland people perceive them as mundane, eager to reach their upcoming destination
What doesn’t come to ones realization is the bulk of history they are itinerating by
The white SUV you drove by, they were conveying their kids to Disney for the first time,
a road trip that engraved their memories for a lifetime 
The young lovers holding hands as they drove by the exact same road you are on now, traveling together for the first time, convinced they were in love,
It’s been two years since they’ve last spoken.
The wrecked teenager running away from home, driving, driving, driving, with no destination.
The ill-stared 31 year old leaving work, on his way to meet his newborn child for the first time, when his car impelled off the shoulder of the road, 
that was the last they ever heard of him.
You drove by the roses and “Drive Safely” sign that superseded him
Hours proceed,
You’ve elapsed by thousands of homes, those of which obtain incalculable memories of their own
You have 5 minutes left,
The burned trees by the lake you’re driving by as you’re attaining your destination, once bloomed flowers that evoked the 80 year old widow of the ones her husband would bring home
She used to devote her lonesome time inhaling the aroma as she reminisced his presence 
2 minutes left,
And you’re putting your shoes back on, solaced that you ultimately ambit your end, 
You’ve migrated by countless eventualities you will never come across on, 
Not aware of the infinite aggregate of memories that will forever be succeeding yours.

It’s not true because they said so

Everyone grows up being told “because I said so” when questioning their elders. Why? Because their parents said so, and it elongates endless generations back. These are the people who generated society as it is today. People who deride from these standards are labeled as “crazy”, “insane”, and receive nothing but ignorance and blame. But those are the people who make the change that the world needs. Those are the people who deserve praise and recognition.