Falling in Love

Are you giving your heart to a stranger tonight?

 Are you hoping for love?

 Will you abandon your sensibilities recklessly and unabashedly?

Falling in love can be exciting and terrifying at the same time.

We long for love, but realize it comes with the possibility of a heartbreak.

It is much easier to put love aside, and just enjoy the company of another.

So we seek pleasure instead.

 Pleasure, like a magnet, is what draws you in.

Once the attraction is mutual, a desire for love and all its promises flood your senses.

Soon, you are rapidly tumbling down, losing yourself to the desire to be loved.

All the warning signs that were meant to protect your heart, go unheeded.

As alarms go crazy in your brain, and your heart begins its rapid dance,

a voice in the wind teasingly whispers to you “You’re in trouble now.”

You blush as the blood rushes to your head and your sweat glands go into overdrive.

Your environment is suddenly more beautiful than it has ever been before.

You can’t stop smiling and laughing, and even a cloudy day, can’t break this spell.

The risk of a broken heart, no longer concerns you.

Because, you tell yourself “This is true love”.



Music video featuring my son and his band Absolute Threshold, HORIZON.

I Hate – Hate

I try to be positive, I really do, but lately I find myself fighting the urge to hate.

This really bothers me because I want to spread a message of love, not hate.

It seems society is obsessed with anger and hate.

I wrestle with this because you see, what I hate, is hate.

I hate that people are harmed physically and psychologically by hate.

I hate that some people will hate you or me, because of the way we look, talk, our beliefs or where we come from.

I hate that people will turn their differences of opinion into a reason to hate one another.

I hate that innocent children are negatively influenced and often harmed by hateful comments and images in their daily life.

I hate the normalization and justification of hate in politics, the media and our culture.

I hate what hate represents, which is evil itself.

I dont want to hate, I would rather love and be loved.

So I will choose love.

I choose to love in the presence of hate.

I choose to love even when love seems impossible.

I will let our differences be reasons to love, and I will value you even when I dont feel valued.

I will smile when you insult me, for I know my worth.

Even as I write this I wonder if I can refrain from hate and anger.

The idea of spreading love is a great one, one that was started in biblical times, and yet here we are, still struggling with the concept.

I know it won’t be easy, but if I dont try then I am just another peddler of hate.

And I hate the idea of that.



The Daily Prompt – Escape Artist

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I am an escape artist

I escape from the chaos

To the silence of my mind

Where butterflies

And angels rule

I am free


The sorrows of world

Are far away

Sunshine blinds

And rainbows appear

Without the rain

I create


Colorful images

Fill  my brain

And then my canvas


I am the master

Of my own design

Armed with my brush

I am an escape artist



His Name is Jesus

You may have heard of him, his name is Jesus.  He was not born in a palace, more like a modest shelter surrounded by farm animals.  And yet, three kings were inspired to travel to his birth place in order to honor him.  But his birth also brought about great fear. King Herod was so threatened by his birth that he ordered the massacre of all male infants under the age of two.

As an obedient and loving child, he learned carpentry and worked with his father for several years. As a devoted son, and at the request of his mother he performed his first miracle. He was humble and loving to all he met. He did not judge others but accepted them with love and patience.  He taught them about God Our Father and encouraged them to do the same.  Often he was rejected and had to deal with those who were jealous and critical of him.  He experienced abuse, temptation, loss, and suffering, but maintained a loving presence.

The story of his life and death continues to be celebrated and revered today. He is a paragon of love.  If you would like to learn more about him, I highly recommend The Bible. He is also available through prayer and in the Sacament of the Eucharistic during Catholic Mass.

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Tears flowed freely from his eyes.  This was a first, as she had never seen him cry.  As blood gushed freely from the puncture wounds, she reached for him.  In shock, he was unable to breathe, everything seemed to be closing in on him.  What had just happened?  Unable to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, his limbs were frozen.  As he retraced what had led up to this moment, he was unable to remember exactly what they were fighting about.

Beautiful and strong, she had always brought out the best and the worst in him. As her breathing slowed, she softly whispered “I love you” and took her last breath.


Contemplating Life

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She wondered why she was starting to lose hope. Always optimistic and lively, her light had burned bright. What had happened? How could her whole attitude change?

She never ran from challenges, but rather sought them out. The need to prove herself seemed to be embedded in her soul, but now?  Lately she had lost interest in fighting the quicksand that threatened to swallow her up.

Her imagination conjured up a beautiful red heart, full at the top only to taper down into a sharp point. Was this also reflective of her life?  Frowning, she contemplated the thought and then, it happened.

The sound was deafening. Screams and shouts followed the blast as a fireball nearly licked her face. Through blurred vision she saw people lying on the ground. She knew what she had to do, without hesitation ran towards the fire.

Bitter Heart

You were so careful when you built the wall between us. You thought you were so smart. 

Somehow, you kept my attention by lying to me and throwing scraps my way. Just when I thought you were letting me in, you’d slam the door in my face. 

Frustration and anger have built up in me now and I’ve become so bitter. I don’t like this person that’s evolved and yet, I can’t live without her.

Look at me now, blaming you when you are only partially to blame. It’s been a world of hurts that created me, though I’ve tried to stay the same. 

The levee has broke around this heart of mine and only bitterness courses through.

Photo taken by me at Warner Brothers Studio.

A Blemish

Give me something to cover my shame

If only we could cover our mistakes as easily as we camouflage a blemish

A little dab of mending cream to the areas of our lives that have been tainted by our foolishness

If only all of our offenses were just simple blemishes, easily repaired

Unfortunately, there are times when we inflict so much pain that we might compare it to a hollow necrotic wound that festers and rots until the bone is visible

Unlike a simple blemish these injuries cut deep and leave lifelong scars

Healing may take years

So proceed with thoughtfulness, taking care not to maim or destroy others

Let the only impact you leave behind be one of grace and gratitude


The mind is an ocean

a vast enigmatic arena where thought and wisdom collide

Delve in too deep and you will drown in introspection

Be submerged by your own idiosyncrasies

and inadvertently discover virtuous minions flourishing, celebrating and persisting

Brave are those who seek discernment and clarity

For wisdom like a rare jewel

dazzles and entices those who seek it

Meticulously knowledge is pursued from the depths of the subconscious sea

to the infinite undiscovered universe.


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