Perhaps all resounding trademarks of philosophy, whether written or discoursed for colorized permanence, should start with the term 'perhaps' by some fabled fashion to constitute itself unabridged, taught absolute to mirror the immense vastness of this bewildering trait too illusive by the stretch of its extremities, too unstable to make use of its ( Read more... )

Subjectively, I could spend a lifetime living a life beyond its amplitude interpreting what a solitary work of art means, and devote hours upon hours reconditioning that principle with an ever-evolving state of mind. Then, upon the account my mortality surrenders itself and my gaze softens to a close, as eyelids bow down extracted from the heavens ( Read more... )

During these examinations of art I start to wonder, as I become unraveled, undisciplined by the experience, whether or not I am forcing meanings upon myself, characterizing the deepest pool of self immersed in truth. I perish from these distractions. To be convinced that the totality of meaning, mountainous with its notoriety to the expository ( Read more... )

It is strange to stare at art. One stares until all meaning is consumed, all shapes and triumphs swallowed up. One stares devouring figurative contemporaries with swift, encompassing prestige, abandons blazon in their youth ( Read more... )

Mother, today marks your first birthday since your passing. I will devote the day playing rich and vibrant music for you. Candles will be lit aflame by your aura. I miss you dearly. Te amo...

In the happenstance family reads this: Please illuminate the day with goodness poured like sweet nectar from the temple of the heart. I love you all so very ( Read more... )

Rest in peace, dear mother. You no longer need to suffer.

I love you.

From birth ( Read more... )

Propensity thus the allure
Should one look into mirrors
A myth within-ineffable eyes
The paradox has a home
A point in time
Circumspect yet to be
Referencing continuation
When chaos becomes
Not at large but focally routine
Under the code of moon
To outshine the sun
With the light it thieves.

"This is question, English is faulty. Thank computer to translate to help. SORRY!!!!!
"At often, the goat-time install a error is vomit.
"How many times like the wind, a pole, and a dragon?
"This insult to father's stones?
"Please apologize for your stupidity. There are a many thank you."

Day of the Dead, comprised of three total, ends today. I never celebrated it growing up, odd being half-Mexican, but I acknowledge and respect it. It is important to understand death alongside life, like effervescent shadows poured from the body flailing across these paths we take. Death entered my life at an early, developmental age. I can only ( Read more... )