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Friend is a term used very loosely today. In reality, few people in life who I call friends are anything more than acquaintances. They're certain things we can expect from a true friend however: Compassion, support, honesty to name a few.
Maybe even more important than all of these is respect. Respecting a friend's choices in life, especially when they aren't pleasing to you, can be a grievous task, pushing to emotional extremes. In some cases, a very hard lesson learned.
Still, my own heart being tested by someone I hold very dear, I've come to hold friendship in an even higher regard. Just what would you do (or not do) for a "friend" in light of their happiness? At what point is the line of trust crossed?
Maybe even more important than all of these is respect. Respecting a friend's choices in life, especially when they aren't pleasing to you, can be a grievous task, pushing to emotional extremes. In some cases, a very hard lesson learned.
Still, my own heart being tested by someone I hold very dear, I've come to hold friendship in an even higher regard. Just what would you do (or not do) for a "friend" in light of their happiness? At what point is the line of trust crossed?
16 CommentsDeath is a very sensitive issue to most people and, indeed, can be hard to understand at times. Even harder to understand for me is the concept of one human taking the life of another, especially when the victim is an innocent child.
This poem is about a 2 year old boy who was sexually and physically abused and ultimately murdered. There was never enough evidence to convict the accused father. The mother was never arrested but while she had the time and the money, never even bother to have a funeral for her child.
The child was ultimately buried by the state and donations were taken to place a headstone. I still get utterly sick with grief every time I think of the whole episode and the amount of preventable abuse that goes on today. This was not an easy poem to write and is not an easy poem to share. Anyone who's ever stood on the other side of abuse will understand, I'm sure.
This poem is about a 2 year old boy who was sexually and physically abused and ultimately murdered. There was never enough evidence to convict the accused father. The mother was never arrested but while she had the time and the money, never even bother to have a funeral for her child.
The child was ultimately buried by the state and donations were taken to place a headstone. I still get utterly sick with grief every time I think of the whole episode and the amount of preventable abuse that goes on today. This was not an easy poem to write and is not an easy poem to share. Anyone who's ever stood on the other side of abuse will understand, I'm sure.
20 CommentsHistory is rife with injustice, bias, and ignorance. But perhaps at no time in written memory has that been more true than in the early days of settling the New World. We've all heard tales of the Salem Witch Hunts, and while the dark phenomonen wasn't constrained to only America, it was certainly here that it reached its zenith.
This poem tells of one incident during that time of evil. An incident that probably never really happened. Probably.
This poem tells of one incident during that time of evil. An incident that probably never really happened. Probably.
7 CommentsFantasy epics date back to the time of Homer, and likely before. This poem tells a wonderful tale about a very magical book, a mythical figure brought to life by the modern magic of words and rhythm, and a difficult decision that has far-reaching effects.
And like any good story or poem (and this one is both), there's an underlying message you would do well to seek. The dramatic conclusion to this ode may not be as much a fantasy as some of us would like to think.
And like any good story or poem (and this one is both), there's an underlying message you would do well to seek. The dramatic conclusion to this ode may not be as much a fantasy as some of us would like to think.
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