Lost Alchemy

I want to roam freely

I wish to light a fire across planes

I can do it alone

I can be my own element

I can adapt

Be the fire to char my enemy

Be the air to create new paths

Be the water to cleanse my sorrow, my pain

Become the earth to build my legacy upon

But I will always yearn for the wild-hearted alchemist that I can call mine

The lonesome experimentalist

Complimenting his curiosities and ambitions with my own

Will wind ever coax the fire

Will water ever cut through earth

Or will I stand alone, unbothered?

Fidel Castro’s Legacy Is A Reminder of What Seems Lost on Today’s Liberal

 

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I’ve been witnessing a major split of reactions amongst the liberal-minded over the death of Fidel Castro.
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Fidel Castro embraces Nelson Mandela during the “Day of the Revolution” in Matanzas, Cuba 1991. (AP Photo)

On one side I’m seeing celebrations because to them a totalitarian* dictator has finally died (peacefully in his home at age 90), and their argument is that he was evil because many Cubans died, were exiled, and were denied basic freedoms under his regime. Other tamer arguments are that he was a poor leader because his economy fluctuated from ruin to stabilization.

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Self Portrait One

 

self-portrait-1I don’t like people looking me in the eye.

I taught myself to focus on people’s noses and to only regain eye contact on occasion. My conversations are never long.

But I look at myself in mirrors more than what someone may consider usual to save mental hard copies of how I am in that space in time. I wonder who I am and how I’m perceived and if I’d ever look at myself and understand the reflection that looked back at me with identical wonder. Could I ever crack the code. 

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