Untitled (November 22, 2008)

A new poem... finally releasing 4 to 5 months of bottled emotions.
It will remain untitled... 

so take it for what it is:

Untitled

Contemplating the trials and tribulations

Of my ephemeral situations

I ruminate over why those I fervidly enamored

Have precipitately fallen apart

Cognizant I could devote a lifetime

Deciphering the enigmas of my heart.

Nevertheless, I’ll always remain curious

Why are humans so in love with love?

When their zeal and obsession

For perfection

Forges a love purely spurious.

Seems we are only playing

Life’s never-ending game:

Love is the child and we are its toys

Love is aware of human desperation

To fill many emotional voids.

We envision our perfect “Forever”

An ideal lover

Who’s beautiful, funny and clever,

A genuine love that simply falls in place

Yet when love becomes tangible,

Impetuously, we cop out in haste.

We build walls higher than God’s blue skies

Because “perfect” is an augury of misfortune,

Or perhaps we allow our insecurities

To manipulate our minds.

Yes,

 Many are jaded by our previous “perfections.”

We fell asleep atop the clouds of heaven,

Only to wake up to the burning fires of hell

As our “Forever”

Slowly evolved into our never

And our days of mourning dwelled.

Undeniably deplorable is not the love we lost,

But rather the love we never attained,

The love full of much potential

Devastingly obliterated

Because “Perfection” drove our insecurities insane.

Consequently, we leave the other hurt, bruised

Their emotions damaged and abused,

As shamefully, human foibles perforce oust the other

Because they were “too good to be true.”

We then expiate our actions with a sophistry

So eloquently articulated,

We begin to believe it true,

Feeling exonerated

When truly, it is oneself who has been duped,

By guiles of insecurities too abstruse

For human comprehension.

Nonetheless, we persistently

And desperately pursue our quests for love,

Furthermore, accumulating deeper self resentment.

Swallowed by our egos,

Into a deeper abyss we fall

“Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.”

PhiloSo[Free]

Experience is the name we give to our Mistakes ★

Grad School Yay!

Studying for GRE's is presently preoccupying my time. I'm excited about applying to Grad School. I'm certainly glad I took a year off. I needed to do a lot of soul searching, secure stable employment (I was lucky to have attained a job in late June) and make sure that I was financially situated as a I adjusted to my transition back to home in NYC. I've realized I'm happy but not content. Something was missing from my life. At first I thought I needed a female companion as I was slowly falling out of love with one female and quickly thereafter getting over another. But as I grew satisfied with being by myself again and not attached to any other individuals, I slipped into bed one night and experienced insomnia as I ruminated over why I wasn't content. If anyone tells you God isn't listening to you.... they lied. I woke up to his answer which was right in front of my face all along, LITERALLY! Sitting on my dresser was an application for the Fall 2010 semester of NYU School of Global Affairs. Under the app was an invitation to the open house and coincidently, the open house was THAT NIGHT. God was not just giving me an answer.... He was smacking me the face with His answer. I miss classes and I miss learning more than anything. So yes, please take this message as an augury of my periodic absence in the future months. I need to STUDY!  

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Til next time
-Free =]

11+5+2+0+0+9= 27 = Yankees =]

Congratulations to my heart and soul the Yankees. New Yorkers have waited 9 long years for another World Series Win and finally The Yankees have successfully attained the desired tittled. After 6 games against the Philadelphia Phillies, theYankees prevailed. Both are great and hard working teams therefore success in this Series depended heavily upon each team consistently playing their best. Although the Phillies have a long line of heavy hitters, it's team members made siginificant errors throughout the series. At one point they left the 3rd base open for a double base steal by Johnny Damon.

Hats off to you Yanks =]

Photography Up and Coming: Mr. John Luke Hay

There is a lot I can say about Photographer and friend John Luke Hay.

Instead, I'll let his photos speak for his creditability.

JohnLukeHay.com