Incessant Ramblings

So for those of you that don't know I love listening to sermons from Joel Osteen. I would have never imagined myself as a tele-church parishioner but life has certainly gravitated me in that direction. One of my closest friends reminds me of the days when I was young where I traveled with a bible in toe, the Daily News, and the filthiest mouth that one could ever imagine. It was okay because in many ways this contradiction epitomized who I was--way too intelligent to read a tabloid, extremely curious about religion--especially coming to an understanding based on a personal relationship rather than having one forced on to me, and yet a tongue as sharp as a scorpion--Napoleon complex meets growing up in not the kindest neighborhoods.

That seems so foreign to me now, perhaps ten years later. Much more certain at life, three decades in the making, much certain of self, three decades in the making, with a BusinessWeek and bible still in toe and a Managing Global Economy text--still a contradiction of sorts...a lot of lessons learned and still eager to sip from life's Kool Aid.

I love stream of consciousness because I love to be unconfined living life as freely as I think, not unbound, but still free to be me.

Inspiration comes in strange bursts. I had no intentions of writing today, but a text message took me to a site of young artists eager to leave an impression on the world.

Passion Filleted

Waves meet the shore,
Like a distant relative,
Uncertain to the touch,
And ambivalent in its embrace.

Oh cruel joke,
Parted by tide.
Driven further away,
On a moonlit night.

Don’t forget me,
Carried away,
Slave to memory,
Passion filleted.