The Rebel's Eye

I sit alone reviewing the pages of this post mortem  A report I no longer need I dream of ways to get blood flowing through my veins combat this boredom  I know you watch and hope I still bleed  I'm not alone And I'm not scared  And happy to report that no oneone cares What you say or think I did Your karma appears as the the color red I can't see clear shadows smoke wind and rain All I can do is watch the phantoms we become  You'll never have the pleasure of knowing I promise There's more to me than meets the eye No reason to remember wash away with the rain In the back of my mind I'm still aware  All I can do is watch the phantoms we become Oh oh I feel so free now but I wonder how Oh oh I let you watch me hunt me and take me down Oh oh I have no fragile heart of glass  Oh oh You have a place only in the past  I sit and marvel how I mastered autum But they called me out - a need for speed  I dream of ways to get blood flowing  through ...

New year’s resolution.  New year, new you.  Quitting, starting, more effort, stop chasing, discipline, commitment, success- The word resolution arrives in the English language from Latin origins meaning the process of reducing to simple form.  As the years went by the word took a more figurative meaning, and around the 19th century the word resolution was identified as an intention, specifically for the approaching new year.  Traditions for the new year date back further than I realized.  Some worthwhile mentions are the Romans who started associating January with resolutions.  For them January is ruled by Janus, a 2 faced God who represents beginnings and endings.  The Romans celebrated the season with small gifts to loved ones.  In the 1800’s knights would renew their chivalry vows in an end of the Christmas season celebration known as the Vow of the Peacock.  The phrase “new year resolution” can be found in an 1813 Boston newspaper, accord...

  Happy Father’s day all!  Father’s day is very important to me for 2 reasons.  One, my Dad is no longer with us and neither is my Grandpa.  Both were extremely important in my life and I am always looking for ways to honor them.  The second reason is the motivation for today’s post which is that Dad’s are not celebrated or appreciated appropriately compared to their female counterparts, and I want to address that.  In today’s thought journey, I will take you through what I believe the sacrifices and true responsibility of being a father is as well as some really great inputs from my friends, family and co-workers when I asked them directly about being a Dad or what they think being one will be like.   Parenting is tough.  That is the messaging anyway you slice it.  There are tales of sacrifice, sleep deprivation, being stronger than you ever realized you could be, and also softer with a sense of love that only comes with being responsib...

  We are taught to work hard so we can play hard.  We are sold the idea that the college educated people sporting suits, living behind white picket fences with new Suburbans in the driveway are the showcase piece of success in America.  We believe that the more money we make the happier we will be, and there is a desire instilled in us all from an early age to chase this dream, this status, this destination and all its material possessions at almost any cost.  We trade our hobbies, our free time, or worse, our health, happiness, precious relationships and our financial freedom in exchange for these status symbols.  A silent statement of accomplishment.  In this thought journey, I want to discuss a complex idea that is broken down into a simple question.  Which is the bigger flex?  The house, car and the look, or a modest life which opens the door to early retirement and the possession of ‘fuck you money’?  Is it the American dream or the Amer...

There is beauty in you far greater than the sea A fire that burns for you far redder than the brilliant maple tree You have kindness that suffocates my greatest demons and passion that ignites my weakest points Joy that illumates my soul as we set sail for a better place A place where no one has gone before, so rare and remote I can only find as I get lost stating into your face Let me in, let me far beyond the front door Let me into all the places where your heart has less light Let me show you I can lighten the load so we can travel through the night I know I said I wasn't sure but forever more I I'll be the one by your side without reasons without pride But now I'm sure of my worth I want to love you at your worst Possibility more vast than the sky For once I know that I only want you as mine Your voice sounds like a lullaby  Your touch that soothes and takes me high  higher than the tree tops  But what about the thunderstorm that's bound to darken some days Can you ...

  It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  There is magic, kindness, a lightness in the air, that signature Christmas feeling.  A feeling that we can so easily capture as kids but the older I get, the more I struggle to find the magic in the season.  Holding onto that feeling is a challenge.  One day you have it and the next day it is gone.  My suspicion is that most of us have trouble finding the magic in the season or having an interest in the season at all.  In this thought journey, I want to explore the reasons why I think the collective group of us can’t enjoy the most wonderful time of the year as we should.  Let’s explore. There are many classic Christmas tales that we look forward to every year.  The two I will focus on for the purpose of this discussion are the Scrooge, and the Grinch.  The Scrooge shows us that focusing on work, material and monetary gains and ultimately greed, do nothing but steal your joy, allow loneliness ...