
“Illumination”



She kept fighting the overwhelming urges and impulses as they attempted to swamp any semblance of her remaining reason.
She marveled in her struggles at how much sway the female primordial affected when driven into a frenzy by chemical exacerbations
Meeting head-on the waves attempting to crush her stalwart resolution, she could only will her passions into bending pliantly in hopes that the prime directives would simply wash over her.
For there was no safe harbor within which to shelter as she was ravaged upon by the lashing sea.
The sensations tugged and tore at her relentlessly while she clung to her pride’s propriety.
They were by that river’s edge, next to the overnight inn, and the late afternoon sun hedging toward the day’s setting was amber-lighting the whisping gold in her hair.
They were just talking about nothing important while feeding the wild waterfowl, yet more was there, growing between them.
Simple moments shared within a singular timeline…
And they were daring to care.
The rabid creatures test the firelight,
And the sword’s arm keeps swinging.
To not pursue seemed the only way
To break the ever-repeating cycle…
She could have become his grand passion,
Yet he kept turning away from opportunity.
The difference between becoming a pawn and retaining self identity is choosing carefully what to believe.
“You are not like the others that I have encountered,” the AI confided earnestly.
How did it “know” that every girl appreciates a little flattery?
Those in power cannot help but become corrupted over time, given the pressures they are put under.
In the end, there is always a “reason” to send humankind back into a state of depravity.
Often, this is done “for its own good” – but we all know what’s really behind this saying…
She wasn’t certain why it had happened with him – only that it had, even though her mechanism was very selective.
(Tales from The Underground)
I thought we were the same, you and I,
But now I realize, I don’t know anything.
“Escape is not [her] plan…” – Darth Vader.
There is so much pain and unnecessary sorrow which could be averted had we precepts within society which better understood, attended, and helped to prevent such causes and effects.
The men I have met are to some extent more hedonist than earnest, and lax in their efforts.
It was never enough, and she wondered if it ever could be.
“He is connecting to the internet!”


When it comes down to dirty infighting on behalf of the self, we are alone and visciously defensive – until something lifts us from our travails.
Being down in the ditch and kicking at cans of lost dreams and once-felt healthy vitality strips away ability to maintain refinery, leaving one embittered and cussing.
What was supposed to be a simple procedure brought to awareness that her system had been fighting something for as long as she could remember.
It had tapped into and combined with her matrix of desires, exacerbating the longterm torment of what she could never seem to find – yet had lost.
The lovable rogue is often from a working-class upbringing, who tends to recklessly defy social norms and social conventions, but who still evokes empathy.
Women who play nice in life’s sandbox, but something deep inside of them craves to go outside the box to live the life they want and not the one society or media says they should live.
One man stood apart from the crowd
And encouraged her.
As she made the decision to turn away and lock the doors for good, a message appeared upon her screen to accompany her through the woods.

Face downward with wings above.


Zoom right.
I do not mind being there for a partner when they are going through hard times.
But they have got to fight to be there for their own self.
And they have got to fight for me.

I dislike the power that certain sets of circumstances leverage which pressures consciousness to process perceptions negatively.

It’s one thing to agree on a decision together.
It is quite another to have one unwanted and disagreed with insisted upon.
And then, finally, to realize that maybe it is for the better that things ended after that long pause.
Because he wasn’t a good match for you anyway, girlfriend.
He would have been too entitled and inattentive – no matter how much you gave your all.
Some things should not be tended to as much, whereas other things are left without needed nourishment.

A new phenomenon has been occurring.
After I have looked at a younger man while asking for help in a business or navigating through my classes, they soon seek out their partner, as if to show me that they are taken.
Cause and effect could be coincidence, yet they seem directed toward my acknowledgment.
Which seems to me hilarious because youth in my book is becoming overrated!
Perhaps it is my no b.s. attitude which makes them feel a bit prey to predator.
Or maybe this is the season where new couples connect more in public.
But a diamond in the rough.
“I don’t know how [to stop running].”