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What began as a private epedition writing a journal for my 3 children has now grown into a life all it's own. One of my central focuses in writing is to educate, equip, and enable others to arm themselves against unnecessary ignorance.

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Arts & Humanities > Ethics The importance of philosophy in everyday thinking and decision-making: 1 of 16
Throughout the history of mankind there have been powerful, and influential minds whose works have achieved immortality. Typically, these in-depth thinkers were not always viewed for their raw intelligence, instead were highly scrutinized for their ability to think outside the norm, thus their methodical minds often scared pe... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: What I have learned from being homeless: 1 of 15
~WHAT I HAVE LEARNED BEING HOMELESS~In reflection, the experience of having been homeless has taught me many of valuable lessons. I personally recall being angry at first, confused, displaced, and in fear for the well being of my wife and kids. As a husband, a father, and as a hard-working honest man who accepted the challeng... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Understanding: 4 of 43
~UNDERSTANDING~Many things behoove us,great mysteries, as are we.We seek the undisputed truth,attempting to perceive our very being.Much like with the truth,our understanding varies.There lies no limitations,it's infinite, and out of reach.For as much as you thought to know,someone out there has you beat.Knowledge is a buildi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The real me: 3 of 27
~NO BODY~Interpretations of spiritual revelations,beyond the illusion of time and realityI am the master of understanding,as my soul hungers for wisdomFreedom eludes me with open eyes,in a tranquil meditation... I take flightA mere spec of an infinate energy,prolifically in tune, with a tear in my eyeNutured by the solace of ... More..
Sciences > Psychology Understanding the evils and dangers of group-think: 1 of 9
Hypothetically, we can almost always derive at a probability or conclusion simply by studying the applied effort, action, and the reaction or result thereof. For as much as Newton's law of motion implies; when we force any type action, (be it physical, mental, or spiritual) we can often determine the measure of such efforts b... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values We are products of our environment: 9 of 80
Theoretically, we are all influenced or affected to one degree or another by our environment. This certainly doesn't mean we do not have the right to choose, or the intelligence to see beyond our current environment. It simply means more often than not, one's surroundings become their comfort zone, or a standard to measure on... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Chess: 2 of 16
~God's Pawn~If I must humble myself to succumb to being God's pawn in an unruly game of chess,So be it!Let my humility serve as both a weapon and a tool, in bringing it forthwith.For if so, should this war be taken to the king and queen's front door,then at least I know, I played my part in fighting for something pure.Because... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 86 of 656
Traveling the depths of my inept mind,breeching the strongholds to elude space, and time.Flying so high in the essence of this inner spirit,perplexed by reality, my own flesh, and the mortal sewn in it.Seeking council from a power too incomprehensible to conceive,my passion implodes my desires, to sooth this aching heart's ne... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rain: 35 of 252
Summer's daze, sweet tranquil bliss, Darkened clouds, advancing quick Energies build, as lightning breaks, Followed by, a thunderous quake Oh, the rain, a heavens birth, The palm frawns dance, As the blue birds chirp, Blessing nutrients... fall to earth Wind.... I relish, in its cooling breath, My clothes soon ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I believe...: 8 of 54
The clocks hands seem frozen and slow to move,as I drift off in the solace of a daydream, on a spring afternoon.Wandering through this existence with aptitude,recovering memories infused in me, and all I have been through.How amazing is the mind if it's ambiance is in tune?Capable of ingenious reflections to breech time by a ... More..