Mother used to sing to us in the mornings

It was her way to wake us up

Like a melodious bell, her singing

Removed us from those fairy lands

An angel of heaven came to me in my dream.

“Show me your hands,” he said

I showed him my hands.

“Your hands are clean,” he said

He started to fade away

“What about my heart?” I said

The first thing I learned was to speak

To pronounce the words coming out of my mouth correctly

It was taught to me; it didn't come from me

Then, I learned to name things

Everything has a name, I learned

It was taught to me. It didn't come from me

Are we an orphan species on Earth?

Some say there is no god; I might agree that there is no god, but upon a second thought, I say that a godless world can’t be possible. There must be a god somewhere to control our human appetites.

Some things, like memories, regrets, emotions, disappointments, physical issues, and many other things, we only know about their presence in our lives because pain signals their existence.

Have I grown up with your love?

I don't know

Has your love matured me?

I don't know

In your arms, I always feel like a child

Has your love made me an adult?

I don't think so

Why do we, human beings, divide ourselves into racial groups: White/Caucasians, Mongoloid/Asian, Semites, Negroid/Black, Native Americans, Other natives, Scandinavian, South Pacific Islanders, Caribbean, etc.?

So, I think it will be ideal to keep together, as a flock, and accept our differences. But this is the ideal, isn't it? And it might never be possible.

It's our human condition, regretfully.

Life within and among screens is our modern life. It's what we've become: screen watchers. Screens are now our mirror, but not only our mirror. Screens are everything. Screens are in front of our eyes and behind them. They motivate us to live or die. Screens are in our blood and bones, in our brains, of course, and over and under our skin.

They say that love is eternal.

It might be

But if you could buy love like any other item on the market

Would love have an expiration date

As if it were another perishable product?

When we are born, we are born fractured, with some missing parts. That's why we love. Love doesn't make us lovers. What life makes of us is selfish forager creatures seeking the food that will make us happier; food for our souls that will make us feel satisfied, complete. So, that's why we hunt for love, to find the scattered pieces of ourselves in the mirrors of others. We love to complete ourselves. It's our metamorphosis, however, not always with the beautiful results we see in nature, like with the butterflies.

One is a lover, the other a liar

Comes the Devil and sets the pyre

Oh, and why, why can’t it be

To love each other, ‘til the time is over

I'm talking about man, the conqueror, here.

His legs have taken man to open roads throughout the world.

In the beginning, they were small steps for a man, but later, much later, his steps became a great leap for humanity.

Life is a puzzle we compete with ourselves to complete. Piece by piece, second after second, we struggle to place the pieces together. The problem with this puzzle is that there are no rules to guide us and no picture to show us what the finished work should be.

My pronouns are:

H.E = High Expectations.

Isn’t it what we all have?

H.I.M. = Health-Intelligence-Money

Isn’t it what we all want to have?

What do your pronouns stand for?

We're born free, but we spend our lives becoming hoarders of useless thoughts. Well, please allow me to tell you that a brain full of negativity is like a stomach full of junk food: heavy, slow, and toxic.

I cultivate ignorance; however, it is a difficult task

To be ignorant in times of total communication 

The ignorant should be applauded, not punished 

Because it's so hard to strive to become nothing 

Posts on LinkedIn

Or in any Social Media, for that matter

Are like those posts you see by the side of the train tracks

While travelling at full speed in a fast train

You may see one or two, and they are gone,

Do you love me?

There!

You now know

Love is not in the answer.

Love is in the question.

Do not steal, says the 8th Biblical commandment. (Exodus 20:15)

Yet, with no moral models to follow, we have now entered an ethical void.

With the disappearance of moral role models, it doesn't matter what perverse means we engage in, just to get satisfaction or revenge.

Oh my darling, my dove

For love to be love

It must be undressed

Naked love is pure

Clothed, however

Love is not love