Candice Ruibal's Blog

View from 1407

2011-09-02T15:19:00.000-07:00

A kaleidoscope of 90 degree angles
Give way to pattern of two four two one two
Outstretched limbs cover the soiled spread
As ESPN relentlessly plays on
Below fingers pound plastic coated strokes with fervor
Desperate to keep pace in the human promise of sacrifice
A silhouette in terry cloth garments emerges
Drenched in the day’s end and towel wet strands
CNN boasts market finishes and recent casualties
A light fades to dim
One soul turns corners of covers
On street level the sounds reverb and clamor with shrieks and laughter
Black mirrors merge into the backdrop of the city sky
Reflecting the eager energy to be something
A red light placed in the sill to the left
Perhaps unintentional but one has to speculate
The skeletons that pretend to be ghosts between four walls
Porn blasts across from across the alley
Drawn drapes don’t disguise addiction
Five four two
An aluminum can of wasted promise and regret in hand
Embers burn and fall to the ground
A smoker’s perch of many obscurities to observe

2011-09-01T20:45:00.000-07:00

Ice smacks and greets the 4 corners which contains it's frozen particles
The pipes play like a trumpeted chamber releasing the bubbles of air
To push through tiny spaces
Oscillating fans hum and quietly blanket the concrete space between entry and light
A petite but intentionally and cheerful placed bell above chimes in, resonating in playful fodder
From the hollowed Space, the pipes again compliment in certain delight
Just as soft breath turns to a somber rest of subconscious
I can feel him slip off to another place
Where the mind entices and knows no barriers or walls beyond decay
He is alive and at peace as he leaves the incased contents of life
I find myself mimicking his breath meditating on the flesh that charges mine so rapidly to accelerated temperatures
Atoms explode and energy moves
Chime goes the bell, reminder of the quiet but rejoicing earthful song
The night is as much alive as the day
Bark for bark, dogs make final agreements in the distance
He turns into me, our lips only inches, hands rest upon breasts
I watch him in the shadows as swayful blinds kiss his skin with moonlit struck glimpses
A lion in the city
Strong jaw, plush pillows of mouth
He is marked with difference
His hamster wheel finally rests as the night strikes on in symphony
Intoxicated in the moment, my body and mind at constant volley of precedence, the subconscious triumphs and I join him in perfect rest
The dance continues to take place, subliminally aware of the shared space
Toss and turn in a perfect waltz
Falling into curves and draped hips and thighs, taking cat like shapes
Until the morning brings new promise of yet another wonderful opportunity to plant a seed of promise for those who thirst life
Every experience with him takes roots of self refection and bouncing mimicking hands presenting the gift to factory joy for the who can't live beyond cracks, ticking hands, to do lists and motionless time travel
I'm thankful for the release, the amazing connect, and the ability to spread my wings again, knowing the moment was flawless and different as each one has been before.

Ouroboros

2011-08-02T15:15:00.000-07:00

Rivers and streams
Like the nature
Love flows from a high point of intrigue
To the end of a lover
Emptying salt onto the earth
But not before shaping the surface
Leaving permanent perfect placement
Of what is, was and is to come again
Making paths for new journeys
The richest deposits in the delta of our experience
Spontaneous occurrence
Seductive skin
Parabolas of life and light
Flicker in black and white
From elevated locations
The pursuit flows downward
To extinguish and evaporate like the wind
That carried you in.

Shadows and Light

2011-08-02T15:13:00.000-07:00

Light and form marry time and place, in that narrow gap and space, two souls can learn to collide and exist in a moment that is transformed into pressing pause on the tormenting with craft of heart’s blunder in past and subduing the uncertainty of the fragility that could be at the root to fingertip crush of love. The cold clings against creviced folds of skin like steel shadows in darkly lit places of wretched souls where no light can sway the staffs of masks from their own ill stained hands. Aware of the moment, sharp and heavy on the tongue with every pension of its fleeting air as moves over and leaks from the feet of luke warm water down the drain, slipping away to be buried beneath the earth, carried and dropped in some desolate place, sojourned out like the salt on the shores of rocks. Set afire with colors of amber and flaming golds, the galleys drop and leave open voids of space where once brilliant cambers met in great explosion, outstretching limbs before each of them. The bridge is set fire to where we have been, smoldering smokes begins to clear as the sun begins to rise again.

Accord of Proxy

2011-04-24T14:01:00.000-07:00

Habits, habits, habits
We all have them, habits
Nasty habits, hidden secrets
Motorcycle skeletons running rampid with bandits of volition
Nasty habits
Biting of nails, gnashing of teeth, serpent tongues and black cheek
Slothful habits
Ridiculed, imprisoned habits
Cowardly ways, habits
Addictions
Addictions, addictions, addictions
Addicted to habits
Cocaine, booze, hookers, lust, prison sex, green ash blown to dust
Wealthy armor, porcelain skin, fluid curves, glass on ice, beauty queen fleeting youth
Flickering channels run the gamut of absent consciousness, addiction
12 steps to freedom
Addiction to recovery
Placing formidable and socially accepted forms of addiction
Pretty pink tethered bows riddled on silver laden boxes
Opening the passage to the new friend of addiction
Obsession, obsession, obsession
Obsession
Addiction, addiction, addiction
Love. Obsession. Addiction. Habit.
Habits fashioned of pattern of comforting behavior
Addiction, an ally of the disheveled crutch to the breath of growth
A bandaged stitch to less likely desire of foes to change
Obsession, ruminating torture of man’s mind over habits and addiction
Self acceptance
Deceitful mirror reflecting awareness
The words are no more responsible than the weight and impact in which we so choose to assign
Love.
Love affair, lover, loved, lovely, lovelier, liar, habit
Addiction, addiction, addiction
Addict of affair, allure, love, addiction
Compulsivity, trauma, habit
Cyclical, obsession, new form and pose, love
Addiction, prescription of innumerable numbers
Obsession, only to find the reciprocal answers we seek in ourselves
Habit, dually noted
Self revelations
Addiction, addiction, addiction.

Case of the Epochal Addict

2011-04-24T13:49:00.000-07:00

The phone is quiet, the disconnect has occurred
Only noise clamors in my mind, scouring thoughts wondering where the answer lies
Soaked and rung out hearts on the line
Foolishness plays and taunts the mind
Trying to make strangers into friends
By becoming temporary lovers between sheets
Leaves the wheels to play tormenting tricks
Once infatuated concepts of found counterpoints
Take on new definition of clouded reality
My heart is with the longing of moments yet to be held
Only hours and hands left to collect the time

Pursuit of Intrigue

2011-04-02T13:49:00.000-07:00

Colorful places with dreary faces
Walk and talk, worry and resurrection
Looking for refuge in masculine form
Labyrinth of walls and weaving doors
Lofty ambitions transform between sheets
Streams flow and run backwards
To wells that run dry
Loaded smiles, iridescent eyes
Navigation of unforeseen terrain
Midnight man with you comes the dawn of new day
Marked with careless precision
Behind masks of disappointment you hide
Abatement you take and make your own
The isochronisms of consuetude take new form
In distraction numbered by two
In part succumbs to the breath of life cycled to make anew.

The Monet

2011-04-02T13:48:00.000-07:00

Bustled adulation stitched and harnessed with lofty precision
Corporeality seemingly rippling of progressing shades of specter
A paroxysm of incessant wonder
Preoccupations of chemical to organically shifted construction
Spectators observe movement, a grandiose sense of awareness
Languid spring warmth electric on skin
Fragrant winds break into childlike smiles
Splintering splendor highlighted by perfectly etched hedges
Creating verisimilitude and playful volley of adventure
Supernatural beauty, set forth in motion
Leave the light on, pull the plug on false footholds
Perfect pictures unveil finite portraits of culminating fibers
Giving way to the pinnacle of revelations behind names and fate of time

Alexthymia

2011-03-24T10:01:00.001-07:00

Flesh covered
Honey, almond and chestnut curves
Soft lips chase the rush
Tracing the lines
Only shadows fill the creviced space
Between hips and thighs
Perfect silhouettes in moonlight
Simple truths exposing forms
Even if only for the night
Slow burning to climatic release
The word that falls away from itself
Wrapped up in restless desires
That awakens souls and stirs hearts
A dusk that steals the dawn
Two hearts on a humbled path
Find belonging in arms of true embrace
Few words exchanged with folly
Only lips crashing and parting
Waves of new found infatuation
Tall shade from scorching sun
Cast necessary shade
Beacon of light to ships lost at sea
The fulcrum of life they sway
The very axis that spun threads
Never to be forgotten

The Dichotomy of Two

2010-11-09T19:50:00.000-08:00

Loving one and holding another
What was it about the heart you
Were unable to bear
Living with wounds that run deep
In a revelation you have
No need for another
Cut off at the knees
Forever broken heart, pieces inside
Holding tight to false pretense
Of his false promises
Confessions in the dark take place
Of sweet pillow talk moments of surrender
Putting greatest fear in motion
Set aflame with burning disappointments
What was once thought to be a God given angel
To rectify all the men who could not reconcile the shortcomings of selfish entitlement
Today, a crossroads intercedes
Revealing that those were only childish and foolish dreams
Foolish hearts and deceiving minds
Desires to rewind paths to have never crossed that dark and slow moving turn that night
How do lovers hold hands of several
Kiss the lips of two
Whisper words of many
To share your life and body with her
Reveals your heart belongs only to transient ambition of selfish desires
Strumming at the chords of tattered heart strings
Sad songs of crushed tomorrows
A castle built in the sand
Washed away with the tides that could not be overcome
Sinking slowly to the high waters
Constructed words of no secrets, no lies
Fears of falling short
Became reality in a quick instance
Begging for forgiveness from a heart reluctant to give
Drink away the memories
Wash away the sin
When will the silence come
From all the noise and chaos within
When will the images stop tormenting me in these places of despair
Waking up alone is better than waking up in arms that hold another in unfriendly places
The cave is deep now with no light shining through
Bestowed by the lover that sleeps with another
Overturned leaves fall for the season's changing in place
Yet the sun is warm and light filtering through offering the only comfort from what was once a promising future
A once barren floor cluttered in disarray
For one lover's heart, Her body became the great exchange.

Incessant Riposte

2010-10-26T18:13:00.001-07:00

If forever is a promise and never a lie
If never is the promise than forever a lie
Heed the tongue which lay so heavy with emptiness
And seek only the mirrors from the hearts of piety
Just a souvenir on your shelf
Polished with silent, glimmering infidelities
All your lies outlined with white
Restructuring the frame of delicate lives
There must be solace from the violent breaks of tides
Waiting on the dawn and break of day
For sight of relief in all your shades of gray
The salt on skin once bitter, now smooth to touch
The edges worn from the storms but the inside reveals rough
Giving new life rescued from the tundra’s of disappointing love
A flash in the night, bows beak and hearts take flight
Exchanges of swords and projecting rites
The wars raging within too strong to be contained
Seeking for truth, understanding beyond peripheral broken picture frames
Knowing now our attempts were too weak
For the wells we sprung ran deep
Hands frantically trying to mend
Nervously abating those words that would be said in the end
Understanding the purpose in pain, seeking answers
Without playing victim to regretful ransoms
Vindicated from the mouth of dirty lifeless hands
This was not the beginning
This is not the end.

Wrote Summer of 2008

Midnight Trains and Revelations

2010-10-22T13:24:00.000-07:00

Moments of past take me to surrender
Greater times of smiles wide
Colored images are fading to black and white
Like an found photograph with sepia burnt pages
Honesty not enough to fill the rage
Holding patterns of silhouette images
A divide of heart and mind arise
Doubt succumbs the encumbered heart
Hopes crashed on the ragged rocks edge
No conclusion of answer
Who was the liar
Who told us we were one
Should I be okay to go my own way
When do you let go and when do you fight to hold
All the things we hold hope to and aspire for strong
Falter to reality of reconciled indifference
Some things will never measure to the pedestal in which we are placed
Regret never holds the trophy to the epitome of things lost
Images hold smiling eyes and endearing trust of future
Where do you lie in the chaos
Alone, aside, beside, alone in a wrecked halo of misty repose
Selling souls for a glimpse of love
With pain blinding all the angels
Sweet innocent embrace
Tears shed and hearts that bled
Childhood friends reincarnated
Fingertips a brush of promise
Dreams alive ….
To rectify all the yesterdays in tomorrow

The Revelation of a Kiss

2010-07-13T16:33:00.000-07:00

Dreams of nuzzled embraces, warm chest to cheek
Like the swept traces sweeping golden wheat strands and tips a brush
Waves of gold and amber flecks, molding forms
Between Us
Reflective images in mirrored words that spill over the corners of stark pages
Dancing off linear ledges into reserved spaces
Drunken with the honey on lips soft to touch
A promise frozen in time, on the tip of tongue and sweet breath
Rendering a portrait of ambitious rebirth
Stolen from the childlike occupations of love
Dancing shadows of imagery move through concealed passion
Slow motion movements reveal true intention
A song, sweet in carrying winds
That covers the nimble of her curve and his bend
A locket that encapsulates the gift
The revelation in the first kiss.

My Muse

2010-05-23T10:46:00.001-07:00

May 15, 2009 - Friday

My Muse...a dream of 9
Current mood:grateful for love's abiding reconciliation
Category: Writing and Poetry
MY MUSE

The Dawn that kisses the dusk a bidden farewell
The songs of gentle untold rainbows clutched and hidden within Love's spell
Dandelions that catch the lofty winds giving way to purpose in it's creation
Tiny fingers grasp the very vibrancy surrounding the agile soul in it's relation
A lovers hand, folded and cupped in grace
Fog, gaps and voids of space
Shores of sand plunge into the depths of salted foam of crashing waves
As night is to day and sun is to rain
Each thing was called before the other frame
Completion and purpose both riding on one another
Growing before, harnessed shapes of complexed circumvolution spun delicately upon her
Like threads of silk, the chalice flesh and tongue and cheek of face
Infinite circles moving through cellular activity into organisms creating the gift of EMBRACE

When perched highly upon pedestals of unrealistic drawls
It is no wonder we should plummet to depths beyond heaven's wings of breaking falls
They leave words not unspoken to the thief of the night's cruel intention
But give thoughts to the words evoked in the heart's to reckon
From the depths of softly mettled summer puddles to the air above the stark moon's solidarity
It shows kindness rippling corollary in clandestine equality
It is free from narcissism, arrogance and hate
Challenging each movement as critical to the outcome of their fate
Licking the salt from each others abstruse wounds
Love finds solace striking the chords in the healing of new tune
Feathering Wings growing veins
From fingertips to halos grace their love reigns
Free from sufferings of life impaired by clamorous concert
In HUMILITY you have shown me the sublime invert

Like speckled clusters spiraling eccentric raves
Bursting into still pools of deep blue waves
If we should allow our bodies to do what our hands do in prayer
For my angel of mercy has mimicked himself in forms fashioned of rare
Like Braille is to the blind, your love language resonates beyond all realms
Speaking volumes to my soul, grasping volumes of gallant veils
A tourniquet of love arrests to the source of insult
Healing touches ornate the flesh where once hands laid there careless assault
For others it is more vigorous than empathy
Clotting the deplorable affliction of suffering
Gentle demur and softly spoken whispers of heavenly migration
Ascending only onto the throne of palms clasped in COMPASSION, disregard of regulation

Fire, flames in passion dancing, growing and wicking the well of tears
The dance of two steps, wavering between fragile minds and dreadful fears
With the words that broke silence as he spoke from darkness into light
A once anxious bird no longer seeking to take flight
His hands are warm and gentle with promise
His tongue soft with mindful caresses of a harsh word's amiss
Wounds of deep brim over with consecration
A dream repaired and painted brighter beyond her feeble imagination
Warm whispers through the darkness, weeping milk and honey
Licking the dew of brooding fixation over the once weak and lonely
Pining the clusters of renewed promise upon the branch they were plucked
Cognizant of the arrow of LOVE in which one was struck

A symphony of light envelops its on lookers
Masking and consuming it's audience of players of kings and their jesters
A culminating vibrancy
Pulsating crowns of glory
Palpitating rhythms of patterns and color
Displaying in all its magnificent wonder
Feet pound the pavement
Hearts break the stroke of mundane golden bands of engravement
When the dusk blankets the day
The sounds resonate from the dirt, reminding of it's intent to not give way
The beat of the heart still setting pace for it's withered rosary
A shrill of hues saturate the canvas of ENERGY

Unscathed and whole, delicate lace of porcelain skin
The bubbles that we watched in awe, chased and burst in the wind
Drunken with a mother's milk sweet upon the aperture
Reveling in the world turning into itself, manifesting purpose in her harbor
Beyond the age of reason
Embracing the growth of each saunter's season
Garments of silk to burlap and burlap to cashmere
Reclaiming his right of passage once robbed in another to be rediscovered in her
Baptized in the murder's blunder of infinite sin
Reconciled and brought forth in reclaiming of INNOCENCE because of him

Defense is paper thin
With what was once broken is made whole again
Free from the footholds of imprisoning pain
Simply released, apostatized from his deceitful reign
Wings given to wilderness angels
Smooth as ravens wings upon delicate skin of curves and caramel angles
Doing with what one seeks to do in darkness in the light of eyes
Chase and capture, harness and memorize
Attributed to the strong for the weak seek only pasts kiss of death
Where love and mercy are buried in the burden of the mother's breast
It is for the delicate and slight, we must remember their preservation and innocence
Allowing the past to settle like dust and only embrace the tomorrows of FORGIVENESS

Souls and hearts that seek only charity in which to be bound
With resolute to not spill seed at the nipping heels of the relentless ground
Shadows dotted along the walk growing taller into migration of one
Sweetly reconciled flesh teeming with the lips that parted, for there true love once begun
Hours seemingly melting into days, folding into weeks
With more than our words did we learn to speak
Eyes exchanging glances and nuzzles upon noble stances
With only candlelight to illuminate the ways for the understood tearing down of valiant ransoms
Sweetly abated breath shallow in perfection upon my neck
It is with your melody my soul gives way to freckled kaleidoscoped flecks
It is in each other's comprehension of vulnerability that
We may dignify and set forth the fire to our INTIMACY

From one fishbowl to another
New perspective on perspective
Counting 4 leaf clovers
The humming summoning me to your side in spite of the miles
Spawning of new covenants exchanged with the corners of smiles
Giving new breath of hope to once barren envisions
He has sewn seeds of vivacity with articulate precision
Each thing growing and unfolding before us
Evolving and changing its perpetual discourse
An evolution of adaptation
Pursuant of evolving alteration
The infant's cries to the last breath before our stone graves
Seceding LIFE and it's fleeting conducive discord of bows and waves

The Barley House

2010-05-23T10:42:00.001-07:00

The Barley House

Smiles exchanged, hands entwined, lips soft to touch
Pieces in this puzzle placed on the table for child’s play
The souls that crashed next to the multi-colored layers at our feet
Leaving naked truths to expose the delicate disappointments
Songs of sorrow embraced in gaze
Crimsoned cheeks nipping the estuary of lucidity
Moments stolen beneath the fast moving sky
Rain danced on hollow panes as we moved in and out of intimacy
Primal, pure, permission to feel innocence and freedom
Enveloped and clothed in your fragrance
Locked into your dreams, as clear as the mirror reflecting you
Raising Phoenix, stone fruits on the tongue, soft blankest of our love
Awakening spring, golden glistened skin moist with summer’s kiss
Brings seasons of change in our love slumber
Can pieces be mended to patch the gaps of space between your heart and mine
Longing for the March of new love and greater times

What's Left of Me

2010-05-23T10:25:00.000-07:00

What’s Left of Me

Navigating storms
Treading waters
Calm and fierce riptides
Washed ashore, standing on the edge of the deep end
Gauging temperatures and temperament
Lost and found in you again
No map to guide all the places you hide
Reality of the nothingness that exist
What was shows no comforting familiarity
Time only reveals the little lies
Monumental to accepting fates of parting shapes
Our words faltering in half hearted exchange
Eyes have closed, hearts crashing at the soles of our being
Striking the ground, we try to wash our dirty hands of the sin
Breeding places of mistrust
Reflecting on greener eyes that held and studied
Silhouetted flowers admired in the dusk
A brush of warmth with soft whispers of adoration
To the stark backdrop of your disappearing acts
Punctured, paper cutouts framed in uncertainty
Obstacles, roadblocks and hazardous warnings in your actions
Pushing squeaky peddles in frozen time, circling chaos of repetitive patterns
The poisonous bordered embrace
Upon toxic lips of fake intimacy
Replaying the images in mind
Bodies collide and take place on their own side
Salt of tears to sea
Resurrecting what you left of me.

The Fallout

2010-05-03T05:59:00.000-07:00

The Fallout

The world we enter now
Cold and unfamiliar sounds
The bad that materializes from good people
Wreaking havoc on the human souls
Of what was once righteous and pure
Holds only wounded hearts pierced with abrasive words
When permission is given to no longer forgive
The disappointment rides on waves of rage
The prison we force upon ourselves
Caged hearts wild with primal stake
An impenetrable force field of ugly truths
A frozen ground in the solitude of spring
Slumbering hearts return to familiar places
Fragments displayed of worn in comfort
On a silhouette to the favorite immersion of memory
The beauty of your naked flesh against blinding rays
Lips drunken with greater dreams and fragile hopes
Became a ceiling of woven webs, absent of earth barren roots
Delicate prey of our broken promises
Cycle in the ghost of us
The fallout
Falling back into snapshots recorded
The reel plays unrelenting regret
Hearts should have been sewn at the stitches we thread
Only a canvas lingering of tattered and torn arrangement
With question left to mend
The pull of gravity
Running into stone walls of concrete silence
The victim of the lost love we mistreated
Tears won’t bring back the touch of two hands in one heart
Dying to the apparition of a lover and friend

Chasing Pavements

2010-04-27T17:03:00.000-07:00

A song of growth as in innate as our human nature

Like rays dancing on pads of green graces...toying with echoes of
silent laughter
Summoning waves of bellowing displace, ebb and flow of enchantment
Punctuated in movement with passion and fear
A sweet composure of growth and experience
Like tufts of dandelion outlining the very traces we fail to recognize
Plucking and strumming the chords of simple things like sunshine upon
our face
Our days are not but full of gray
Recently, I witnessed a double rainbow captured beyond cubicles that
can't replicate the effort of a day
The sounds resonate from the warmth of rounded heels strike porcelain each morning in
the quiet arousal of play
Doors shutter quietly, adding comfort to the rigorous efforts of
vulnerable engagement
A mirror, reflection, things once flawless can appear unkempt.
An anomaly depending on ability to see greater things and gifts of
discontent
Not for successes of the golden laden ladders sought
For instinct hungers the beacon of truth; patterned light
Languid language of fluid ambition
Storms have weathered a shore and this is no exception we will weather
once more
Hope believes for the strong but Faith keeps you were you Belong.

Paper Tongues

2010-01-10T11:29:00.000-08:00

Black and White
Linear Words
White and Black
Responsibility Falls
Between the Cracks
Weaving ridges of broken vessels
Black and White
Lacking any true insight
If we see ourselves as other define us
White and Black
Whispers settled on the bone of our back
Do we erect or disappear
Do we believe in lies or fact
Black and White
Where is the color seeping
From the depths of the soul we are bleeding
White and Black
Words can't break your bones
Words can shatter or repair souls
Black and White
Social collapse in context
Heart lacking content
White and Black
Black and White
White is the contrast
of what you can't always render black
White and Black
Black and White
Where is the world evolving
A recession of regression
Progression of depletion
Black and White
White Fades to Black.

Stone Words and Empty Hearts

2010-01-10T09:29:00.000-08:00

Time spent waging wars with an arsenal of verbal assaults
Instead of holding hands and mending hearts
The spool of love has reached it's end
Breaking bends of irrefutable sins
Why do they pay the price for our mistakes
They didn't choose their path but the helpless ones must walk what we paved
Why champion invitations for illusion of reign
Antagonists naive of their inflicting pain
Unaware of the seeds of despair yet we toil the roots
Vines that grow and choke out our son's and daughter's truth
A quite chaos consuming,
Broken in silence with the words chosen
Smile, look alive, claiming you are better
Recklessness in your game of posturing,
Tearing down of ransoms for fear of losing
Protect your false empires,
Surrounding yourself with a masquerade of lies on fire
The distance makes it hard to breathe
The chasm of failing legacy
A temporary pain as your words carry blame
A liberty in being set free, no longer enslaved
Threads and fibers in replication
Won't let go easily
For the world is smaller than purpose
My heart may incur a flood from the hole you left
But my efforts will not suffer a defeating collapse
For angels are worth dying for
To prevent
All of your blindness,
All of your hatred,
Replace with all of your kindness
I hope you realize this
You have done enough to tear me down
Today, I stand so they won't fall.

Social Responsibility

2009-12-30T19:31:00.000-08:00

Social Responsibility
When the web allows for anonymity amongst our community and peers, do we use less tact and mannerism in our criticism? At what point do we lose moral conscious of our responsibility with the power of the tongue and the implications it could cause to another, to a family, to a household, to a corporation, to the world? What calamity do we bring upon our own heads in meddling in ridicule of others and when was the mallet handed to us to rule a verdict? Is our time not better utilized learning about our lives and the external environments we inhabit so that we may have an impact for the future and the legacy that will precede us? I am not talking about a sensitive culture that can't ingest criticism or be original in thoughts and interject as a result but instead, with the respect of evolution and our part in its change. Should we not applaud original ideas and ignore the ignorant? Just as a child learns to divide, rule and manipulate a system, we can choose to encourage the weak or applaud the strong. It is disheartening to see the medium that could be used as a tool to transform the future of our lives as a public format to emasculate ones one sense of self, thoughts or creative talents. We all have a responsibility in how we communicate and the messages we want to be conveyed. Let us not allow the social mediascapes to become a podium of public display for exploiting someone else or ourselves. It is one thing to be vulnerable in a private space or by will done without agenda to embarrass the catalyst through emotional volatility. As this next generation really inhabits the future of our community, let us all take a responsibility to accept and govern the world without losing moral and values. While generation Y and Z are incumbent of shaping tomorrow, we still lead by example in a world that is governed by intangible and invisible precedents that can't be measured by a concrete since of existence.
I am sick to death of seeing Single to In a Relationship to Single to It is Complicated to Married. Where has the commitment of our society evolved? As a whole, we lack substance and the spine to do the work, bailing on anything that makes us uncomfortable at our so predisposed ability to choose with instant gratification for something that FEELS better. When we will heed impulsive behavior and stop glorifying the monster of ME? For the greatest amount of time, I have scoffed at the idea of social networks as mass media, claiming they destroy our moral, value and ability to relate; isolating us behind a lens or keyboard as an expression of feelings without the risk of rejection. Recently, I have adapted a new perspective with learning the beast of this unchanging truth through Dr. Michael Wesch's research. This is the innovative and undeniable skin of our future and I have finally grasped the reality that I must accept change and get on board before I become like so many people, debilitated and unable to exist in an economy that simply, passed them by. However, I am not without belief that as our abilities have become less governed by the resources so readily accessible at the convenience of a click. As individuals shaping tomorrow we must realize the implications of each word, entry, letter, expression, intention, agenda, blog, picture, tweet, song, image, email, choice of status, declaration and broadcast for the signals that are changing and shaping the culture in which we live and will leave behind. Our footprint is beyond carbon. I believe it has transformed to a psychological warfare that could implode if not careful of the velocity we steady ourselves today. While we reside in a democracy, each of us should self-govern our emotions and how we choose to relay them daily. A bad day is fine but a public display for bashing your boyfriend, boss, coworker, spouse, etc. has and always will be juvenile. As our world evolves, so should we. Let us all avoid regression to our elementary ways of communication and choose wisely what and how we want to sow in the present for the future of our all our tomorrows.

This is a quote I came across when I was 17 in 1997 that will stay with me for a lifetime.

The words "I am...." are potent words; be careful what you hitch them to. The thing you're claiming has a way of reaching back and claiming you. - A.L. Kitselman