Posted July 28, 2013
The embittered lack the self-discipline to becoming new again. They fester and contaminate all that are near; give way, let them pass. Do not engage less you too be poisoned. Embrace what is right.
2006 A-town, Pa (An Open Poem)
Posted July 11, 2013
I walked into a restaurant to dine, to recapture memories of the past triggered by the enticing aromas. This eatery had the look of home. “Friend, we don’t cater to your kind here. Move on.” Holy twenty-first century values!
12:59 AM, 3 July 2013
Posted July 02, 2013
Hurt that cannot be described envelopes the heart, oppressing the beat. “Breathe;” the chant, slow and steady, rising incessantly; a constant reminder that life goes on, so insists my core. Absentmindedly, I stumble forward knowing that if I continue, I will come to see healing. -Rafaelópezjr
Posted July 01, 2013
Modern Haiku: The morning returns bringing with it the promise of hope and we sigh. -Rafaelópezjr
Posted June 28, 2013
Haiku: Life is. My control is only perceived. In that resignation—Peace.
Posted January 28, 2013
While at the tale end of my undergraduate work, someone came into my life that could be considered as toxic. it was all I could do to keep it together, especially three weeks before the end of my second last semester. This individual has been asked to move on. Now the healing begins... I appreciate my training all the more. My psychology courses remind me that society is broken and that people need help. One of the founding fathers of psychology, Allport, explained that there are extrins...
Posted January 06, 2013
A sky with the potential for harsh weather gives way to an amazing next day.
Emerging From The Funk
Posted August 28, 2010
Winter '09: What I thought was a single mom and her son moved into the apartment that was available next door to my home. The mom and I caught each other's eye one day when we were outside shoveling snow after a storm. Her son, about four of five years old is having fun jumping and rolling in the snow on his lawn. "Can you play with me?" His little voice caught my attention. Looking up from my work, I smile at the mom. "What a little chatterbox!" We laugh. "I have work to do, so...