Tag: Family

Poem – “Understood & Misunderstood” – Mother’s Day – 5/8/2022

Talk to pain.
Sweet mother of whispers,
cradle this misfortune,
blanket me in sleep.
Wish me a better life,
reprieve me
into better thoughts,
beyond debris of failure.

When you awakened me
as an immature child,
deep in folded arms,
I recall those tears
I let go,
as I could not
let you go.

Have you understood me,
inside my newly formed womb
of a greater, older life?
You have caressed me, breathed out
comfort, into me.
Though a new life has been born,
as I have created it.

As often upon another evening drear,
I compare this current place
to an old one, to find
those same stars looking out for me,
never losing me.

In your eyes, without losing light,
I notice you in everything.
Have you noticed me,
even when I smile, without you holding me,
in an infant’s cradle, in your arms?

I understand
that when a mother grows old,
earns her grey in the temples,
her child becomes all care
she has deserved.

I misunderstand
what a mother will always give,
upon those cloudless days of warmth
where nothing can be without gratitude,
though I continue to weep.

This treasure I have,
your gift of me
to love with pounding hearts,
with a pool of sorrowful, joyful tears
watering our sacred garden.

Philosophy – “A Theory on the Holiday Blues” – 12/24/2021

“What a person most expects is everything they shouldn’t. A gift can be expected, though only at the same level as offering a server a tip. It had been expected, that for the server’s excellent hospitality, they were given something for that reason. Although, what is a gift? What is ever defined as a true gift, besides what is given without expectation for a service done?”

– Modern Romanticism

Why do we love? There is no “why”. We simply do, not because it is expected of us, though because we can. Without love, there would be no air to breathe nor a sun to rise. Then, why do we feel depressed around the Holidays? That must be because of the expectations of material gifts. A clash of consumerism with the immaterial nature of family will trigger a psychological response of depression. That is because the human’s innate understanding of family is non-material. There is no materialism in love. There is only the sight of it, whom we love, with never the utility of those people.

As with all we place expectation upon, there is trust to its functionality. Nothing is perceived as more functional than what is expected to work, based on its mechanical design. During the Holidays where people’s families come together, consumerism would add a layer of expectation, of being used for a material gift, that is always against love and the immaterial. To ask it, once more, why is there depression? It is because of the innate understanding of love that those who are loved should not be expected to do anything for us. Instead, they will do it based on the test to their love. However, if an expectation of being used clashes against this, depression is the resulting feeling being an emptiness we begin to question.

There are no expectations with love. There is only the acceptance to the sights, not the utility of them when it comes to family. Depression is a factor of loss. Although, what have we lost? Have we lost our love? No, we have not. Our depression is resulting from the clash of expectations with material gifts and no expectations with the immaterial gift of family. Simply put, Holiday Blues must come from believing we must be expected to love, when such is not possible.

Poem – “When it comes to Love” – Modern Romanticism – 11/7/2021

Still you
Keep running the tears that to
Mankind’s hurts, in the war for bloodied dirt
Follow wails, will lead to worse.
Leave sorrow as dew
To make the mourning as morning
Without the sleep of the sun
Staying where we are entering.

While love is warm, apart
From faces scarred,
We keep the bullets entering hearts –

We send forth showers, towards eyes unmarred.

Some touch,
No falter to what God has brushed, –

As my shoulder is the bed, not the shield,
For everything you cannot wield.
With love at every breath,
A wrinkle beyond all age,
Here to tell of the offspring to death
That with winter, cannot erase,
That within books, remain as the page.

His eyes still love
With beauty he should not retrieve
From above.

With a kiss he did leave,
He dances upon flooded shores,
Absorbing tears, raising you for more.

Some stilled part of your eyes –

Can see beyond the haze, the weighted skies
From where you cry.
As love opens its wings,
You will remain, to accept what Heaven brings.

Philosophy – “Why Criticism is not the same as Hatred” – 2/17/2021

“Unlike hatred, criticism is its opposite. Criticism constructs. It lifts, just the same as love.”

– Modern Romanticism

To reject criticism is to reject the friend. It is to reject the one who doesn’t find you perfect. Is not the essence of friendships to show vulnerability around the other? Is this not the same as trusting who you claim to be your friend?

It is fear that leads to division, not hatred. Hatred only comes out of the need to fill a void, where once was love.

As it is fear that leads to division, then we should comprehend that every emotion, so fleeting to ourselves, reveals our imperfection and insecurities enough to require friendship. As in, why do we yearn for ourselves to be divided, ever-more? “Division” is an open wound, a parting between people, so to speak. Our divisions are the wounds between us. Division is the gap between people. We bleed, only because we have no one to cry with.

Criticism will lift, because it knows a person’s flaws. Hatred, however, will seek to destroy. Genuine hate is never wide-spread. It is never so broad, as fear. Though, it could be appropriate to mention that should a person be able to love all others, then they can also fear for every one of those people. The division, through fear, would then come when people do not wish to become involved. Thus, there is the ignorance for which is a relation to fear.

It is a confusion, when people tend to misunderstand how they have become divided. It was never out of hate, as it was always due to fear. People are ignorant of those they do not know, due to them being fearful of truth.

If we ever hate, then we must have once known how to love. That is factual. It cannot be hatred that divides, because genuine hate is always born out of an understanding to someone. It was the betrayal that caused the part between two persons, though hatred bred itself out of knowledge for what a person never knew of who they once trusted and loved. That is, some side of the betrayer was revealed, and thus, hatred was born, filling the void where once was sheer love.

It is to criticism that knows weakness, though seeks to repair it. It is criticism, that between soulful friends, know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. The critical friend will simply point out those flaws, to next say to the troubled one that their strength is enough to mend them. This is to say that a critical friend will not do the work for their troubled companion, though will simply show them the path.

Philosophy – “Why Family is not a Choice, in Contrast from Work” – 2/2/2021

“Who claims that love is a choice, other than those most likely to find betrayal of trust a fitting design over the area where one must be responsible? Choice has little to do with responsibility. When we are trusted, we are so because of our duties. Of duties that renounce the freedoms of childhood we vainly believe can be eternal.”

– Modern Romanticism

As a child, we once had a family to care for us. When we grow up, we find that we must take care of other people we deem to be held dear in our hearts. Where does this phrase “remain forever young” originate from? More important, what does it reference? To be universal on the latter, it should reference “how to forever depend” or “how to never be responsible enough to claim one no longer has a choice”. When we are children, or have childish mindsets, or are simply immature enough to not understand the importance behind dutifulness, we wish for infinite choice. We call this “diversity”, though only by how it separates ourselves from those who did trust us, of those who believed us better undertakers to their care.

Between family and work, there is only a “choice” for one of these. It is the latter. It is, because that’s a place where a person inevitably desires a vain gift for freedom. Such people believe, through their emancipation, that work is more attractive than family for the reason of its realm being a “gift”. Such a perceived gift, being where one can “have more”, outside of the satisfaction that love would eternally bring. We can be eternally satisfied, with love. Or, we can hold the same mindset as a cheating husband, who forsakes his wife to have another woman of more attractive assets.

We either have a choice, or we do not.

We either have our freedom, or we do not have it and thus take to the dutifulness of being responsible.

However, how do we properly gain freedom? The answer is, we must earn it. The same way a slave earns their own life back, through knowing the meaning behind freedom. Though, such “meaning” dissipates over time, when future generations after that slave’s own time forget that rights and freedoms are meant to be earned. Those future generations begin to believe that freedom is a gift, as they compare this with life.

Life is not ever free, until such freedom is earned. To compare this to a worker who earns their rest or their time to head home, is the same.

Choice is not ever linked with dutifulness. A worker chooses their labor, though earns the time for what they yearn for most, being their home and family. For it was not the work that related so much to dutifulness, as much as the reminder to the laborer of what their purpose is for working. As another example, why does the soldier fight? It is to simply show off, or is in the remembrance of what they’re fighting for?

If a soldier wishes to show off their skills of combat to the rest, then they’ve instantly forgotten the tactics for which guarantee the lot’s own survival. This would be a person who yearns for choice, though out of selfishness has forgotten about loyalty. And, when a soldier no longer understands who trusted him, he gains the pitiful freedom of being on his own, though never earned it.

We betray, when we yearn for a choice, beyond the understanding that we must earn it, not simply be gifted it by law. It is an innate human comprehension to have something so precious as freedom, and only ever deemed as such because it is in relation to life. Is life not precious to us? The same as anything else viewed in the same lens, is it ever permanent? Or, are all things we find to be “precious” what we protect, even with our own lives?

A life can be protected with a life. Freedom can be protected with the forfeiture of another’s. Were this to happen between perhaps two friends, there has been trust built enough so that vulnerability can be the protection over what is seen, through love, as too precious to disappear.

As with freedom, as with family or love, as with the things we can retreat to, there are no choices to them. We merely earn them, because just like a paycheck to a worker, it was not stolen. As it is, life cannot be “stolen”, unless it is “chosen” to be killed.

Philosophy – “Why Children, or Childish Adults, should not have Opinions” – 8/23/2020

“Freedom is in excess, when we have forgotten our duty, as adults, to witness and supervise over lesser people so they may rise beyond where they will inevitably be stagnated.”

– Modern Romanticism

Children. Childish adults. These sorts are not meant to have opinions, viewpoints, perspectives… or whatever other synonym there is available.

It may seem “subjective” to comprehend what a “child” might be. However, it is not, when one can consider that being a child involves a number of objective factors. Such as, rebellion for its own sake, a lowered attention span, a lack of patience, an ease of susceptibility to become distracted from objective importance, a lack of purpose besides to be “free”, a lacking awareness of what it means to be responsible, continuous dependency without individual intelligence, a belief that one is perfect as is without further need for advancement… among many more other examples, that could be endlessly listed.

“Children” are, for a lack of a better word, self-indulgent, curious creatures. They are like scientists, because the average scientist will press a button to “see what happens”, just as a child would.

Without supervision, even a child prodigy will be stupid. This does not denote dependency, though it is something to escape from, when the moment is deserved. However, no child is always a prodigy. Be as it may, that a child of 4 might have a mind like a sponge. Their young brain can absorb all manner of information, quite easily. Yet, give the 4-year-old a smartphone, and it just might occur that their lacking of attention span, giving the match for their understanding of that device, draws into the future, all manner of destructive relationships. All relationships require patience. Why is it that, across many nations, marriage succumbs? It is because, without patience, all love is in turmoil. With a low attention span, we are voided from truth, from reality, because we are so distracted from objective importance.

The child is a distracted individual. How do they comprehend importance, without a goal? How does a scientist comprehend importance, if all their discoveries are mere distractions, opposite from the one that adheres to love?

Even not of love, patience and discipline is absent from children, from the get-go. Yet, of love, it is the responsible adult who is meant to supervise a child, so protection is understood, for the future. For of the future, “protection” is then understood as to value what is needed.

No child, or no person, develops without understanding responsibility and duty. To have ultimate freedom, means to have a choice. To not have a choice, means to be responsible. Is a child’s eyes always wide? Then, they will touch everything. Are children said to be observant? Then, the same will occur. One can then say that a “childish adult” is a very lustful person, wanting to grope anything that is around them.

For the one thing that develops a human being is the act of being responsible. It is the same as an example of a criminal, who ended up in prison because of an irresponsible and stupid decision. He or she damaged someone else’s life, made them upset, charges were placed, and they were found guilty from supporting evidence, and sent off to prison. If that criminal cannot learn the objective meaning of being responsible, they are also a child.

For a child is like a criminal. It is someone who does wrong in the name of greed. Therefore, teach the child responsibility, and they are able to form opinions of their own, backed by wisdom.

Philosophy – “The Importance in having a Foundation” – 5/24/2020

“Each origin is the pain of every beginning.”

– Anonymous

Without the acknowledgement of roots, the suffering it took to create what was created for future generations to hold in appreciation, what is there left? What is there left for the recognition of a million more miles to come, if one merely severs those roots, forgets how one began, forsakes the pain it took to begin? Is one, at that moment, arrogant enough to believe that their roots are far too painful of a memory to want to see more of how they can further grow from that seed? By that reasoning, we have forsaken all mothers. We have forsaken our own mother, who gave us life in the process of labor pains. Labor. Work. Or… the simple undertaking of starting creation. That is, the creation of the child’s life. Not their beating heart, but their ways to know about the world. We teach them what we know, though teach them the most not to be stubborn or closed-minded.

To have a foundation means to appreciate a beginning. There have been those who wish to begin their own tale, in the place of someone else’s. Though, they wouldn’t dare to continue what that person started.

To cut those roots of a culture, by whatever other culture seems themselves dominant enough to do so, will inevitably cause their direction to be the opposite of the one they opposed. You can see such occurring in the mere act of rebellion. The rebels have opposite views, will lean as far away from their oppressors as possible, until both rebels and oppressors are staring at each other from opposite ends.

Whatever person or culture, possessing their own ideals, cut the roots of another culture they opposed, will inevitably lead to the opposite of what the destroyed culture upheld. What was once their pain, being the destroyed culture’s pain, is now a new pain. Though, that pain is now read in the opposite direction, like a book being read backwards. Or, it is more like a tree growing underground, rather than how it grew upwards, before the culture was destroyed.

This is factual when we think of the ideals within politics. More division, means more seeds. More seeds, means more beginnings. More beginnings, means more arrogance, by how one will say to another that they cannot comprehend how their suffering began. Though, it seems that more-so in today’s time, by how much division there is, people begin to fight with others, comparing pains. They fight, and thus they begin to forget how much that person suffered, in how their story started.

The human world lives on division, though ends on understanding. Reading a book until the end was only done so, because one held their attention on something. They understood what was written, because that is why they read it until the end.

It lives on division, when a person can offer their own thoughts, in the pauses, for the division of paragraphs or sentences. Though, a foundation, to how the book began, is how a person will find another’s tale to be the most compelling. The attention that is grabbed at the beginning of a book, because no one starts a story from the middle, keeps the reader attentive. Life is like a book, and whether it be closed or opened, matters up to whether one wants to pay attention.

The most important part to understanding anyone’s story is in seeing how it began for them. Anything within the middle are just random details. Anything at the end, is only ever important if you paid attention to the middle. It is like holding a dying loved one’s hand until the bitter end of their death. To not let go of the book, is to not let go of the story.

A Quote of Wisdom – “Progressiveness to Denial” – Pt. 2 – 4/16/2020

The face of denial will always be the face of Death. How do we prove the existence of God? By believing in the non-existence of God, and that is how. Love, in the form of the highest emotion, the most eternal emotion, extinguishes fear, extinguishes the fear of Death. Because of love, humans are heroic. Because of love, humans can be genuine with their actions.

We deny Death, or perhaps we deny our own capability to be heroic or genuine. It is, as well, because we deny that any person we love CAN die. We confuse ourselves into thinking that it cannot ever occur.

In that mode, we become comfortable. In that mode, we do not see what is coming. And, how can we blame ourselves, when in a comforting home, we are not afraid. When in a comforting home, we can be settled.

What do we embrace, then, when not embracing love? We embrace progressiveness and fear. With that, comes denial. Denial is the label upon the forehead of an individual, who is not denying others, but being denied by others.

To believe in the non-existence of God, one must believe in themselves capable of believing in the life of another person, labelled to be denied. By understanding someone’s non-existence, it immediately becomes someone’s existence. Who was ignored, is now being offered attention.

Any person who is denied, ends up a pauper, ends up dead.

Humans were not made to roam this Earth, alone. And yet, we’ve promoted “self-love” and “self-care” as though when the first humans were on Earth, they did not look for other humans. Instead, such people of such movements believe that the first humans on Earth simply stared at their own reflection, not looking for any form of belonging.

For an Atheist to say that the “existence” of God is none, is the same thing to say of a human who looks upon a pauper, and ignores them. It is of the same mindset. For to ignore the existence of God, the existence of love, would be to ignore the one who is denied, not the one who denies others. How could God ignore others, when He is love? How can we ignore God, besides doing just that?

Arrogance, and nothing more, and everything less.

Does a person crave betrayal in this current realm of things? Does a person want to be betrayed, so they can feel “empowered” enough to do things with their own two hands? That is a life of fear, being a fact. Where is the value of teamwork gone? Where is the value of belief gone?

If one is comfortable on their own, they still have too much to lose. Thus, they are comfortable enough, and live their lives as a gimmick.

A Quote of Wisdom – “When Science Questions the Power of Love” – 4/10/2020

The power of reason has been on the side of science, when it is the thing opposite from love. Why is reason opposite from love? It is because reason dissects what all people are satisfied and content with. This is within the power of love, to be content with what one already has. Love, as an emotion, that one feels with family, is full of gratitude and trust. Devotion and dedication, among the feeling of thankfulness, is there to accompany love in the realm of contentment.

To deny now that science always questions what people are satisfied with, would be just that. It would be sheer denial and blindness to state that science has not, for so long, questioned how people are satisfied with what they have, or otherwise ignorant of what they can have.

When it comes to a person cheating on their spouse, their reasons could be many, but their motive is one. Their motive was the opposite of love. Their motive was dissatisfaction. In that state of discontent, they were ungrateful, undevoted, and disloyal. All these things have to do with the power to reason out or away the contentment of oneself.

Convenience is nothing for the realm of love. Necessity, in fact, is something that love is for. And yet, science is content in its own way to tear down other people’s contentment, in favor of “knowledge”. In extreme ways, it will destroy families, like the family unit being disrupted. Because, nothing can be learned, without pain, as the common wisdom goes. But, to cause that pain on a deliberate scale, is evil, indeed.

Poem – "A Father who never Left" – Family – 3/24/2020

Deep in my past

Where horses ride

Over roadways and train tracks,

I fall away

Into memories

Full of the same shelter,

In how I gave love

To anyone else.

His arms

Brought my misfortune to fortune,

And in what I learned

Was that grief is but a symbol

To never grow beyond

To something diseased.

I have used all my ambition

To feel what I feel

When I am asleep

When I will close sheets around me,

And feel his warmth.

One face,

Two cheeks,

And three realms to kiss.

My father

Had for me

Everything I could keep

And never let go.

Poem – “A Christmas Omen” – Romance – 12/14/2019

Have you found what you needed most
Beneath the star and tinsel?
We both once shared hands, to dive within
The sea and its shining surface,
So that we could send kisses to each other’s faces,
Beneath that blueness,
Beneath that openness.
And yet, we stand beneath the tree with its most mournful appearance,
And gaze with eyes upon each lit bulb, each lit candle,
For love has somehow found a way
To escape from the Heavens to come our way.

We are beautiful enough to stay,
And, dine on these kisses, come what may.
I see above your head,
A hat made from straw,
And adornments both rich and old,
And beneath them all,
A face shines brighter than the tree with its shimmering form.
A face that pleads for another kiss, from my mouth to your own.
Beautiful and beloved, that you are,
With Heaven on your cheeks, and a smile
Radiates with greater hues than the shooting star.
For we are both rich in our promise, and old in our love.

Our love, though old, renews itself,
Upon when we dance, in radiance, for ourselves.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “In Arms, Across Oceans Deep” – Romance – 10/18/2019

I see thee, upon a land so muddy, in the blood of sorrow,
You’ve never, held onto happiness, for long.
Here, I yearn, to be the one,
To cradle your defeat, in longest arms, and trembling fingers,
I fathom your emptiness, a lot like
The families of sickness, in nations heavy, on poverty.

We’ll not fall, with the tears, that come descending, a lot like
The few raindrops, that fall from clouds, also heavy
Like our hearts, that held, onto suffering.
We were never, envious of others, but found comfort
In our endless love, promised upon, one another.
Beauty is a place,
Not held in eyes,
But held in stars, too infinite to count,
And too infinite to identify.
I am in love, firmly in love, with a one I simply chose.

It was just upon, a single night,
That my eyes, seemed to wander,
Beneath the haze, of winter twilight.