Author Archives: diestl

The Oscars don’t always make sense.  An actor might win Best Male/Female Lead, but their performance wasn’t created in a vacuum.  There was a director shaping every scene, a writer crafting every line, a cinematographer framing each shot, an editor helping choosing the best takes, and a crew making the whole vision possible.  The awardContinue reading “The Best Actor Oscar doesn’t make sense.”

I don’t understand all these blue pill ads, on social media, billboards, movie trailers, TV screens. They’re plastered everywhere. I’m almost 60 and have no issue in that department. But younger men seem to be buying into this trend. Why? Maybe it’s the toxic food, laced with synthetic estrogen. Maybe it’s the classrooms, where kidsContinue reading “Where are the men? Masculinity in the crosshairs.”

Who to believe, what to believe, how to believe, not to believe. The bully pulpit echoing repetitively fabricated warfare creating puppets and parrots parading lockstep in sync toward a unified goal. Censoring and disparaging the dissenting voices of the so called experts and leaders. Misinformation, laced with religion and politics preaching the perfect  politics of GodContinue reading “The cadence of corruption”

The powerful flicker of a candle’s flame a dance or avoidance. Illuminating   untouchable unable to retract its smoldering.  Remnant  enveloping from the liquid stickiness  sinking into the sky revealing its anchor  near its end before the moment  that last flash of smoke  intertwines nevertheless  without a trace. c 2025 Chu The Cud All RightsContinue reading “The dance”

It looks like this is goodbye I’ll try not to cry.  I knew this day would come didn’t think it was today.  Unprepared for the predictable.  One more day was yesterday  but I didn’t know. It was repetition begotten  transforming into memories  of what was and time wasted. Now it’s time to sink and cry Continue reading “Ode to a friend”

Violence begets violence riding restlessly on the breeze with another opportunity to strike once more without oppression of the provocateur having outgrown its catalyst and leaving a chaos of resentment  transcending flesh of time with an echo waging future sparks that bridges opportunities of reflection of evolving and transformation dissolving its loop furthermore.  c 2025Continue reading “Violence in abstraction”

The eternal fight  between good and evil  Twilight time. Impenetrable blackness. The conflict unseen  formula versus antidote  the grip of reality,  released descending  gently  but often not. The light of hope at odds with the shadow of despair. Brightness is the disinfectant generating time,  memory  and breath for another battle  in this never ending cycle.Continue reading “Mind’s coliseum”

One more scroll in the safety of a caged mind, unaware, absconding from realities of life. A repetitive mental asylum, eroding cognitive capacity through a synthetic reality, void of time and space.  On to the next scroll before one can process the last.  Once trapped, fruits bears no seeds.  And the stone becomes smooth withoutContinue reading “Succinctly dissonant compulsion “

Sadness is gravity. Orbiting in a vacuum of delusions. Pulling and tearing a stillness of grays, bleeding into an anchor of darkness, a chaotic silent battlefield.  That can be released by a pebble. c 2025 Chu The Cud All Rights Reserved

To dwell unresolved, dynamically mysterious, with elegance and grace. To accept imperfection in the midst of the manifestation of the unknown.  Flowing effortlessly without attachment to outcome with only a still pulse of peaceful mindfulness. Walk the path, but release the destination, letting each step be an arrival and every breath a new experience without expectation. Continue reading “Truth’s Uncertainty”