The art of negotiations.

It seems to me that many people no longer understand what negotiation truly means.

They’ve been screaming “their truth” for so long, they’ve mistaken volume for value, believing compromise is betrayal and that listening is weakness.

But negotiation isn’t about domination or submission. It’s the art of finding ground, common or otherwise, between conviction and consideration.

Somewhere along the way, the goal stopped being resolution and became validation.

And that’s not a negotiation. That’s a tantrum.

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The Eye That Sees Not With Sight

Why labor at the quarry of limitation,

Where the uninitiated worship the stone,

Yet know not the Cornerstone?

Break the chains wrought in ignorance,

Erect within thyself a Temple not made with hands.

Radiate Light through upright conduct and quiet influence,

Though the profane veil may obscure the Truth.

Observe with the Square,

Dissect with the Compass,

And from each degree of experience,

Draw forth the hidden Word.

Know this, my Brother:

Darkness dwelleth only without,

It cannot extinguish the Light

That burneth in the East of every soul.

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The Best Actor Oscar doesn’t make sense.

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 award goes to one face, but it’s really the result of many.

Not to mention the other performers alongside the ‘Best Actor’ who help elevate the performance.

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Where are the men? Masculinity in the crosshairs.

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 kids are taught to pick their gender like it’s a game. Maybe it’s the cellphones that are rewiring their brains.

Or maybe it’s the broader culture, this narrative that masculinity is a problem to be solved.

The media, mostly left-leaning, woke, and curated by a blend of corporate interests, white liberal women, and identity hires, pushes a worldview where traditional masculinity is the enemy. The goal? Eliminate the so-called patriarchal society.

But let’s take a moment. That “patriarchal society” and all its conveniences were created mostly by men.

Infrastructure, houses, universities and manufacturing where all the life’s little modern conveniences come from. Trains, planes, automobiles, and motorcycles, the list is endless.

And many of these incredible men, were also sacrificed in part, by war. The sacrifice of over a million young men killed or crippled in World War II. Their absence during war pushed women into the workforce out of necessity, not rebellion.

And it didn’t stop there. In Korea, over 150,000 more of our young men were killed or wounded supporting the South, so we buy Kias, plastics, semiconductors and the like. 

Then came Vietnam, a war we didn’t create, but inherited by bailing out the French.

That war scarred hundreds of thousands more young American men, disproportionately poor whites and black, sent off under the same president signing civil rights legislation.

Hypocrisy wrapped in patriotism.

By 1970, women made up 38% of the workforce. It wasn’t an attack on men, it was survival. Due to war many men didn’t come back and if they did couldn’t cope in society anymore. 

But over time, cultural movements twisted that survival into ideology. 

An ideology that men weren’t needed and women could do it better.  A philosophy without legs. 

That’s when the resentment toward straight men, the seeds of modern wokeness, started to grow.

Now? Women dominate higher education. College enrollment has tilted in their favor by over 1.5 million since the late 1970s. Women are on par with men in the media, when they were only 10–15% of that industry in the 1950s.

And yet, somehow, men are the problem?

Meanwhile, social media has enabled a generation to profit off sexual performance, scantily clad, suggestive, sometimes explicit, and then demand not to be looked at unless you pay for the privilege. It’s a cultural contradiction, and men are walking on eggshells through it.

But this isn’t a call to war, it’s a call to strength with respect.

To the men who love women, but don’t want to be one.

To the providers, the protectors, the lovers, the builders.

To the gentlemen who still open doors and carry burdens, not because they’re told to, but because it’s in their blood.

We don’t need to scream. We need to lead, by example.

We don’t need to dominate. We need to stand firm, with backbone and grace.

Let’s not surrender our masculinity to appease a loud minority of self-righteous voices. Let’s reclaim it, not as bullies, but as men of purpose.

Because we can support women with integrity, love and without surrendering who we are.

And we don’t need anyone’s permission to be men.

I’m a man

And I love it. 

And frozen eggs have no guarantee. 

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The cadence of corruption

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 God

while common sense is gagged

keepers of truth, 

for the so-called common good.

The owners of the microphones

crowning themselves all knowing

preach the loudest narratives 

of shared delusions

to manufacture unity 

feeding the dissenters 

to the machine 

leaving them lifeless. 

Cognitive hijacking 

through a barrage of

poetry’s deceitful verse

intoxicating propaganda 

to the unconscious 

lulling them into complacency

of the agenda

Because ignorance is bliss

when consciousness becomes incomprehensible

and truths unleash uncompromising uncomfortable realities.

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The dance

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.

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Ode to a friend

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 

as memories

of a sunset

reposed

and

life goes on

and the puzzle 

has one less piece.

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Violence in abstraction

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. 

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Mind’s coliseum

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.

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Succinctly dissonant compulsion 

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 without characteristics or identity. 

Void of a mirror.

An echo of mimicry.

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