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We Have ALL Made a Terrible Mistake

We have made important things





Even those of us who do nothing to create it

Laugh at the jokes

Discount the truth


Roll our eyes

Buy In


Real Love






Important Abstractions


A child’s love for their parent

The misery created via tragedy

The seeking for something better

The pain everything can entail

The hope






We’ve made a joke of it


Human Emotion


If it is genuine

I suppose

The world




And what




…..this time…..


right now



I mean wow

We’re low

We’ve even found a way (and not just A way but many ways) to make a joke out of sex – the most vulnerable, most alive, most real we can be with another human being, the truest form of love incarnate

A Joke



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7 Movies That Inspire Hope Within Me

I have an odd question to ask you.

Odd because I’m a writer, shouldn’t I be asking about books? Well, lots of movies came from books.

Plus as a writer, it’s stories that I love.

Odd because, hope as a subject? Not many people focusing on that lately.

Odd because my poetry doesn’t always appear hopeful (but it is to me).

Odd becuase because because.



I’ve arranged these 7 movies in order of how strongly they affect me. The first being the absolute strongest. Isn’t that how you detect hope? …. you FEEL it, are MOVED by it.


Collateral Beauty

I cannot put into words what I feel when watching this movie. Love, Time, Death. Who doesn’t decide to hate them at times? Which of us doesn’t need to remember their true meaning in our lives?

I guess there’s some words.


The Shack

You don’t have to even believe in a specific kind of Higher Power to feel the message of hope. I guess there was a bunch of controversy over this movie. All I have to do is google it to find out about what. I don’t care. Everyone everywhere can find something negative in everyone and everything, ever, if we look.

This movie has a message, this story has a message. Beyond that, the rest are trappings; extra for us to do with what we want, what we choose. The meaning of this movie, in my opinion, is something we all need. We get hope from forgiveness; for others, for ourselves. I know I need that. I know I need to believe, to know, I am loved and worthy of that love.


Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

This one I really don’t have words for. You’d have to watch it for yourself to possibly understand what I cannot communicate.



This gives me hope that people can see ALL people as people, ALL animals as souls. Few things bring me pain so greatly as to see people hate, hurt, or become indifferent to animals.


No Reservations

Hope that everyone can change. Hope that love can find us all a way back home. A way back to ourselves. A way to healing. A way to hope.


The Addams Family

I’m weird. I’m certain you’ve noticed.

Now this movie doesn’t inspire a feeling of hope within me. But it does GIVE me hope. Hope that we can each be our own weird selves and still be accepted, loved, for who we are.


Remember the Titans

I often find it hard to remember to respect those who see me, Daphne, as white. I find it hard to see people as black. As Latino. As Asian. As Middle Eastern. As Pacific Islanders. As Native Americans. As “mixed”.

I am not my nationality. Sure, people can become products of their culture. But English culture is the same to a black English man and a white English man, in its purest form. We make things sexist. We make it about black and white. We make skin color important. Instead of loving differences in culture, being curious, exploring the many peoples on this painful, beautiful, crazy, messy world we’ve been gifted.

So what do I see before I see skin color? Easy. There is a person standing in front of me, different and similar to me, with a life full of experiences, tears, smiles, and blank faces I know nothing about.

This movie restores hope to me that we will find our way back to that within our own personal lives, if we so choose.



MY QUESTION IS THIS. What movies (and movies, only, for now, please) that inspire hope within you?

I’d really appreciate an answer.

We all struggle, right? We all need hope.

You don’t have to give an explanation or reason. Just a movie title. Or a few. I’d value some help from those of you who listen in to the inner ramblings I share with you. Thank you.

This isn’t a cry for help. It’s a cry for more hope. Something beautiful from our lives that we can share. That we can feel.


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Some Things I Find Disgusting #1

Hi there!

How are ya?

I don’t mean to rain on your happy parade, but one of the things in life I love, is happiness.

For people. And animals.

If you’ve been patient enough to stick around with me and my random babblings, you’ve probably picked up on how deeply I love animals. And how outraged I am that they are so routinely harmed for fun, out of indifference, to preserve traditions, or peer pressure.

The only way to fix our world is to first become aware of some uncomfortable truths.


Scooby-Doo teaches us this truth every episode: humans can be monsters.

We’re not going to touch on the “why” of this or the “how” or any of these other things.

Sometimes I simply want to foster awareness.

Awareness, a cold hard look at reality, is the only way we can jump to…

Acceptance, when we can still love life and accept at the same time, that there are horrendous things that also exist at the same time – is the only thing which can lead to…

Action. Nothing big. If you’re one of the amazing athletes who have recently spent thousands of dollars on helping animals or a You-tuber who spreads awareness in hopes of donations to help the animals in your area – I commend you. You have my awe and hope restored. But most times, us everyday people can do little things to help. That is what changes the world. The combination of all different kinds of people doing what they can, small or outlandishly huge.

Lift where you stand. That’s all any of us can do.


So here is one thing I’d like you to be aware of. Perhaps you can pass it on and help illuminate others.

Also, I promise there will be adorableness at the very end too!

Because happy animals is the whole point of spreading the awareness. 🙂



This guy breaks down what the Running of the Bulls is. Once they get into the pin at the end of the run, he breaks down what ALL bull fights are.

If you don’t want to watch the video – which is graphic and you see animals bleeding and in pain – I’ll break it down pretty simply. In a bull fight, the bulls are stabbed repeatedly so that it will be hard for them to work the muscles in their back, hence making it hard to raise their heads. They are in shock, in extreme pain, their organs are stabbed and slowly shutting down, they’re losing lots of blood, and basically slowly dying while a man waves a red piece of cloth at them and stabs at them, and the crowd cheers.

This is a horrible piece of culture which is beloved to many people.

I don’t personally care what color you are, what your culture is, what personal choices you make. People are all people. We all matter. But so do animals. And anyone using the excuse of tradition, your behavior is disgusting to me.

These animals die alone and afraid, in intense pain and confused. Cheered at, jeered at.


So knock it off!

Do what you can to end this disgusting end to an animal’s life.


And now, moving on to the cuteness…


Here are two rescued bulls showing that they’re lovely little sweeties. Also, I know the last one isn’t a bull but that cow is just adorable. They really are souls. They feel and they love. They’re not here for us to torture. They’re here to live their lives alongside ours.


Now, I’m certain you’re wondering if I’m a vegetarian. I am not. I do eat meat. But I LOATHE the way our animals are kept, tortured, and finally killed. There is a better way to do this. There is a humane way to gain the food we need from living, breathing animals. They deserve a life, one free of misery and pain, before they feed our way of nutrition. And their deaths should be quick and painless.

I agree with this man:

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What do you think? Are you a vegetarian? Are you disgusted by the routine torture of animals, whether in a factor farm or in the suburbs?


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Simple Humanity

There’s this man, a sweet old man, yet he radiates youth.

Always smiling but nothing overt.

At times this smile has a sadness.

He carries a soft pink and beige, raggedy plushy with him.

Its in his hands every time I see him sitting across the room.

I love this.


There’s something like this inside every soul.

Why do we lose it so willingly?



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Replace Hate

Hiya crazies!

How goes it?

It goes well here. Well, kinda well.



I teach a Sunday second hour class every other Sunday and thought I’d share something we and the kids did a month ago or so.

If you balk at organized religion, this is more about being human than anything. Or, I should say, humane. Which, if you ask me, is something we seem to lack. But that’s a rant for a different day.

There’s this teacher dude with this awesome “Erase Meanness” thing.

I’m real articulate today.

Dude is here. Check it out. Really. Go.



You back?

Yes, that was Kevin Bacon on his page-thingy.



I went in a half hour early and wrote negative words on the board. In the center of the board, I wrote “Satan is Hate”. You can re-word this as “replace hate…”


I then had the crazies erase a word and replace it with a kind word. In the center, it then read, “Christ is Love”. Again, for a non religious example, you can simply write “with love”.


We can all replace hate with love. We can treat each other with respect and kindness.

Not saying that I wouldn’t protect myself or those I love, I’m simply saying we don’t need to be so needlessly, ridiculously, bloody cruel.


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Valentine’s Day: History and Different Kinds of Love

We’re going to jump around a lot.

Prepare yourself.




I like Valentine’s Day! It’s a celebration of love. You don’t have to be dating or married to celebrate it. Do you love anyone? Well there you go.

There are many kinds of love. You love your friends, don’t you? I know I do. Do you love your family? Your animals? Yourself?

I never understood why people complained about being single on Valentine’s Day. I never understood complaining about being single in the first place. You don’t always have to be in a relationship. Wait for what’s real, don’t desperately pine for a lover.

We all deserve love in our lives, whether it be friends or lovers, family or pets. During Valentine’s Day, I like to celebrate all the love in my life, regardless of society’s strict focus on romantic relationships.




Some Strange History

Muddled would be more accurate. It’s a murky pool of educated guesses. If I had to give the history an accuracy level, I’d give it “most likely”. Unless someone can pop out a time machine and travel through the times with a notepad and a camera on record, there’s no way to one-hundred percent tell.

(If you do have a time machine, I hope a meteor falls out of the sky destroying you, your time machine, and anyone else that knows of how you made it. Because time travel would be a terrible mistake. Just saying.)

It began as a pagan celebration. Men would sacrifice animals, strip the hide into pieces, dip them in blood, and slap women with them. Women would line up for this, believing it would make them more fertile. Then young woman would put their names in a hat (okay, I doubt it was a hat), the single men would pick a name, and that’s who they’d pair with for the coming year.

Then there’s a confusion of three different Valentine saints according to the Catholic church. I think they all died. I’m not too sure about that. I know one of them did. But no one knows why for certain.

…Somehow this turned into Valentine’s Day. If you want a more in depth detail, check out the link at the bottom.




Something else that irks me during this holiday, is how everyone just files off, buys a card, and that’s that.


Do something personalized.

You don’t have to break the bank. The point is to know the person you love and get them or make them something small that you know will show them you really see them and find them important in your life.

This Valentine’s Day, I got an adorable little stuffed animal – an animal I like. I made little clay figurines for the people I love.



I’m relatively new to making clay anything, so no judging.

I’m not saying I don’t want to see any elaborate romantic gestures, I’m saying don’t let it be about buying a card and that’s it. It’s become way too commercialized for my taste.

So by all means, buy flowers and throw all the chocolate at me! But find a way to make it meaningful. It’s about love. Not money.

And if you’re all alone – buy something nice for yourself and enjoy it. No shame. New rule: love thyself. Life is always changing. Love what you have now.




What’s your favorite flower?

Flowers are a huge thing during Valentine’s Day. I always wonder at the flowers in the store. Who’s going to get what? Why? Does anyone know what kind of flowers the people they’re buying them for actually prefer? Or are the people who don’t care, just love flowers or appreciate the gesture regardless?

My favorite flowers are black roses, white roses, orange roses, and dark colored carnations.

And another thing, do men get upset when their significant other brings them flowers? I so want to be able to do that in the future. But I hear some men don’t like it.

Illuminate me, would ya?


I hope you guys and gals all had a lovely Valentine’s Day!




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Something Damaged and Something Possible

I am damaged because I damage myself.

I adopted misery born in my infancy, grabbed it from around me, and imbued it.

I am damaged because I damage myself.

Passive aggressive or active, it makes no difference. End result is the same.

Damage done.


Who isn’t damaged?

What don’t we damage?


But this is boring.

If everything and everyone is damaged why go on about it?

I have a fake skull with a hole blasted in the back of it on a pile of books sitting on my desk – bought it that way. Bought it damaged. We don’t mind damaged because we all are. We all want acceptance and knowing, love and meaning, yet we shun the damage we don’t personally understand.

I’m talking in circles but it makes sense to me.


Butterflies – the symbol of change, success over pain and struggle, of breaking free from bonds and flying into potential.

They sometimes eat blood.

They sometimes eat tears.


What about the possible?

What is possible?



Isn’t that exhilarating?

Isn’t that terrifying?



This is post #5 and #6 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click here. And then join the challenge!




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