Collecting Carefully

Friday the 13th is a great day

Freedom is always around if you seek it.

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In 's heart, where dreams are dismissed,
Amid the desert's vastness, they persist.
They say, "Don't dare to dream," just follow the line,
Accept the mundane, let dreams decline.

But in each soul, a flicker ignites,
Refusing to succumb to the darkest nights.
For in the desert's shadows, under the sun,
They chase the dreams where new paths are spun.

Despite the skeptics, they stand their ground,
In Tucson's embrace, their dreams are found.
For within their souls, a vision takes flight,
Guiding them through the darkest of night.

They yearn for more, beyond what they see,
In Tucson's fabric, they find the key.
With every stride, they carve their own way,
Towards a future where dreams have their say.

So let them dream, let them reach higher,
In Tucson's domain, they won't tire.
For in their hearts, the truth is clear,
Dreams can thrive, even here.
Poem by
Damian Todd Enderle

Crickets chirping the empty rooms

In the stillness of dawn, I thought I heard
The whispers of change, the song of a bird
But instead, it's the silence, the crickets' refrain
Echoing through streets, where apathy reigns

Generations burdened, with trauma's weight
Seeking liberation, from the past's cruel fate
Yet judgmental eyes, like shadows, they loom
Casting doubt and darkness, in every room

Efforts to unite, to heal and to mend
Met with indifference, as if no one will bend
But still, in the silence, hope flickers on
Like a lone candle's flame, in the darkness, it's drawn

So let's not give in, to the sloth's sleepy call
For change starts within, breaking down every wall
With each voice that speaks out, each hand that extends
We'll rewrite the story, and on unity, we'll depend

For though the crickets chirp, and the sloths may sway
Together, we'll rise, to a brighter day.

Damian Enderle (c) Copywrite 2024

But Like ‘97

In the quiet of a room, whispers tell a tale,
Of circles formed, where prevail.
But like '97, you find yourself outside,
Watching from afar, where shadows hide.

Yet solitude whispers secrets profound,
In stillness, and wisdom are found.
For in the silence, you discover anew,
Strength within, and dreams to pursue.

So embrace the quiet, let it be your guide,
For like ‘97, you’re on a singular ride.
In the silence, you’ll find your way,
Just like ’97, come what may.

by Damian Enderle

🙏🏼Careful thoughts - In our society, there's this expectation that to be and , you've got to conform to a certain image.
👩🏻👦🏻 pass this down, saying, "You've gotta act this way, talk that way." But what impact does this have on 🏃🏻🏃🏼‍♀️ development and intelligence? And what about those who don't fit the mold?
🏃🏼‍♀️👉🏻We've constructed all these standards, believing we must adhere to them to be validated. Essentially, we're ranking people and sending a message of exclusion. If you don't measure up, you're deemed inadequate.

💡But here's the thing: You're more than just a checklist of traits. Your is your strength. So don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Embrace who you are, because that's what makes you shine. You don't need to fit into anyone else's box to be .

Most people don't seem to care about projecting a genuine image of themselves online, as they are too preoccupied with maintaining a false and superficial persona only that they have created in their minds.

These are the people that prance around saying they do all the positive things, but when you ask for help they will not