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April 13, 2013

Stop – Original Poem

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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In the body of a dead soul these words find shelter from the cruelty of reality

Stop the madness screaming inside my head

Run to me through these frosted fields
Let the jaded edges of the ice cut your skin and heal you through the warmth of your blood

Stop the insanity that is controlling this prose

My words take me where I want to be
Closer to you; yet still so far

Stop the pain I cannot feel, but yearn for in the valley of lost feelings

I found this piece of heaven resting on my lap
Her shadow growing in the sand as the sun sets into the night
She speaks her kindness in silence
As the fire in the sky turns to darkness, your warmth comforts me from the evening chill
Angels sigh

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Stop the resistance that fences me in this prison

I have finished the race that led me into your arms
The pain in my legs has subsided
I have gained the strength of a strong oak protecting the river from the terror of natures revenge

My search is over
Clues in my words led me to the ending I always dreamed about

My dream is intoxicating like the nectar of wine

First kiss
Never want to stop
The sky has opened and a spiritual lift has taken these words and spread them across the universe to be shared

I no longer have to stop
I no longer have to write

My words are now the reality in your eyes

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Leave a comment | posted in Fear, Love, Poem, Poetry, Recruiterpoet, Writing

April 11, 2013

Are we missing the signs of depression on Facebook

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.” – Elizabeth Wurtzel

Depression is all around us. It does not discriminate by gender, age or lifestyle. In infects us and spreads like a cancer and takes over our lives. For some, the signs are very clear while others hide it very well through their actions or lack of actions. With the world being brought at our finger tips are we missing the clear signs of depression or choosing to turn a blind eye to them?

Facebook is populated by over one-sixth of the human population. It has bridged our worlds and put the idea of voyeurism and stalking into every day activities. There are so many common indicators of depression and so many of us need to be aware and take action to help.

After all, these are our “friends”.

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What are these signs that a person may be suffering from some level of depression?:

  • Aggressive use of language on the social networks (Facebook, Google+, Twitter)
  • Constant uploading of self portraits.  When someone is constantly putting up pictures of themselves or re-issuing their favorites looking for reinforcement of their “beauty”, that can be a clear indicator
  • Constant quotes about seeking a better place, a better life, a true utopia
  • Constantly checking in to reinforce to their circle how socially active they are
  • Posing a number of “what if” questions or commentary on society
  • Not having any pictures of yourself but friends and family only.  Perhaps a sign of hiding behind unfriendly aging
  • Showing many pictures of drinking or many check ins to bars
  • Late night random thoughts out of character
  • Adding many new friends often.  Needing to be surrounded by strangers and constant attention can be an indicator as well

This is just the tip of the iceberg.   We can list off another ten or fifteen behavioral indicators on Facebook that could be a silent scream for help.

How many of these have you seen?

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How often have you reached out to try and help or even ask if someone needed help?

I am going to lean on a small percentage that have taken on the task of question number two.

I have witnessed these signs and later learned of depression, rehab, loneliness, sadness and rejection from these same people.

Maybe Facebook is the great savior for avoidance of responsibility since it is a virtual tool or maybe we have a higher responsibility to help.

Next time you witness behavior that is unorthodox, it doesn’t hurt to ask and just maybe you might be saving a life.

Leave a comment | posted in depression, Disease, Facebook, help, Loneliness, The Fray

March 29, 2013

Black Hair and Penetrating Eyes – Original Poem

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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Her jet black hair and penetrating eyes crossed from silhouette to angel
Footsteps in the distance send shivers
Closer she comes
Each inch of her skin penetrating my soul like a dagger

It was the pain of love
Love unrecognized
Love unknown
Love so perfect

She is a visual masterpiece free from the canvas
She is the artist’s opus

Men weep for this Madonna
High on the pedestal; chiseled in stone for generations to fall to their knees

She is color where there is darkness
She is inspiration when humanity has lost its way

Soft hands heal
Lips soothes with words; words of comfort

Those eyes; the gateway to the soul

The journey down to the soft curves of the hips and thighs are the apex of an explorers manifest

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I am a hitchhiker on the road of life
Without a permanent home
Seeking answers each day to questions all around

I want to dive in the pool of her desire and get swallowed in the comfort of her fantasy

With her jet black hair and penetrating eyes I am captured
Captured forever in a single moment
A moment that stopped time and defined the purity of love

I look to a star; close my eyes and let her image brand into a permanent place in my memory

Leave a comment | posted in black hair, Girl, Poem, Poetry, Stranger, Writing

March 20, 2013

Remember when……Life was simpler

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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As we get older we mature, we begin to look at the world a different way and make adjustments to our perspectives. We see more value in things we didn’t see initially when we were younger and see the importance of family, respect and love.

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Still, we have undergone unprecedented change in the last ten plus years. Not as dramatic as the first light bulb and telephone but clearly we are seeing life and experiencing things in a way we have never before. As we look at our children, we consciously know, they will never know the life we have.

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Maybe it is time to sit down with the little ladies and lasses and bring on a little journey to the past when things may not have been right at our fingertips but they sure brought us happiness.

Let us talk a walk on the yellow brick road of memories.  Follow me now as we journey to a time of innocence and simplicity..

Remember when…

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    • You put a VHS tape into the VCR to watch a movie and not click a poster to stream it on Netflix

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    • You spent hours trying to figure out Rubik’s Cube instead of spelling out a word on Words with Friends once every two hours
    • A company newsletter was printed  and handed out at staff meetings and you could flip the pages and read it; not view it on the intranet site

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    • A card was made with construction paper, markers, lace and love, not an ecard from Hallmark.com
    • You wrote a note on a napkin or piece of notebook paper; not a text
    • Your appointments were written in a planner with a pen, not on Google calendar

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    • Birds weren’t angry (We love you Tweety)

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    • Apple knew how to “Think Different” and never stop “Imagining”
    • When you won the big race or scored the game winning basket, you cut out the article in the newspaper and put it in your scrapbook; not find the URL online and share it on Facebook

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    • You didn’t need Match.com or EHarmony to find a date; you walked up to a girl and handed her a piece of paper that said “Will you go out with me:  Yes or No”

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  • You stood on line for hours to purchase concert tickets at Ticketmaster for bands you idolized; not buy them online, download them and scan them at the door

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  • You sent a postcard from the amazing places you visited; not take a picture with your IPhone and Instagram it
  • When you met a boy or girl at a bar or club, you got a number on a coaster; not add them as Facebook friends and get lost in the shuffle

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  • A photo album consisted of pictures you took that you couldn’t see for a minimum of one hour; not a digital screen of images
  • A creative image of yourself was a caricature at Disney World or the shore; not an app on your IPad that takes a picture and warps it to look cool

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  • If you had an opinion, you would write an editorial and handed it in to the local town or school paper.  Then you were a blogger
  • MTV showed videos and network television had shows with plots, no celebrities and no sign of reality anywhere

Times were different.

Some argue life is better now; life is easier; life brings the world closer together.

Is it?

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I liked my friends in the neighborhood that played wiffle ball until we couldn’t see the ball anymore, playing hide and seek on eight different yards, going out for Halloween and not even needing our parents, having the door unlocked at night, riding bikes instead of riding a virtual bike on Wii, buying the first baseball cards of the season during a snow storm just so you could do it first, walking into each other’s houses and eating their food, making mix tapes for our friends and girlfriends and just enjoying things a little simpler.

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1 comment | posted in Childhood, good old days, letters, VHS, Youth

February 26, 2013

Invest in yourself…The Rewards will follow

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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How do I define the complete me? I think in order to do that, I need to break down the components of myself.

Let’s start there.

I am:

  • Family centric
  • Balance work, exercise and diet
  • Passionate about writing and my career
  • Believe in equality, individual choice and dreams
  • Focused on travel, understanding other cultures, books and films that make me think, black and white photography, unconditional friendship and creativity
  • Devoted to pursuing a life of happiness
  • Proud of my heritage
  • Love music

Now that we finished my dating profile, let us look at what I have done to invest in myself:

  • Published two complete collections of poetry, have a third on the way, five screenplays and a novel in the works
  • Continually looking at new trends and changes in my industry and how to evolve and growth with them
  • Never putting my friends or family second to anyone
  • Using the resources I have to help others when I can
  • Developing a strong brand to share my written and visual messages with others

Am I doing everything I can to reach my goal of happiness?

That is quite a question.  One that truly may take a lifetime to answer.

Let me see if I can outline some areas I am not:

  • I don’t expose myself enough.  I can go to book readings, writing groups, enter more competitions and send my works to agents to try and get more exposure
  • I can take more risks in my career.  Sometimes fear whether we see it or not plays a role in the choices or lack of choices we make
  • I can travel more.  I have been to Europe, Mexico, Alaska and most of the continental US and I have the resources to see so much more.  I need to do that.
  • I can spend more time talking to my family and spending good quality time
  • I can spend less time writing about dreams and more pursuing them
  • I can love more
  • I can find more balance with yoga, mental and physical exercise and learning things outside of my comfort zone

That was refreshing.

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I love who I am and that is a person who is flawed with a good heart, devotion to friends, families and strangers and someone that is looking to always think positive and continue to grow.

I have visibility but am I hiding behind it?:

Is that the best we can do?

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I think the bottom line is, I need to invest less in the laptop and more time to myself and the 26,000 amazing miles of frontier at my fingertips.  It all has to start with one simple step.

2 comments | posted in Brand, Family, Happiness, Love, Passion

February 13, 2013

Why do we accept the love we think we deserve…

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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Do you want to be loved or do you want others around you to find happiness at your expense?
Do you want to settle or define of a life of happiness?

These are loaded questions filled with many options.

The pursuit of love is a passionate ride filled with bumps, obstacles and for some devastation. Too take another life and grant it permission to your heart, the most fragile thing in all existence is one so many of us are hesitant to do. You never want to willingly put yourself in a bad place and if you isolate yourself from emotional vulnerability, you won’t get hurt.

But if you do not live these moments, embrace the beauty in front of your eyes and realize that life is not about infinite happiness, but about individual moments that collectively make us infinite, then you are missing out.

What is it about our inalienable unconscious decision to settle that makes us so damn cliche in our pursuit of unhappiness and boredom that sets in and manifests itself into a slow journey to death?

Do we wake up one day and decide we no longer want to try?
Do we look in the mirror and realize this is the best we will ever be?
Do we accept that time is our deep rooted enemy and no matter how hard we try, they will win?
Do we just say, screw it. You like me, so why not.

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We all deserve better
We all earned better

We are all kings and queens. That doesn’t stop when you turn six and start seeing the harsh realities of life. That little boy and girl on top of the snow hill with the whole world in front of them needs to be you, always.

Ask yourself this: What moments defined you?

  • Was it a song?
  • Was it an event?
  • Was it a movie?
  • Was it a kiss?
  • Was it a tragedy?
  • Was it a success?
  • Was it the first time you felt scared?
  • Was it a quiet moment alone in reflection?
  • Was it when you looked in her eyes?
  • Was it the first touch?
  • Was it a line in a book?

Think very hard and don’t just remember the moment; remember the feelings you had and the thoughts running through your head.  You know what those thoughts were.

They were dreams, ambitions, ideas.  All things that make us great.  You wanted to run through the fields screaming in joy.   You know this.  You can feeling it all rushing back now.

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Find that again.

  • Find the first record that made you cry and cry all over again
  • Find the first boy or girl that helped you discover love and thank them
  • Remember your greatest accomplishment and then make a list of five more better than that and achieve them
  • Make a better tomorrow for yourself
  • Find love; true love; great love; infinite love

That is when you will stop accepting the love you think you deserve and starting loving the way you are meant to.

1 comment | posted in Love, Passion, Relationship, settling, true, Uncategorized

February 12, 2013

On a Ship Home – Original Poem

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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The seas is open and vast

It is a love affair between man and water

Quenched in its moist soft waves; powerful and mighty; soothing and inviting

In this vessel, we leave the world behind

The distance is taking control as the separation of land and water is no longer black and white

Guided only by the stars, every direction becomes an abyss of unknown potential

This boat spreads like the wings of a bird flying away to new lands

Cresting each wave like lovers kissing with all the emotion and zest of unconditional unity, the vessel sores into the night

Under the moonlight, we lie watching the universe put on a blockbuster in 3D on the Imax in the sky

The boat is our bed and the sounds of the ocean so clear

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We are in an infinite moment right now where heaven and earth are now one.  It is the perfect storm where thunder, lightning, rain and winds come together to climax is complete silence

Now we breathe in with each wave in harmony and close our eyes while the boat rocks us to sleep knowing we will awaken to a new world

1 comment | posted in Poem, Poetry, sea, ships, Writing

February 10, 2013

This is Charleston – Original Poem

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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It is a rainbow of infinite memories
From the early settlers to the pioneers of tomorrow

Sailboats raise a symbol to the sky as the wind guides them off shore creating a finely stitched canvas of white clouds and ocean blue

From the tips of the church steeples reaching to the heavens to the remains of our forefathers resting in the sacred burials, Charleston is a blessing and gift

In its wonder, we are taken back in time to a cobblestone roads, horse drawn carriages and southern hospitality as sweet as the nectar on pecan pie

Once a shipping ground for slavery and inequality; now a harmonious settlement of integration, culture, dining and hospitality

Each morning, the sun rises over the harbor and welcomes a new day with open arms
Streets filled with life, the sound of music and aromas to warm the soul

This is Charleston

It is home to the world

Defining a global appeal, an artist sees a city with a marriage of nature and skyline beauty becoming one
Painting in his head a true masterpiece
Now this canvas, resting peacefully on the coast is laden in strokes of reds and blues
Always in flux as patrons pay homage to the city we love

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This is Charleston

From the laughter of the children in the fountain to the love of an elderly couple embracing on the sand, this is heart of all that is good

This is Charleston; where the heart of the south reminds you of the beauty of life

1 comment | posted in Charleston, Poem, Poetry, South Carolina

February 10, 2013

The Ballerina – Original Poem

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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A ballerina in flight lifts her dreams to the heavens,as angels play the music, composed by the ghosts of the eternal choir.

The vision of a silhouette rests on the mantle of the dance floor.

Memories of inspiration flow through her toes as a young girl takes aim to the stars.

Eloquence guides the soft fluent motion of shadows and whispers as the audience sits motionless in the auditorium of life.

The ballerina allows her soul to sing the praises of the gift of dance,
a thousand words in one motion.

She feels the emotions of all, rushing through her heart in a shower of interpretation.

With each step, a message;

With each moment, fear and trepidation are released and euphoria reigns on the soft skin of the dancer, chosen by the high powers to lift us higher.

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Without guidance, the ballerina paints strokes on the canvas of the dance floor, releasing a bellow of silent screams.

As the final spin of the body stops, the body falls.
At rest, the ballerina is complete.

The music and the ballerina are now one,
a true blessing of art.

1 comment | posted in ballerina, ballet, dancing, Poetry, Writing

February 9, 2013

Garden of Dreams – Original Poem

By Recruiterpoet - Professionalism With Flare

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Each flower a symbol of life; a metaphor of the journey of self discovery
As the sun rises on a new day, the shadow awakes to a new shade of color above
The sweet nectar of its protector spreading its wings in a tapestry of color and spectacle

Today, a chorus of roses, lilies, tulips and daffodils with sing chants accompanied by harps and music from the clouds above. It is a theater of nature’s most talented creations.

Giving life to the ground once cold and frigid
Now, the flowers extend their hand in harmony and wrap themselves around each other in warm embrace as love is defined for another season

As the cold winter packed its bags and departed, not to look back, the young offspring peaked above the shelter of the soil and slowly began to reach for the heavens and bless us with the smell of fragrant beauty

Now the journey has reached its pinnacle
Spring is here and the ambassadors have manned their posts
Observers to love; supporting players in the creation of memories

With each new kiss, a flower smiles
It is pure; it is magical; it is the virtual of the balance of life

Basking in the vehemence of the sun, this garden is a foundation of the truth in existence
It reinforces the meaning of life and gives explanation when doubt has clouded the mind

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With each smell a new flow of energy enters the body and rejuvenates

Alone a flower is fragile
Together, in a garden, it has the strength to overcome mountains

Now as I sit on this bench, an invited guest to the magical transformation of Earth’s wonders
I close my eyes and let me senses take over as the sun warms my soul and the flowers caress me with nature’s perfume

Leave a comment | posted in Earth, Flowers, garden, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Writing

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