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I was in my early twenties when my first true love was found. I say "first" true love, because it was the first time the magical and bewildering world of passionate and adoring love I had long searched to find, indeed did find me. Within that time m…
I have not written in a while, there have been many things that have paused my heart to write but today is not one of those days. This big and beautiful world of ours has many ugliness's as well. Just as there are positives it seems the negatives wi…
How frail our lives truly are. Humans cannot possibly understand the rarity and complexity of life unless standing in front of the doorway of uncontrollable circumstance. And when faced with these circumstances, whatever they may be, one realizes ju…
Love,
It has long been and continues to be the greatest of topics that some try to capture and memorialize in a grand symbolic or lyrical state. This preeminent gift has been ode to many masterpieces through out life. The cause of great romances thr…
There are possibly millions of words, books, photos that can express that which has been and continues to be the never ending quest of mankind, the search of it's own purpose of existence.
Long ago, whether written upon cave walls, tablet, parchment…
Three Cards
I have long been a spiritual person in my life, always having faith in that which is and was, and shall continue to be. A purpose in life not being defined and measured by societies definitions, but my own. Miracles and divine projectio…
It often times makes me smile amusingly, as I look out my window and beyond the river, I can see the lines of traffic forming like a parade of ants heading toward their hive. One by one they march as they go, one by one whether fast or slow (sorry d…
It's often times in moments of a quiet drive where i look out to see the world in it's true "hyper drive" form.
Cars coming at me, cars going past me, motorcycles hissing past, someone's getting a run in, people getting a flight in on that plane ove…
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- I am impassioned with the gift of words which continuously surround me. I am a happily married man (35years old) A stepson who is 14. I am a sales rep in the oil and gas industry (definitely NOT my passion) and someone in seek of the answers to my life long questions. The pursuit of the ever evading truth in which I find myself asking, what is indeed the truth behind life.
I was born and raised in Alberta yet my Italian parents often found themselves taking their 4 children, I being the oldest, back and forth to Italy. None the fault of my mother, yet at times I would find myself almost blaming her for not standing up to my father for his repeated mistakes and continuous stubbornness that has left them now, 36 years later, still renting a home that belongs not to them, living in a country that my mother wants to leave. I cannot blame her, as she left a world of love and family to follow a man into a world of broken promises and lies.
None the less, here I am, following my own pursuits, desires and dreams...or at least attempting to do so. Finding myself within my own world of mistakes and uncertainties, trying to live what the everyday man calls "life of the Joneses."
However, no matter what life may bring, I have always known that my heart beats to a different drum. My hearts delight comes true in knowing that I can evade all distress, encompass my very existence in a bubble of imagination and carry myself off to a world of perfect alignment and inner joy when words perform for me as an orchestra would an audience. Playing a ballad of unmeasured tone and clarity, simply revealing it's inner core of truth and tranquility within by simply letting go and pressing through by spoken or written word. <-----This entire description of myself believe it or not, simply came within moments, felt within my heart, described with words I simply feel all around me. And that is my gift, the gift of words that I feel and see in which I am able to create a poem or song in moments. for that is what life is.....but a moment.
(some of the websites below host some of my poetry such as Oprah and Ellen, please have a look and let me know what you think.
P.B
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- http://www.oprah.com/community/thread/88989
Precious
It is as though we have found,
that which we knew we would come to find,
this place in time, this moment of truth and understanding.
How is it that we have come to understand that which is ourselves,
Yet all that we have come to learn,
Through suffering or self teaching,
understanding the very place that we were made,
created for the light of that which was dark,
to be seen through the never ending shadows and felt
with the fingertips of His delight.
Here we stand,
virtually untouched by splendor that He has surrendered,
yet washed with the cloth of interrogative suspicion,
His creations have become,
He laughs,
as a mother would her precious infant child as it gently flails
when it is being changed.
We flail,
at the understanding of that which is truth,
we resist,
for it is our independence that repels the dependence of that which is,
His love,
We,
the precious.
-Peter Borriello
that which we knew we would come to find,
this place in time, this moment of truth and understanding.
How is it that we have come to understand that which is ourselves,
Yet all that we have come to learn,
Through suffering or self teaching,
understanding the very place that we were made,
created for the light of that which was dark,
to be seen through the never ending shadows and felt
with the fingertips of His delight.
Here we stand,
virtually untouched by splendor that He has surrendered,
yet washed with the cloth of interrogative suspicion,
His creations have become,
He laughs,
as a mother would her precious infant child as it gently flails
when it is being changed.
We flail,
at the understanding of that which is truth,
we resist,
for it is our independence that repels the dependence of that which is,
His love,
We,
the precious.
-Peter Borriello
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In inner peace lay your strength
I was in my early twenties when my first true love was found. I say "first" true love, because it was the first time the magical and bewildering world of passionate and adoring love I had long searched to find, indeed did find me. Within that time my world became all I had ever imagined it could be. I finally followed my hearts compass to its glorious destination, home. However, youth gives no attention to commonsense, nor does it sway from heart logic even when the mind logic show's otherwise.… Continue
Posted on August 20, 2009 at 1:12pm —
words to be found
I have not written in a while, there have been many things that have paused my heart to write but today is not one of those days. This big and beautiful world of ours has many ugliness's as well. Just as there are positives it seems the negatives wish to follow. I have learned over the past while that unless you observe the battle within you without letting your emotions carry you deeper, you can truly be lost within moments of uncertainty.
Yet of this I am certain.
I am certain that no matter… Continue
Yet of this I am certain.
I am certain that no matter… Continue
Posted on August 5, 2009 at 6:30pm — 1 Comment
Love, It has long been and continues to be the greatest of topics that some try to capture and memor…
Love,
It has long been and continues to be the greatest of topics that some try to capture and memorialize in a grand symbolic or lyrical state. This preeminent gift has been ode to many masterpieces through out life. The cause of great romances through time as well as devastating wars eclipsing the planet, all for the sake of love.
Often times humanity forgets this precious gift ad the meaning behind that which evolves us beyond that of earthly beast. The emotional connection of affection. And… Continue
It has long been and continues to be the greatest of topics that some try to capture and memorialize in a grand symbolic or lyrical state. This preeminent gift has been ode to many masterpieces through out life. The cause of great romances through time as well as devastating wars eclipsing the planet, all for the sake of love.
Often times humanity forgets this precious gift ad the meaning behind that which evolves us beyond that of earthly beast. The emotional connection of affection. And… Continue
Posted on May 14, 2009 at 2:24pm —
Three Cards
Three Cards
I have long been a spiritual person in my life, always having faith in that which is and was, and shall continue to be. A purpose in life not being defined and measured by societies definitions, but my own. Miracles and divine projections have never been a stranger to me. In the times of my inner most keening, I have been overtaken by the sensations of serene calm and freeing luminescence that within it's embrace, explaining itself to me as a protective force, my angels.
At a fairl… Continue
I have long been a spiritual person in my life, always having faith in that which is and was, and shall continue to be. A purpose in life not being defined and measured by societies definitions, but my own. Miracles and divine projections have never been a stranger to me. In the times of my inner most keening, I have been overtaken by the sensations of serene calm and freeing luminescence that within it's embrace, explaining itself to me as a protective force, my angels.
At a fairl… Continue
Posted on April 28, 2009 at 1:47pm —
The beating heart of the city
It often times makes me smile amusingly, as I look out my window and beyond the river, I can see the lines of traffic forming like a parade of ants heading toward their hive. One by one they march as they go, one by one whether fast or slow (sorry didn't mean for that to rhyme!) Not the cold nor the snow that flurries, stops them from their intended destination. And as I gaze to pan the surroundings I can see other roads filled with the same intent, all marching to the same song of work. "Honk,… Continue
Posted on April 22, 2009 at 3:15pm —
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