As we climb great heights
we forget the grounds below.

Much like mountainclimbers,
people earning more money
than their friends tend to be
greedier, selfish, ignorant and egotistical.

CEOs, for example,
tend to forget those on foodstamps.
In fact, their salaries are 484 times that
of the average worker.
Helloooo 20 vacation homes!

Inequality is rising in this country
at an alarming rate.

The top 1% owns about 80%
of the wealth in our country.

What can I say?
Those few mountainclimbers
can't even look past their noses.

Such passion flows from fingers
that scale the controlled embellishments
of Chopin.
The melodies swirl in your brain
as you try to imagine caressing
the ivories with every female voice
that Chopin encountered.
Expressing profoundly the experience
of Chopin's work cannot be described
on paper.
It must be felt.
Only then will you find passion in its raw form.

Light me as your candle.
Feel my warmth surround you.
No matter where you are
my light will guide you home.

Underground,
where all is dark and dim,
rejoice in my warmth
for I am always beside you.

If I shouted into the void,
*would you answer back?

And we will dance
until the whole world
is dancing with us.

There's
           beauty
                      in
                           *silence.

My protector,
(although I don't think I need protecting)
My rock,
My soul,
is you.

P.S. I love your kiss ;)

We need to speak more in
terms of endearment.

More honeys, darlings
sweeties and dears
don't appear to be important
but they are.

Love can be so subtlely
slipped into conversation
by simply placing a
term of endearment
after the phrase
you wish to say.

I'm tired tonight, dear.
versus
I'm tired tonight.

*There is no comparison!

Dear society,

I have no "thigh gap"
nor any desire to wear makeup,
but I am still as beautiful
as the cover model on the
Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.

Make sure to include me in the next issue.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

Minds are books.
Never close them.

Mentes son libros.
Nunca los abráis.

Dear Russians,
would you mind not taking Crimea?
This is not the Cold War
nor the time of Imperialism,
so I suggest that you go back
and think empathetically about
the Ukrainians pushing to be
part of the European Union.
You must try to walk a mile in their shoes, understand?
There is no more Soviet Union
or the Iron Curtain,
so you really shouldn't be meddling
in Ukraine's affairs.
Let the revolutions play out and
what will be, will be.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

I want to drown
in your sea.

I desperately want to sit across from that
lonely man in the restaurant.
Perhaps he, too, would
enjoy my company.

Who knew that
colored paper with
dead guys' faces on it
could have the power
to influence, corrupt, and even ****.

I am a raging storm in a teacup.
Tip me over and pour me out,
but prepare to treat your burns.

Coach,
I am not perfect.
I make silly, stupid errors but
chastising me for it will
make me dig an
even deeper hole for myself.
Improvement comes with encouragement.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

Love surrounds me.
I can feel its pulsing warmth
enveloping me like an electric blanket.

Sometimes life hands you separate ingredients, but only you can take the cookies out of the oven.

We are a slew of
antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes.
Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature.
No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy.
We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos.
I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food.
Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls
but **produce.