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Bethel Erastus, PhD

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Articles

The Maze Called Life – by Barr. Yvonne

THE MAZE CALLED LIFE! This article is inspired by the depression most of us have thought our way into without even realizing the futility of the venture of having Life all figured out. In fact, the uncertainty this maze we call “life” brings, despite its frailty at the end, has sucked many into self-torture and …

Radical Rambles

Violence – The Noble Wand of Creation

Now, come you all, pray, tell, wherewithal life and evolution without violence? Wherewithal, creation without destruction? How are we supposed to advance unless we destroy the old? And, how do we elevate unless we view, with destructive disdain and creative contempt, that which is? In its place, we recreate, rebuild a glorious and enduring totem …

Poetry

In The Family of Strangers

When they demand a pattern of life and individual taste differs When the collective exists as a mosaic patchwork of norms and the one is isolated Many hearts break and men suffer in silence. The sobs of the heart heave in privacy and the closet, my palace and my fortress Down the avenues of convention, …

Radical Rambles

For These, We Have Loved…

-To be wealthy: – Be generous -To succeed: – Serve. -To laugh: – Have a sense of humor – make others laugh. -To prosper: – Be honest. -To excel: – Practice -To go far: – Get up early. -To change someone: – Change yourself. *-To be great: – Be disciplined * -To be strong: – …

Poetry

In Cyber Space

In Cyber Space Do not look for me online. I am not there. Do not call out for me in outer space.I cannot and will not hear you. Do not fire emails in all directions hoping to find me. They won’t get very far. Look again in your inbox. It says ‘address unknown”. Forget social …

Books

The Wall of Hope

THE WALL OF HOPE. The Berlin Wall came tumbling down. The summit of division no longer stands. Men now rejoice with their barriers down. For unity and purpose, all now understand. A divided people once in bondage held. They marched in isolation to the tune of discord. Now united and free from their ties, they …

Poetry

Killing Me Gently

Killing me Softly. The mirror on the wall confirmed the feeling. The blurry look on the face, staring back at me in defiance,  Was one with an appointment with the shifting sands. Confusion of all that tease. Retiring for the night, my thoughts for company. Stepping into the lane of memory and turbulence. Solitude in …

Poetry

Endlessly

Endlessly. The fruits of the morning call and the early dews of time The look on your face, peaceful. The many words unspoken. Your heartbeat in steady rhythm pacing. My trembling hands outstretched The hairs rise on the back of my neck as I observe the torso outstretched. Your thoughts, blatant on your calm face. …

Poetry

I hear You

I long to hear your voice early in the morning before the waking of dawn. To be re-assured by your presence and have my fears calmed. My ears await, with eagerness, the sweet softness of your tender tones. And, my spirit, summoned from the uncertainty of stasis, by the inspiration of your words. I want …