Diane M. Bazail

Before my thoughts are conveyed across to those who read my blog, “I love elephants.” Because this creature seen before you is absolutely ceremonious in stance. I know I’ve written about elephants before yet look at him; he’s totally mind-blowing and triumphant; his presence if given the chance to experience in persona must be monumentally regal and stunning. Yes, he’s intimidating, and has the ability to become barbaric in the flinch of an eye yet; its how he must be, there’s no other recourse in the matter.

His Majesty the King of Africa is impressively walking through the South African savanna, rugged and secure. Notice his head how elevated and renowned, as if awaiting his royal crown. The king amongst all others is mindful that he’s definitely first class, nothing can disturb his stance. Heavenly reign will soon commence, as the sky somewhat begins to resemble the Kings leathery shade of grey. Soon, the roar of thunder will be heard, followed by white lighting, just like the color of his ivory tusks. He’s fully cognizant of his surroundings, for the breeze and temperature has dropped. The King is feeling the moisture and change now, as nature transforms the indigenous air. Nonetheless he’s unstoppable, continuous in search of his matriarch.

“…I love this undomesticated picture; it’s where The King belongs. So let’s keep him privileged and polished.”

-Diane M. Bazail

http://www.animalrightsafrica.org/

“Over time, it can cause lack of energy and vitality Mr. Andersen,” said the nurse in hospice. “That small roll of tobacco is treacherous; it claimed my lungs and steadily turned them into a sticky paste,” replied Sebastian. The nurse gave him a slight tap on the shoulder and walked away after changing his oxygen tank, aware that his days are surely numbered.

“It’s sad how you were not able to view the gunk you’ve created over the years,” mentioned Sebastian’s wife Ethel. “Every puff inhaled has taken you a step closer to your greatest ensemble, “your casket” ignorant husband of mine. “Remember how I always mentioned that to you Sebastian, but you just never listened to me. Always walking around the house and filling it with that horrible retched stench, complaining about my constant bickering and nagging. “Now you and your casket will become very well acquainted, best friends for all eternity,” she continued on to say. But wait, there’s more…

“Why are you treating me like this Ethel, I’m dying,” mentioned Sebastian. “Well,” she said; I’ve finally hit the jack-pot thanks to you, and the sad part of all this is; I never smoked a day in my life… I’ve been diagnosed with emphysema Sebastian, due to your smoking addiction.

 “…are you aware that tobacco takes away something dear and precious from you? It’s called time. Therefore the Reaper has finally arrived to claim your head as his own, are you ready?”

-Diane M. Bazail

http://www.cancer.org/

“…Always settle for something, and never choose nothing, because although you can’t see nothing at all; it’s there, hoping for you to make that mistake and select it instead. Therefore have a preference, a choice, a plan, a strategy, and ultimately the outcome will lead you to decide in something.”

“…Because nothing shares no common interest or inspires to anything at all, which leads you down the path to nowhere, which is nothing to begin with.”

-Diane M. Bazail

“…The Guardian Ad Litem noticed her appointed child Eric, was surely pleased, he was filled with utmost relief, for trepidation was no longer a concern, his reprieve, no longer stifling. Therefore, they both sat underneath Eric’s favorite tree house, on a warm inviting day and discussed important events.  Over time, their rapport unfolded, Guardian became comfort, alleviated his despondency and low spirits.

“Eric,” stated his Guardian, “you do know that ominous shades of gray will never permeate over vibrant blue?” Of course, Diane knew Eric was unable to understand her question, so she reiterated by stating the following, “During moments of despair, when you feel sweet child; as if you’re consumed by the darker side of your nightmares, remember that somber thoughts permeate, and consume solely if given entry. I’ll never have you sting at the hands of distress, for I have become your voice, to support and keep unscathed.”

-Diane M. Bazail

http://guardianadlitem.org/ 

1-866-341-1GAL

For those of you, who have been contemplating a rapid tornado at sundown, please reconsider such dark clouded thoughts. Cast away that ominous moonlit shadow that surrounds you, and fill yourself with daylight symphony.  I assure you, from this day forth, we will journey alongside each other, discovering purpose, meaning, and reflection. Moving forward and becoming that golden autumn field, immersed with the drive of continuance.

However, you must help me; I’m unable to do this alone. We must transform and together, become collaboration. Stay with me, and I promise my student, we will see stars from sky to distant river. Remember, you have decided to dedicate yourself to enter a place of evening glory. ITT Tech has presented itself to you as your gateway, filled with opportunity for growth. Look, the door is open now, no longer dead-bolted and chained; you’re free from frivolous restrictions. This means, you can begin to fly with the wind, rather than against it.

My message to you is this; you’re here now along side me, never having to sit upon broken wings. I’ll simply fill you with fortitude, for it will become your resting page in the sky. Your endurance will never flicker out.  You’ll always view shades of lavender skies which beckon prosperity. Did I mention your brightest star will always shine? Yes, I know the road can become quite perilous however; I will never have you lose your vibrant luster. Simply embrace it, as a means to attain.

Together, we will strike adversity with your mighty hands, and claim your right to dreams and affluent endeavors. Having this said, keep in mind that tolerance through positive thought, brings a vision of victory.  Therefore the answer to achievement proclaims two words; don’t quit.

Diane M. Bazail

ITT Technical Institute-Miami Campus

School of Criminal Justice

http://www.itt-tech.edu/programs/

“…If you listen in silence, confusion will not grip you; allowing your future to unfold. It will cause you to tower above all others, providing direction, like a Ruler’s Crown and Scepter.”

-Diane M. Bazail

 “Corona y Cetro”

“…Si usted escucha en silencio, la confusión no te agarra, permitiendo que su futuro se desarrolle. Te hará sobresalir por encima de todos los demás, proporcionando dirección, como una corona y el cetro de gobernante.”

-Diane M. Bazail

He looks at the golden flask which is wrapped in it’s distinct label, with sheer adoration; as if mesmerized. Viewing it like something to whom his innermost secrets can be confided to. Sometimes while he sits there and drowns himself with this flammable intoxicating fluid, he truly believes this fermenting substance is his family, his life, and his best friend. 

Drink in moderation you say?

How can they, when an addict is bound to alcoholic servitude! 

You can’t possibly look at that glass set before you, and tell me that you are not aware they claim it to be their entire world? Because they do, all four ounces of it; while the rest is diluted in water.

Sometimes, in order to see how habitual and excessive alcoholism can be, and how it claims an individual as its own property while enslaving them; the drink no longer allows the alcoholic to live his life; given that the problem is always seen from the outside in. Because they, the surrenderer to the product in question; is not aware they drink a formidable substance. Claiming the one who is slowly growing critical inside, and taking their breath with every sip they ingest. Because the one who is consuming the legalized beverage; does not wish to unveil the truth and see it, because they can’t. Therefore who ultimately pays the price by suffering great anguish; while the one they love is slowly caving in and dying inside?

Family… Because usually, all that family can do, is horribly watch the loss and deprivation that is unfolding before them, as this devious and vile liquid claims their most treasured keepsake, sending the alcoholic to their final destination.

Drink responsibly?

“…Think about that slogan, for just a brief moment.”

-Diane M. Bazail

“…It all begins with this.”

“…I wish to thank the Dean of ITT Technical Institute, Dr. F. Kouyate, for deeply conveying her thoughts and concerns regarding the damaging effects that any alchoholic beverage can impose, which of course can be construed to be disabling. Therefore through you, if I am able to convince one individual, I have reached countless and many others. Once again, thank you for this piece.”

Regarding the Families: 

I’m aware that pain through suffering is great, and sometimes there is no place for it. Therefore use it, become aquainted with it, learn it’s demise, pretend to be it’s friend. In doing so, it will make you mighty and potent, totally forceful. Trust me, there will come a time, where pain will fear you, instead of you fearing it.

This piece is dedicated to you, those families who struggle on a continual basis, as they try to unchain and free their loved one from alcoholism.   My heartfelt thoughts and warm embrace are with you always.

-Diane M. Bazail 

http://www.aa.org/

Alcoholics Anonymous

During play time she lies there staring at her parents, upon whom baby love seems fragile to them both no doubt. However, they are unaware that she is a piece of forged work, not easily yielded to divide or separate what she has caused. For Baby love is specifically designed to provide a joining force that bonds, interconnecting to form a striking massive ligature; an interlacing knot that has been bound by mighty hands. Whose hands? Baby love’s parents…

 Keep in mind, that those hands will not easily be broken or dismantled. Yes, she’s so small yet; draws to stand firm and solid, keeping her parents warm attachment together. Her sweet smile at times seems like a privilege, like looking into the brightest and rarest star. Love between the three grows like a fortress, that I assure you… solid and impenetrable. Her sugary expression inspires to proclaim an amorous act, one that will never cause disaffection, always being her parent’s glow of constant radiant light.

-Diane M. Bazail

http://www.marchofdimes.com/

There are countless and many individuals, like the one seen before you, right here in this photograph… that should be referred to as, “lost souls.” People that dwell in the forefront of society lingering, as if far away in thought; not knowing where their next foot step will hit solidified ground.

Those who are seemingly distressed in spirit go about their daily life and routine, trying to find some form of happiness or peaceful resolution in some desolate corner on the: “boulevard of somber downcast.” Little do they know, that finding that truce and state of contentment lies within; deep inside themselves, a place where only they can ultimately tap into, and no one else enter.

“…I say this because who better to support and favor, than yourself?” Although it’s understood that some people can’t do it alone.

Therefore it’s imperative that one’s negative stride be severed, (just like her’s should) becoming the only way the therapeutic process will begin.

-Diane M. Bazail

USA National Suicide Hotline

1-800-Suicide (784-2433)

http://www.suicidehotlines.com/

“…Look at the mastodon, the possessor of the Ivory Tusks. He’s a solid structure, fierce, potent, and far greater than average; holding no known predators other than man. For him, nothing will become intrusive, harmful or damaging. Not even the so called “King of Beasts” will challenge him, nothing stands in his way…

 The monumental stature he holds firm is indeed sizable and astronomical, as this creature of vast proportion; has no idea what fear entails.

Truly making him, The King of Africa.

-Diane M. Bazail

“…by the way, I love elephants.”

http://www.elephants.com/

“…and the Lord said, when filled with life’s fluster; sit on my rock, the place I’ve created for you, and release your anxiety here; and allow me to capture it. I’ll simply have it become like the mist seen before you, see how it slowly disappears.  If you heed my advice, and do as I say and not question me; before the sun breaks my horizon and fills the sky with my light for you, you’ll be relieved of your inner conflict and pain. Therefore believe in me while not shedding an ounce of doubt, and it shall be done.”

“..I love this type of photograph, as it truly captures the essence of my spiritual side to create. Out of the countless and many pieces I’ve written, this type of authorship is preferential to me.”

-Diane M. Bazail

“angel’s eyes”

Presented to: 

Miami Children’s Hospital

 http://www.mch.com/

This little one besieged me, holding me hostage; that I must profess. He stated, “Write something about me Diane, I would like to know what you see inside my Angel Eyes.” “I’m so curious; please do so,” he said, “because I would like to know what I’ve caused you to create. Also, promise me that when you’re finished, you will give this to my mommy and daddy because my heart is filled with intense love for them.” After such a request, turn away from him I could not, because his candied look apprehended me, surely captured and placed me in a state of written handiwork.

Mind you, Angel Eyes is like viewing the tallest rising summit, although he may seem small and fragile, his power to persevere is great, it’s the message he conveyed to me just now … I believe it to be an affirmation, that the eyes hold the secret to one’s inner soul. Look deep enough, and the glance he’s providing will begin to carry a message.  Since I’m correct regarding the matter, what are his eyes telling you? “Look at them for a moment, go ahead.” What is his silent power of vision invoking? Strength!

 First, he has an appearance that befits, directing your attention towards him; totally magnetic. Angel Eyes is a symbol of what every child represents, “which one,” would be your next question. Easy, he’s the epitome of pristine clean hands. Blameless, guiltless, and holds the true declaration to the meaning of innocence, the reason why children are the Lord’s favorite. Wickedness dares not enter him, doesn’t even pass him by because it fears Angel’s Eyes, for he holds an unvarnished soul, essence in purity of spirit. Yes, he may be small, but the Lord is holding him firmly with his righteous hands.    

“…That is what your photograph conveyed to me sweet little one, and now; I will fulfill my promise to you.”

 Written by:

-Diane M. Bazail

-Joseph Girado

ITT Technical Institute, Miami-Campus

School of Criminal Justice 

“…Mommy and Daddy, now that Diane is finished, I wish for you to know that I will heal, it will take time but please, be strong for me because it’s what I truly need from the both of you. I understand that as I lie here, you feel broken inside, perhaps even shattered somewhat. However, I ask a favor of you, a request I know you both will keep. During times upon which your body is in conflict with your soul, just think of the Lord, and he will have you both come into accordance, and remove your  pain. The reason I say this, is because he himself came to me in my dreams and told me so.”

I can’t do this without you.

Love,

Angel Eyes

 Ms. Mayra Muntaner

Program Chair for Health Information Technology. 

“…and then he said, “now that you have decided to open the door, and turn from your fleeing ways; welcome home child and do enter, for we have plenty to discuss, much to partake. You have strayed away from me for far too long.  Come in I say; fear not your creator; but be weary of pain and suffering because it lingers in every marred corner of existence. If you keep me inside your heart, even when you walk and travel, all will be well with you. Remember, I am the one who has risen, and given your soul light, to ignite and remove fearful obscurity.”

http://www.1800runaway.org/

National Runaway Switchboard

1-800-786-2929

Shattered face of innocence, I’m aware of your broken soul.  I see how you stand there in the dark, your stare although blank and hollow speaks volumes to me. Although you can’t speak; for fear of another lashing, your pain has sent me your message. The ache you feel knows that the one who inflicts your cause to become emotionally and physically numb is standing behind you in the shadows, he’s trying to hide from me; but I know he is there, “I can see him.” 

Through your eyes I see, you’ve been incarcerated by this child slayer and tortured for far too long. I’ve come for you now, although I’m unable to erase your merciless past; I’ll be removing you from this house of horrors, and taking you to a place of forgotten pain and conflict.

 “…Don’t worry about him, he’s my problem now; I’ll be back for him later.”

-Diane M. Bazail

http://www.capsli.org/hotlines.php

Florida Child Abuse Hotline

1-800-96-Abuse

Lady in waiting sits immobilized atop the bathroom counter, “no one cares because it’s somebody else’s problem,” she cried. “Silence and violence seem to make quite a pair,” she continued on while sobbing throughout the morning snared and tied to his net. “I wish for someone to free me from this tainted love.”

“All she can do when released is scream, although she knows no one will come.”

“His fists pound her thought process while he beats her; all I ask is for him not to be so cruel, doesn’t he realize, he’s stronger than me?”

“It Hurts,” she cried, “but I’ve learned to release the pain from my body; perhaps this is home-made violence? I feel so numb, but I also realized that there is nowhere else for me to go, no where to run, no place to hide. If I ever do find the courage to leave, what then? he’ll just find me, looking through every crevice on earth, only to be lured back into his demising ways. 

“…Usually, it’s precisely what happens, she finds excuses not to leave, instead of thinking of ways to escape.”

-Diane M. Bazail

“Eventually I believe he’ll change, she said… I just need to have patience. This is just a way he releases his anger, he knows of no other way. What else can I say,  I love him to death.”

You’re referring to this type of love right? Because it’s where you’re headed.

 -Diane M. Bazail

“Domestic Violence, the pain and suffering can stop here.” 

 http://www.fcadv.org/centers.php

“Lucy, turn around and look at me,” stated the Lord.“You can’t do this anymore, you’re withering away before me, and the body I’ve given you has nothing left to barter with, nothing left to exchange.”

The reason why I haven’t taken your last breath brittle child, is because your work here on earth isn’t done yet, you still have much to do for me, much to teach and inspire. There are times, that I must choose certain individuals to bid my work, and you are one of them Lucy.” 

“I don’t understand what you’re saying my Lord,” she said, “how can I, when I’m unable to care for myself?” “that’s because you’ve given me your answer before thinking or even speaking of it my frail child. The reason? I know you more than anyone else Lucy, even more than how you perceive to know yourself.  You’ll hear your words to me in a minute, give it time, and your plea will come very shortly…”

  “My shriveled rose,” he continued on…” as she sat there in solice, on that cold stool accompanied by her blank stare, the Lord said… “there is no higher degree in physical outer beauty; no text book or guide line that indicates how an individual should look like, that is the reason why I’ve created uniqueness, and instilled that amongst humankind, because being different, in itself is a gift. Perfection doesn’t exist Lucy, as mortal men have their own trait regarding what being pretty and handsome is.”

“Father hear me, please understand my situation, I feel so uncomfortable inside my own skin, even my bones are bothersome. Today I noticed that my hair isn’t as shiny as it used to be in fact, it’s falling off, I’m almost bald! Last night, I couldn’t sleep because my severe stomach ache kept me awake. I’m always so horribly cold and exhausted. I’ve lost the liveliness my eyes once had, the vigor my body once possessed, and my teeth look so unsightly.” She started to cry before the Lord and said, “I’m so ugly, I can’t believe I’ve done this to myself, please forgive me father; I’ve been so ignorant and foolish, look at what I’ve done to the body you’ve given me.

“…The Lord just allowed Lucy to vent her frustration and disbelief, knowing fully that he already advised her that it was not her time to go. He remained tentative and ever so vigilant; listening to his child complain.” -Diane M. Bazail

 I do say this… “if I was given the chance Father,  to start over and help those who suffer the same fate as my own, they wouldn’t take this vile and dreadful path I’ve chosen for myself, but it’s too late for me; I can feel it.”

“Are you hearing yourself speak Lucy,” said the Lord, “remember what I mentioned earlier, how I heard your plea before it ever entered your mind, and as to why your time hasn’t come?” “Yes,” answered Lucy, “you did mention that to me earlier, and now I understand.”

  “All this time you were aiming at perfection, to be flawless and impeccable. When in reality, you were just doing the complete opposite, transforming yourself into the very thing you’ve been wanting to avoid, “imperfection.”

“Last night as you almost drowned in your own tears because you seemed unable to lift your head off the pillow, I heard your faint whisper; you called out to me wanting to change, to get better and help others. So here I am Lucy, your time has come for me to return the body I once gave you a long time ago.”

Go now, I’ve freed you of your torment.Give others the hope and inspiration to break the chain of bodily servitude and seek the help they need to heal from the inside out. You’ve been down that dark and narrow road Lucy; felt such relenting pain. I know you’ll do your best, and your decision will be wise and forthright. 

This is Cynthia’s story, one of many cases and different forms of child abuse…Cynthia had a stomach virus; she was taken to the Doctor. The nurse stated to her parents, “she is to have a very bland diet for the next three days; as vomiting can cause dehydration.” Mind you Cynthia was already starving; she hasn’t been able to keep any food down. “Nurse,” her mother stated, “she hasn’t eaten since the night before, is this a cause for concern?” “No,” answered nurse Megan, “just give her some unsalted soda crackers and four ounces of water or sprite when you arrive home today, she’ll be alright until the following morning.” Cynthia wasn’t happy about the food restriction and her father noticed. He said, “you heard the nurse, crackers and water until morning.”

She hated him with every fiber in her being, Cynthia decided to just block him out; didn’t care what he said. When they finally got home, her mom started cooking, she was making chicken soup. The aroma reached Cynthia’s room; it was teasing her, making her stomach cramp even far worse than before. Her father was watching television in the living room with her other two siblings; he saw that Cynthia went to the kitchen to see her mother.

“Mom,” she said… “please let me just have a spoonful of soup; I’m so hungry. Those crackers didn’t do a thing for me, at the rate I’m going, I feel like passing out. “Cynthia,” she said, “you heard what your father said, crackers and water until morning.” Her mother saw the look of desperation on her face and quickly gave Cynthia half a cup of chicken broth to drink. “Hurry,” mentioned her mother, “I don’t want your father to see you.” When she finished drinking the soup, she washed it down with a bit of water. She gave her mother a big hug and told her she was going back to her room. When she exited the kitchen, her father was standing there waiting for her.

“You had soup didn’t you Cynthia,” he said. “Yes I did,” was her reply. She just looked at him wishing he were dead. Her father took her by the arm, went back into the kitchen and told her mother to serve Cynthia. “She’s going to eat the whole thing; all of it, and if you throw-up; you’re going to eat that too, you hear! Everyone sat to have dinner, including Cynthia; the table was surrounded by silence, as a pin drop could be heard from miles away. Cynthia sat across from him, and he told her to start eating.

Her mother couldn’t do much; she just sat, listened, and watched what was going on. Before Cynthia finished eating; she threw-up the soup right into the bowl. Her father looked up and had the most hideous grin on his face and said, “you wanted to eat right? Eat it again Cynthia. If you vomit while eating what you threw up just now, you’ll eat it again as well!” She knew the consequence if she didn’t comply to his demand, “if I don’t eat the soup, the beating will come.”

 Therefore she looked at the so called soup, and listened to her thoughts, ”I’m not sure if I’ll be able to remove myself from the pain today, I’m too sick to go through that.” And so she ate the emesis, until the bowl had nothing left to offer her.

-Diane M. Bazail 

“…There is a great difference between fearing your “parent” and respecting them. Maybe Cynthia’s father didn’t know the difference? Still, it was no excuse.”

http://www.capsli.org/hotlines.php

Florida Child Abuse Hotline

1-800-96-Abuse

Take this moment and observe what has transpired here in this photograph, I believe its interesting to see. My interpretation, what it imparts… You’re looking at two different and distinct species ladies and gentlemen, yet they divide the appropriate portion of one flower to each other, even though they are absolutely dissimilar and totally contrasting.

“…If two insects, which are genetically unequal are able to do this, to both come into a compromise, respect a boundary and share; why is it seemingly difficult at times for humankind to do the same, when we are indistinguishable, not different in any way.”

-Diane M. Bazail

http://www.aclu.org/

Baby rose is like providing spring love, the reason why the rainbow paints everything so beautifully, enhances every shade of midday June, and enlightens her parent’s soul with the essence of heaven. Baby rose captures tender dreams, believes in golden sunsets and builds bridges to hold onto forever amber skies. Baby rose can turn her whispers into a timeless song filled with childlike graces, which keep both her parents’ frame of everlasting love unselfish, loyal and strong. Yes, although small, baby rose is a warm attachment, which solidifies and holds her source of origin firm and persistent.

-Diane M. Bazail

http://www.jdchf.org/

Look at those sunflowers, what is that painting saying to you? It’s saying that each of those flowers conversed until the arrival of sunlit morning, aware that our brightest star can become unforgiving at times. Their peaceful interlude did finally pay a grieving visitation, to claim each and every withering bud today. Therefore the wind decided to intertwine each and every dry petal, and allowed the melancholic form of saddened communication to begin.

“…Until the last dying petal; finally did fall, horrible isn’t it?”

-Diane M. Bazail

Do you know that imposters roam everywhere? Of course they do… People such as this are in every place, crevice, and in every lingering corner, just waiting to strike like the serpent pictured below. (It’s always the one you least expect; trust me).This type of fake is stealthy though; because he uses others to commit his trickery for his own self-gain. Guess what? There’s probably one next to you right now, so be weary. This type of two legged creature has you believe they’re, “the genuine article.”  Thing is, people such as this is the reason why garbage has an offensive smell.

“…Careful now, don’t let the rankness of his funk disable you.”

 -Diane M. Bazail

“…Sabrina finally understood how he’s able to walk without interruption, because evil has no face, no form of identity. Wickedness doesn’t need one.”

-Diane M. Bazail

This picture is gorgeous, it clearly depicts nature’s candlelit morning, although I’m aware these particular sunflowers have finally met their demise, delicacy will bloom and rise once again. It’s the logic that holds  why they leave their blueprint behind.

You may ask, “Diane, why do your eyes see brilliance and beauty?” Simple, just see past the undesirable and the ugly while viewing each and every burnt bud before you, and your thoughts will present vibrant new ones in their place.

-Diane M. Bazail

“You can try,” stated the one who reigns mighty and tall over its adversary, “yet you know better,” said the king. “You know not to mess with me because you’re decrepit and impotent in my presence. Do understand that you’ll never have me stumble. So go off and play with your catnip somewhere else and don’t waist my time. For if you decide to charge and test my strength,” he continued on to say, “demise will become your companion for all eternity because with a single blow; I’ll have you wish you never entered my domain.

Humanity claims you are the, “king of beasts,” however, my suggestion to you, find your meal elsewhere kitty, for we both know I am truly the king of Africa,” he announced valiantly, “not even you… the so called overruling Lion will ever claim conquest over me.”

“…Except humankind, shameful isn’t it.”

 -Diane M. Bazail

http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/elephants/poaching.html

“If I were to define treachery,” said Sabrina, “what shall I say?” “I would say that treachery involves dishonesty, creating a vile fabrication in hopes that the defamation will cause the innocent in question principled damage. For example, like spreading poison onto others regarding someone else when in fact, its a lie,” she said. “This clearly shows how loose and corrupt that particular individual’s soul is, totally nauseating if you were to ask me.”

Do you know what they say if you disobey the rules regarding ethical standards, “sir”?

Physically, you may not end up incarcerated behind these marred walls pictured before you. However, your character will… guaranteed.

-Diane M. Bazail

“…It was difficult not hearing from you

today. So tomorrow, when you ask me how much I missed you, I would have you count each and every freckle on this red lily. Only then, will you know how much I did.”

-Diane M. Bazail

This photograph brings a feeling of interlaced incarceration wouldn’t you agree? I’m simply conveying my interpretation of it, nothing more.

Take this moment to notice each joining point of origin on this fence line, as it keeps you tied and bound from where one truly wishes to be. This divide keeps you in place, joined closely to everything inside it, to all the things you wish and want to desperately avoid. It fastens, binds and secures anything that draws breath in an utmost primal way. It has a way of awakening your primitive senses, removing good judgment and the ability to reason in a civil manner.

“…I found this picture too restraining, didn’t like it.”

-Diane M. Bazail

“…He has me tied in a complex knot,” mentioned Siobhan, “that I don’t know how to release.”

-Diane M. Bazail

“Tiredness consumes and drains emotional stability,” thought lady de Soleil, as she lay there making snow angles by the river front, feeling its texture through her fingers, “soft as cotton,” she mentioned.  “Sadness creeps up slowly and steadily my winter arbor, wanting to remove what little peace and happiness I have left.” Although it has not been aforementioned, this lady of long brown curly locks has the impression to realize that her jar of empty hearts resembles her barren expressionless demeanor. “I’m numb; sometimes not even knowing what I’m touching anymore,” she cried, “it’s difficult oftentimes to keep up with my performing act, I’m tired of this leading role I play.” She stood and sat by the river, looking at her dispirited reflection. “I feel vacant, like I’ve entered the land of acquired destitution. When will my soul be freed? Released from listlessness and dejection. The mountainous terrain seeks conversation with me,” mentioned Siobhan, “to try and remove my unfurnished thoughts yet, I prefer to avoid its majestic whispers.”

How long will Siobhan de Soleil sit there within the snowflakes, embraced and consumed by the wilderness of frost? Perhaps until the sky decides to make truce with the sun, and change its lavender shade to a golden one. Hopefully, their agreement will happen soon if not, she’ll be claimed by the winter forest, never to be seen or heard of again.

“…Heartwrenching piece, wouldn’t you agree?

-Diane M. Bazail