just wondering.

Is it logical to say that flight is comparable, not contrary to fight? 

If both are natural responses to fear and courage is not the absence of fear but rather what you do in-spite of it. Then couldn't it be construed that flight is another form of courage?

I suppose it all depends on the circumstances, but circumstances are open to interpretation, and the variable of interpretation is the human perspective.

It makes me think of one of my favorite songs by Kenny Rogers called Coward of the County. In the chorus the dad says to his son " Promise me son not to do the things I've done. Walk away from trouble if you can, it won't mean your weak if you turn the other cheek. I hope you're old enough to understand, son you don't have to fight to be a man. "

Though this circumstance is not typical, it does speak to the possibility of flight being an act of courage. If you have never heard the song, you might not know that it ends in the contrary. The son Tommy, who at his father's behest chooses flight for the majority of his life, one day chose to fight, in large part, to defend the woman he loves. 

However, the story in its entirety also brings to question the actions of the father, who, to his own detriment, chose to fight. Was he courageous by definition or was Tommy? 

And thus, my question; Is it logical to say that flight is comparable, not contrary to fight with regards to fear and courage? 

Honestly, at least as it applies to this particular story, I am inclined to believe that flight was the definition of courage. Because at the heart of Tommy's human perspective, he bore the weight of the consequences of his father's actions.

Maybe that's a stretch, but then again, maybe not.

What's your perspective?

D.V.

9.5.2026

Two paper stars

Two paper stars, a fold of dreams,

beyond the reach of youth it seems.

Wishes penned with heart, 

for one right from the start.

Two paper stars, pink and blue, 

lost inside the years still grew.

faithfully it clung, 

living but unsung. 

Two paper stars, one secret known,

in silence where two hearts have grown.

As one starts to reveal, 

the other starts to heal.

Two paper stars with hope on fire, 

relentlessly in that one desire. 

For future still unseen, 

O what does this all mean? 

Two paper stars, unfold to send, 

what yearned in silence, won't upend.

One truth in wake of tears...

two hearts entwined for years, 

as hidden love appears.

KEC

aka Deo Volente

9/5/2026

Reflection of self - thinking out loud

When you look at yourself, what or rather who do you see? 

Do you see you or the you others choose to see?

Someone said something to me the other day that cut through me like broken glass. It bothered me so much that I replayed it in my head for days. Once I got over the sting it occurred to me, not only did this person not understand me, they truly didn't know me. I realized that they interpreted me based on their perception of self. Once I came to that realization it dawned on me that they are simply human.

If you are wondering how I came to that conclusion, I will explain. 

We, human-beings, naturally learn from experiences. We formulate opinions based on information gathered through sight and circumstances. We then build on that information by adding our own likes and dislikes. For the most part this adaptive principle works, however, sometimes it can lead to preconceptions and or prejudices. Once I realized that, I took a look at myself from their eyes, walking in their shoes I guess you could say, and I understood them even better. I saw why they misunderstood me and I thought about what to do next. 

Should I adjust who I am to appease them, leave well enough alone or try to come to a mutual understanding. 

What would you have done?

I chose to leave well enough alone, does that surprise you?

Like I said before, we, human-beings naturally learn from experiences and in my experience the only way to counter a bias is to be an honest reflection of yourself because no matter what someone else chooses to see, you are the only person who knows who you are. 

D.V.

9.3.2026

Day by day

A bus seat held for one, 

present where the hurt begun.

A jacket meant to hide anguish away,

steadfast in the fractures of the day.

A silent fortress of support,

sees your value, knows your worth.

Two different umbrellas in the rain,

the subtlest reminders once again.

A meal for one disguised as two,

drawing closer still to you.

Calm that stills the racing mind,

comforting the heart all by design.

Fragments of love once lost to time,

start again, but don't rewind.

Leaving all the good and bad behind,  

unless you are convinced that love is blind.

KEC

aka Deo Volente 

8/31/26

Beginning to end

He'll be steadfast as a rock, 

go on in, no need to knock.

Lean on him, as the days go by,

because his love is destined not to die.

You should forget, he will recall,

what broke your heart winter to fall.

He will be the dream when nightmares wake,

mending all the pieces as they break.

When you're cold, he'll keep you warm,

be your shelter from the storm.

Guiding you to light when darkness calls,

he will always catch you when you fall.

You can be just who you are, 

fading sun or rising star.

With him there is no reason to pretend,

because he is your father and your friend, 

standing right beside you till the end. 

KEC

aka Deo Volente

8/31/2026

Thank you 10 & 5

The faces behind the voices, 

blurred by adult choices. 

Of flesh and blood be surely bound, 

yet bond in time cannot be found.

In truth, though miles apart, 

you're held inside my heart. 

DV

8/30/2026

Shards

A line or two both old and new, 

in brush strokes made of ink

blind, unable to think. 

Caught in the flow of things unseen

wedged between reality and dream

two faces in the mirror

shards, cracks and sliver.

Broken pieces, hard to mend

lies of a father, deceit of a friend.

Words become easy to recall

flying aimlessly above it all. 

Frozen both in time and space

for sake of soul, retreat in haste.

These shackles of the heart

prophetic and worlds apart.

Be it friend or foe beseech

the deeper the pain, the farther the reach.

These walls made out of skin

are shattered from within.

So tell me, when will we collide

within the steps of every stride.

Awake inside the day, 

seeing it that way.

When will the light blaze through like fire

to cause a misstep on that wire

that we have walked for years

in anguish and in tears. 

Two faces in one mirror see

what should have been and cannot be.

Each fragment hidden well 

inside a man-made hell. 

But heart was never turned to stone

and though a body flesh and bone

bears scars that tell the tale

this truth can tip the scale...

God's love will never fail.

KEC

aka Deo Volente

7/24/26