Clifford Villaflores Biography

Who AM I?
WHO ARE YOU?
It matters who we are
I'm a MAN in EVOLUTION
Imperfect & changing
Wounded & reaching
Yet never giving up
EVOLVING
IN metamorphosis
Flowing like a poem.

LIFE. Oh what is Life?

MY LIFE.

It has been a daily struggle, of ups and downs and highs and lows. Each new day brings forth new experiences and lessons. Each living soul I meet brings forth friendship and new learnings while each new trial tempers my spirit to be a better man.

Like all living beings, I have been judged so many times. I have fallen and will continue to fall as long as I live but I’ll continually stand up to pick up the broken fragments. Like a jar molded by a skillful potter from a clay, I am an ornament of life who serves as an inspiration to some people. Like a torch that fills the dim room, I illuminate for my family so they will have light in the dark.

Though not all days are bed of roses, there are many dark times that I was wrestling with the shadows-of fear, anxiety and imperfections. Yes, each day is a struggle, a fierce struggle to become a better man like a butterfly struggling in a cocoon-in metamorphosis.

Like the dawning of the sun, I always believe there’s hope as I reach out and look above acknowledging my weaknesses and in FAITH that I cannot stand alone without HIM. That I am nothing too without HIM.

Like a melodious song that inspires me and awaken my passion to love, humming tunes of life reminding me that I was born to love you-a woman, a very special love. If we try to listen to each melody, it would serve as an inspiration, reminding me that I am not alone.

I am not alone. My FAMILY is the core of my being.

All that happens in my life is translated into POETRY.

And more than any melodious song is my passion to read and write poetry. It inflames my senses and keeps me attuned and grounded to life-that I am a human being with feelings.

Lastly, I envision someday that there will stand a place known as The Inspirational Cliff. A haven of inspiration for the rich and poor that would transcend all race, creed and religion. A place one can uncover the masks of life and act without pretenses and inhibition. A place of hope for the down trodden and depressed in life.

...my story goes on