As I sit here typing this, I’m developing a plan to get up early in the morning to meet a writing deadline. It’s not a hard assignment. The issue is that I have just been so busy lately. AND. I. AM. TIRED. Usually, when I crank out these posts, it flows from my heart andContinue reading “I could have been…”
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Why..or rather..why not..or …
Thoughts, or Questions Rather I’m not looking for an answer only a moment to get you to say Hmmmmm… Why must people be entertained in order to get their attention? Why must blood be shed in order to get their attention? Why must your name be mentioned, or not causing your feelings to bleed outContinue reading “Why..or rather..why not..or …”
Perplexing Dreams
Not sure how to make sense of the things I have seen Even if they were only in my dreams Scenes that left marks in my waking hours Didn’t know that sleep phase had such power The places I saw as I quietly slept Years later they reintroduced themselves Not sure how this could be CouldContinue reading “Perplexing Dreams”
What’s the WHAT
Truth is … We all are trying to figure something out …with as little Pain, and more Reward as possible. You see, the difference is the “WHAT” that we are trying to solve within our lives. For example…. WHAT makes me happy?… WHAT legacy will I leave for my loved ones?… WHAT will I makeContinue reading “What’s the WHAT”
Struggle
Sometimes it feels like you have that toe on the edge of the chair…gripping at life yet it keeps wrapping itself around your neck… Inhale and exhale…it’s dark but you still see rays of light… This is not how it’s supposed to be…just need someone to show concern and help you out of.. The struggle…lovingContinue reading “Struggle”
All is well
Unsure of where my next step leads All is well Confident that the reward is behind the next door All is well Peace with uncertainty fueled by ambition All is well Chronicling thoughts because at the end I’ll have one hell of a story to tell All is well My broken pieces fit correctly inContinue reading “All is well”
I can’t do this alone
A kid with concrete tears. Hardened by the streets.. Not numb.. Only refusing to put his guard down.. Vulnerability is not an option. It’s the choice between suicide or remaining a soldier.. The tragedy of residue from decisions made by others.. Father. Unknown. Sibling. None. Mother. Addict. Prostitute. Jobless. The symbol of a vision takingContinue reading “I can’t do this alone”
Virgobeautys World 