Other people’s writings are better than mine; Yes, it’s true. Undeniably better – still I write, not in hopes I’ll ever be similar, Only because my self-expression is a primary lifeline – Buoy in the mercurial seas of uncertain chaos.
Other people’s writings are better than mine; Yes, it’s true. Undeniably better – still I write, not in hopes I’ll ever be similar, Only because my self-expression is a primary lifeline – Buoy in the mercurial seas of uncertain chaos.
I beast.
Because, running a blog while working, parenting, and wifing full-time, while holding it all together?! Hello. It me. 👋🏾
Not bragging, just proud of myself and how far I’ve come, compared to who I once was.
I put it to my lips, inhale – Suddenly, a brand new world full of color and light, Gaia and her decolletage glowing graciously; Seasoned hostess of all life’s natural events; Mini festivals, Celebrations of existence everywhere we are… If only we made more time to keep time’s capricious pace, even if just for the …
My heart writes in invisible ink; You can’t see its lingo with simply a naked eye, but you can feel its songs if you get close enough… If you only touch, you’ll find the drumbeats your fingertips are always playing and the rhythms our souls dance to.
How can the sky be the limit When the galaxy is limitless And the universe infinite?
I was once a totally different person In an entirely different place than this. Once, when I was… Ignorant.
Don’t be so heavy, drop those burdens you bear… They’re not yours to carry alone; Your humanity is your heroism- but even heroes can’t save them all. I’ll lift you lighter – some of these cannot stay. All you have to do is release them, let them go. And this time, breathe only to free yourself …
People told me, “You can’t,” for so long, that I thought I could; Eventually, like that little engine, I just knew I would. So I guess people were totally correct, there’s really nothing I can’t do when I focus my mentallect.
I am not okay… …but I guess I’ve wanted to be for so long that I pretended I was. I function. And often, I’m even happy; Smiles, rare conversation – y’know…pleasantries. But when I look at my life, I realize how many of the things I own first belonged to someone else’s collection – of …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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