Breathing Life

Breathe….

It seems I have to remind myself to breathe as of late. I’ve learned how easily it is to blame life. We spend our lives saying that “life” is hard. The reality is life is life, it flows and depending in what we experiencd within it, determines our view of it or perception.

I used to say that my life was always a struggle. I experienced many things that one’s head would turn or even walk the other way if they knew what I did. Yet I’ve learned that no matter what I do or have done, life goes on. Life goes on. Just saying that brings the reality of the world around you. How we follow vain pursuits and spend our lives.

This isnt to give hope or to teach something but to help people understand something, our life is short. Take time to see what you are truly living for. If it will all sink you to the bottom of the river of life or help you keep with the current. If you are just existing and not living. 

Be You


There is beauty in just being. We often forget this statement. We spend our waking lives trying to be someone or reach something. Since birth we are told we must grow to become someone. Yet we don’t all quite know who that someone is, do we?

When was the last time you looked at yourself and thought about hos unique you are? Maybe you are past your teenage years and just are quick to point put a “flaw”. We can be asked, “What do you love about yourself?”, but will our answers be as much if the question was turned to, “what don’t you like about yourself?”. 

I remember reading some where, in an article I believe, where someone was asked what they love about life. This person stated her family, friends, pets, jobs, school, even memories and when asked if she loved herself, she then realized she forgot on of the most important people, her.

Now, I’m usually that guy that discusses how being egocentric caused more harm than good, which is try, but to truly love yourself, without allowing pride to be the root of this love, it is beneficial. When you learn to love others as you love yourself, treat them as you would like to be treated, you begin to experience a whole new world. 

So I suggest this, as one who had to learn from being completely broken and finding a healthy way to love who I was, take some time for you. People may find it weird but I truly suggest going on a date with yourself, finding what you like and also enjoying being by yourself. The more you know who you are, the better you can interact with others as well as love, because you know your value as well.

It is no lie in stating that you are beautiful, each person is unique. Learn to become comfortable with who you are. It is easy to follow a standard the world states and lose yourself, but don’t let it define you. Each person is set apart to complete his own path towards the same destination in life. So learn to just be, be you.

Writing My Story

I can remember the words spoken to me by my 11th grade English teacher, “You have such a potential…keep writing.”. I never knew those words would burn into my soul in those quiet nights where I truly felt alone. 

I’ve spoken before how writing has changed me. Countless hours sitting in front of a screen pouring my soul out. I never understood why or how writer’s managed to feel such connection with their characters til now. Why every story felt so real or how you would cry by emotions, script, plays. Every word was and is a piece of them, each stroke of the keys or pen, blood or parts of their soul.

It is mind boggling to me how much I’ve grown as a writer as well. It will be a year in a few weeks since I radically changed my life. I remember starting this blog and thinking, this will be fun, people will read and get to understand me. Granted, I don’t really know how to run one but I just write and share my ideas, life, poetry, stories and ultimately about God.

It is a continuous journey for me. I love writing and coming to terms with it being a career choice is enlightening. Writing has helped escape and truly embrace what I’m going through. This is more so just sharing my thoughts about it. They say a writer’s life is lonely and I can see that happen. 

As well, I like to thank anyone who will read this. I may get busy at times and disappear for a week but I will not let anything else stop me from pursuing my goals as a writer. To those who have read my ramblings of my ex, my puns, my mind at work, Thank you. Continue to watch me grow. Be blessed.

Tales of Loves

Swaying doors bringing the genesis of a smile never forgotten. Embraced by welcoming arms not sought yet returned. Voices shared to create a song beyond time. Ever passing days of laughter and knowledge of one another, through messages delivered by hearts. An exodus towards a union never imagined in space or time. Snapping moments to draw collections of time once paired. Never forgotten…how can it be…such embrace…now just a memory. Stars speaking as if it was Destiny but now just a legend. What once was, is not. Such is the tale of lovers consumed by the sun and left alone now…in the dark.

Til Future’s Embrace

Can such eyes keep me in infinite mystery? 

Smile sending ripples upon my surface. 

Guided by hope, I embark on a new journey. 

Give me no eternal slumber by barren promises. 

My wings stripped to bring me to Earth. 

Grounded feet in memories drowned by feelings. 

Let my heart lead me to melting suns in space to orbit. 

But know I wait…

in pursuit til my future’s embrace…

I look upon you…

yet I do not…

know me now as I am…

intended…

Bring Me Close

Blackest soul, darkest tone. Riding the river styx, paying the token to charon. Broken, unspoken promises soaking in oceans. Moments revealing potent omens. Interwoven frozen heart with focus choking. Hoping to transcend beyond ends. Escaping sentences of prisons. Prisms in metrical means to measure rulers. Ruling to G-O, monopolies in policies. atrocities construed to breed hostilities in futures. Sooner is marked in treason with reason. Apart, not a part of the world, restoring pieces. Speak to me…Jesus. Give me hope amongst such times. Radiance amongst stars, eternal sign. Let the light shine, I’m yours…bring me close…

Home

I would sit as if I was seeing a play. 

Letting memories reveal the scenes with actors reciting lines of times that have passed. 

Visions spun in movement of what you believe tomorrow shall hold. 

Let me see your naked heart. 

Visible and clear, pumping in rhythm to beats of melodies I find soothing. 

Echoing the thoughts of what I considered hollow halls of people buried temples long forgotten. 

Yet I could hear the church bells ring and come to service by your words and soul. 

Show me your heart and I shall show you my own. 

From an empty casket to the one on the throne bringing me to sit in wonder of your own. 

Let me see the plans and foundations. 

And see why I call you home.