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.

Overcoming the Tides


Hmm…it would seem as of late I have had a couple of problems that vex me. You could say it is a collection of the trivial ordeals I have swept away before. I’ve tried to “keep up” with the times, yet it is always a puzzle to me why I can’t really stay focused. I’ve undergone my own versions of a digital purge, erasing any ounce of existence to the very pixels on a screen, in the “web”. I would like to think that once one is snared or caught, there really is no escaping. 

Now, I’m not one to simply give up or become stuck when an issue presents itself. I’ve had to learn and grow as I continue on in life. Every step I take leads me to a better understanding of what I must do. Such was the case when I decided to hop back on social media, to help me network and promote my blog or my work. Yet again the attacks are made on my conscious and I’m plagued with a feeling of losing myself. 

As of late I have also not been in my best shape. It seems that I seem a bit “off”. Only my best friends seem to notice that I have detoured. It could all come down to what is really going on in my heart. A major shifting of times with my thoughts being the vehicle, riding the oceans of emotions. I seem a bit, confused. I can’t really make it all come together with words yet I write about it so it doesn’t crowd my mind and cause me constant unrest. 

I know a lot of us feel it from time to time but just because we do doesn’t mean we can let it win. I got one will do what is necessary and push on. For the moment I have stepped away from the digital world in regards to social media to breathe, gain my focus. It is easy to be caught up in drama, pointless posts, funny memes, memories, pictures, and promotions/marketing. Granted it is needed at times to just let yourself be known and seen, but as well, I need to know or find a balance and not become lost in such vain pursuits and allow my stories to truly be shared. These are my opinions. As Well, to properly write I need to allow myself to bleed more and not become hindered by affairs of the world that will lead me astray. The choices I make now or am making, affect who I will become but let tomorrow come on its own as I work for today. 

After discussing matters in my life with my dear friend, I know I must allow myself to keep moving forward, to let God take control. It is easy to say certain things but I also want my actions to speak for themselves. I don’t want to find myself thinking about my ex ever since I saw her on Facebook or even the fact of spending hours distracted looking through an Instagram feed. I want to be focused, just as I write on here, producing continuous sets of wordings that touch others, revealing who I am, the worlds ready to be revealed and the poetry that sings to the hearts of men. 

Changing moon 


​Glowing face, fully reflecting light. 

Hanging by chords struck by heaven’s roars. 

Down pour of a soul amidst the storm. 

Surrounded by splendor yet orbiting a world not his own. 

Controlling waves and shifting of tides. 

Clouded memories strolling in time. 

Waiting beside the gravity in darkness for a simple hello. 

Losing himself as he holds his phone awaiting the call. 

Just another night, a phase of the moon.

Wandering Heart


​”Share with me the tale of the traveling man again, Grandad.” The young boy pleaded with open eyes, widened in wait, with interest.

“Again?” The old man chuckled as he lifted the blanket over the boy. Stopping before the boy’s head was underneath, he sat beside him. The old man looked into the fire and back at the boy. The fire lit in the small chimney just across from them, just a few feet away. The cabin barely 10 to 12 feet wide in a perfect square. A leather couch in the center, turned, facing the chimney and the small kitchen beside the chimney to the right. The bed just against the wall beside a window and the wooden door that led to the outside, at the edge of the bed frame. “After this you have to promise me you will go to sleep, ok? 

“Yes, I promise!” the young boy’s eyes twinkled from the crackling fires light in the cabin. The small setting was warm, filled with memories hung on walls and resting upon various places. The fire creating an orange tone that basked the cabin. Shadows fluttering with the swaying flames creating a dance that was mesmerizing. 

“Now listen carefully as this story is told, for many say it is a parable of one who wandered but was not lost.” the old man leaned a bit closer to the boy, making sure he was fully covered. 

After hugging his own body he continued, “there once was a man who knew not the way he would go. Though he knew of a home before, he needed directions to reach the place of the unknown. Leaving his village in search. No one knew how to get there but many he passed were from there. The man would contemplate, ‘How can this be?, he would tell himself, yet he would continue in this voyage. The man encountered a wolf one day, before reaching for his knife, the wolf bowed politely. The wolf led him to a stream where he gathered fresh water and something to eat. As he finished eating, he asked the wolf if he could lead him out of the forest he was in. The wolf just asked for one thing in return, to love. After the wolf led him a great distance, they parted. The man was then exhausted one day and met a bird. The bird boasted about seeing the heaven’s and the place she had seen. The man was envious of the bird’s wings and eyes. The bird told him she would let him see what she saw but only if he gave her his eyes. He didn’t understand of course but complied. Awakening the next day blind and cursing the bird. The man continued on for many days and nights, stumbling along the way, though he had a walking stick to help him along his path. Without his knowing, he had entered a cave along his way. The cave was home to a dragon. The dragon asked the man where he was going. The man replied that he was in search of the unknown where home was more than a word. The dragon scratched his chin, though the man couldnt see the Dragon. The dragon looked at the man’s walking stick and bag, saying, ‘I will take you to this place, in return, give me all your riches and what you have.’. The man was starting to have hope, after all this time, he thought. He said of course and reached out, holding his bag. The dragon huffed and puffed, filling the cave with smoke, ‘I do not want your mere items, for haven’t you heard, dragon’s only desire true treasure’ tapping the man’s chest. The man felt his beating chest, grabbed his shirt and shouted, ‘I cannot and will never ‘. The dragon was shocked at first, ‘My what a golden heart you have indeed.’. The dragon laughed and started to rise in the cave. The man felt the trembling ground beneath him. The dragon launched himself out the cave with the man and they soared through the sky. In what appeared to be a few hours the man began to see before him. His eyes adjusted to his surroundings once more, to his surprise, he was at the village. He was on the ground, beside the dragon. He had forgotten to hold tightly to his bag and stick. The dragon looked down at him. The man felt his heart in his chest, relieved. He waved as the dragon flew away moments later. He looked around the village, the children running and playing, his neighbors smiling and talking to one another, the air filled with scents of flour. He felt the wind brush against his skin, turning to face the sun basking his skin he smiled, saying ‘I’ve made it’.”

The old man looked at the boy who was now asleep. He slowly got up and moved to the couch. Sitting beside the fire he yawned and closed his eyes, whispering, “Such was his tale, he who followed his heart…” and fell to sleep.

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.

Eve of the Morrow

My Eve….though in the past I was pursuing musings I thought would fill my need. Conceived by notions that all I had to do was sleep. Yes, beside a body not of my own, though the warmth touches my soul. Sensing the senses mentioning I feel this person is my own. But there they go. Rejections met with objections from those turning away as clung to attention. Returning to cold heart, shattered and bruised as I faced my imperfection. Where am I to go? Hearing poets speak with ease how another is home. Hearing players take shots and pass balls, in mention of the game, I guess I didnt properly play, so I became cheated on. Funny, how I would see them pick up and I trail her, though they let go. So I began to wonder, was the problem me….me…the man who spoke eloquent words and rumored to have a count that doubled palms? Not realizing that I became an image that I could no longer recognize. Skies shifting and my narcissism became revealing, yelling out, surprise, we’re victims. But no, wait….love…yes, no, no, yes, respect? Trust? Time? Change? Balance? Chasing after an idea with no clear direction until love was truly found. Did I stop and become consumed? Sounds escaping my lips trying to form words with a heart that skips. Beginning to see the focus, I turned to promises of today and tomorrow remaining its own. Running the race in wait, seeing you slip past me in haste, I pursue you to walk hand in hand. Forgive me for not catching up to you before. But my dear, you are worth the wait. See me as a man, filled with flaws and love, Rooted in the rock, let us grow.