Good Morning Folks 🙏🏽 🌄 it is a fine, beautiful Wednesday hump day here in Central Valley California 😀 I just got back from a walk, another decent length one. This one, I got in just shy of 5 miles. Probably could have pushed myself to go further, but I was starting to feel pain in my left knee and ankles. I think if I am going to keep these walks up, I’m going to need some ankle wraps and a knee support to help with the pain.
The fact that I am keeping up with these walks, even though I put myself in more pain than if I didn’t, shows the perseverance that I have to get through other obstacles in life.
Enjoy this little piece of 5-minute poetry that I just wrote for this post:
Life has its up and down moments,
If we did not suffer through pain,
Maybe we could have Peace in this world.
A Phoenix rises after it falls,
So can you rise if you fall.
Take one day at a time,
For each day is a gift that God gives us.
Good days come and go,
Bad days are only a blimp in time,
Each stride you take through the day,
Make it count towards the goals you have set today.
I hope each of you has a blessed Wednesday 🙌 no matter the struggles you may be going through to survive.
God Bless 🙌
And as I always say: Peace ✌🏽 Love ❤️ and Rock&Roll 🤘🏼
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Hello All, and welcome to 2024. A new year, new me attitude, am I right?? That’s what we all hope and strive for in these first few days or weeks of the new year.
Though 2023 is now over, we can all look back to the year we had and ponder, “Did I do this right? Did I accomplish anything in life? Did I make the right changes to my attitude? Or did I go through 2023 struggling to survive day in and day out?
For me, as I ponder these questions and more, I feel as if the past year was a letdown, but it also came with some good times.
I got to watch my soon to be 2 year old son learn to walk and is now starting to talk more.
I saw my oldest turn 6 and start at a new school due to us moving during the year.
I started working on 2 new writing projects. One of which is a dystopian I hope to publish in 2024, and the other is a fantasy novel I hope to start writing later this year after I’ve finished my A.A. degree in English.
There were so many things that felt nice, but I didn’t finish anything that I truly wanted to finish before the end of the year.
Me and my family were homeless for about a month right around my son’s 1st birthday. I allowed procrastination to overtake my life in areas it didn’t need to be. I allowed my depression to get the better of me and allowed my fears and my anxiety to turn on me. And I lost my job that I had been at for almost 3 years for something that I still don’t know how it was my fault.
But let’s not dwell anymore on the negative things that happened. Let’s look forward to the future and the hopes and dreams of 2024. The aspirations that I have this year will be a test for me every single one.
Firstly, I want to finish and publish “Resistance Rising,” my debut novel, on my birthday on May 21st. I also want to write more poetry and short stories that I can share with you guys here.
Secondly, I want to finally finish my Associates degree in English so that I can finally start the coursework towards my bachelors degree and ultimately become a teacher.
Thirdly, I want to start working out more, getting myself into shape and regaining the muscle I used to have when I was younger and before I had kids and got hurt in a car accident 8 years ago. I want to get myself from 235lbs down to 200lbs at least but I also want to turn it to muscle and not just lose the fat (mostly around my core) that I’ve gained over the years.
Fourthly, as I mentioned above, I want to start writing my second novel, “Seeds of Destiny” (title and work is in early draft stages) and be close to or near finished writing it to be ready for publication in 2025. Being that it is a fantasy and I will need to do a ton of world building along the way, it might just take into late 2025 before it’s finished (who knows).
Lastly, but certainly not the least, I want to find a job, possibly even a career starter, so that I can help my wife be able to take care of our bills, provide for our family and be able to live comfortably without having to rely on Food Stamps to eat. My wife has done so much for this small 4-person family since April, and if not for her working all of these hours, who knows where me and my family would be right now.
Those are some of the goals I have this year. The big ones. The ones that if this time in 2025 I haven’t accomplished them all, then I’ll know that I haven’t bettered myself this year like I am striving for.
So with that, I bid you all to have a blessed 2024, stay safe, love those around you, and as I always love to end my posts with Peace ✌🏽 Love ❤️ and Rock&Roll 🤘🏼
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Good morning, afternoon or evening wherever you may be. Below is a poem I wrote in about five minutes while I was putting away laundry this morning, the 2nd of October, in the year 2023, for my wife, the love of my life. She means the world 🌎 to me, and I am in awe of the hard work that she continues to put out despite how difficult it is to be away from me and the children for days at a time. I hope you all enjoy this small little piece of poetry that is dedicated to her.
My beautiful wife, Tiffany, while we were out having breakfast together on one of the rare days we get to enjoy together. Fire in your eyes, a heartbeat I can see
For centuries, I have searched
Longing for the breath of life you give
Tragedy struck me before I could find you
Damaged I am, longing for a touch as soft as yours
For centuries, I searched
Only to find you when I was at my darkest
A step away from ending the battle
Your soul reached out to me
A fire in your eyes that saved me from Hell
Longing again for your gentle touch
I raised Hell to be by your side
Till Death do us Part my darling
We are but One, tethered together for eternity. -
In realms of tumult, scorched by life’s cruel plight,
A vessel empty, lost in the darkest night.
Reared in shadows, where innocence was slain,
A soul in struggle, binded by the chains.
The echoes from yesteryears loom large,
An advantage misused, a malicious discharge.
The clamorous chaos of an unforgiving past,
Haunts the corridors of a heart, so downcast.
Risen from the ashes of a tormented youth,
Striving for truths, grown from falsehood’s root.
A journey inward, to heal the deepest scars,
Against the dark, a man learns to count stars.
Against the tide of bitterness that looms,
From this shattered heart, a new resolve blooms
Bearing the weight of pain, from years in decay,
He yearns for the dawn, breaks from the gray.
The strength within, a beacon in the night
Naming his fears, readying for the fight.
Unlocking shackles that held him in disdain,
She is freeing his essence from its rusted chain.
He, a wounded healer, walked the winding path,
Against the winds of dread, bracing life’s wrath.
Now, a man, where once stood a scared child,
Born again from fire—tamed, yet wild.
In search of himself, lost in life’s grueling maze,
Gazing at reflections of his battered days.
A man in the mirror, his past, he must brave,
To find his true self and the future, he will pave.
Beneath the weight of the past, he shan’t crumble,
Resilient heart beats, in rhythm humbles.
In the ruins of his past, he finds his might,
Lighting the darkness, with his inner light.
An emblem of courage, of an arduous fight won,
Plucked from abyss, under the same azure sun.
Wounded yet healed, muted yet voiced,
An emblem of resilience, a tale of a life rejoiced.
Thus, he journeys through shadows into the day,
From his past, he emerges—branded, yet unswayed.
A testament to survival, of courage not surrendered,
In a world that once broke him, today he’s remembered.
Against all odds, he has found his way,
A beacon of resilience amidst the gloom, Life’s Stray.
Unyielding in his spirit, in the face of tempest’s blow,
A man once lost, now found, in his Light’s soft glow. -
Fighting for your life, it’s hard, to say the least
Giving up can be seen as the easiest way
But don’t give up hope that one day
Someone will come into your life
Just when you need them the most
For those are your guardian angels
Sent to you from above
To protect you when your mind ain’t right
And to guide you when you are hungry for knowledge
To provide you water when you are thirsty
To give you strength when yours dwindles
Don’t ever give up hope
For I am here and you are not alone -
It was a sunny afternoon when Emily stepped out of the coffee shop and onto the sidewalk. As she took a sip of her iced coffee, she suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her name. She turned around to see her old friend, Sarah, standing at the street corner. Emily was surprised to see Sarah after all these years. They used to be close friends, but they lost touch after a falling out. However, seeing her now after all these years felt like nothing has changed at all.
Sarah approached her with a smile on her face, but Emily could sense tension in the air. They hugged awkwardly, uncertain of how to act toward each other. It was a strange reunion, but they were determined to set things right.
As they sat down on the nearby bench, they began to catch up on each other’s lives. Emily shared about her new job, and Sarah talked about her recent travels. As they sipped their coffee, Emily gathered the courage to bring up the elephant in the room.
“Sarah, can I ask you something?” Emily said hesitantly, fiddling with her coffee cup.
“Sure, anything, Emily.” Sarah replied softly, resting her hand on Emily’s shoulder.
“I just wanted to know why we stopped talking all those years ago. I feel like we got into a fight, but I can’t even remember what it was about.”
Sarah took in a deep breath and paused for a moment before responding. “Honestly, I don’t really remember either. But it wasn’t a fight, Emily. It was more like… a miscommunication.”
Emily’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you stopped answering my texts and calls, and I didn’t know why. I tried to reach out to you, but you just ignored me.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “That’s not true, Sarah. I never ignored your calls or texts. I never even got any from you.”
Sarah looked at her in surprise. “But I sent you so many texts and messages. I thought you were upset with me.”
Emily shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I don’t know what happened, but I never received any of your attempts to reach out to me.”
A few moments of silence passed between the two before Sarah spoke up. “You know what? It doesn’t really matter whose fault it was. We were both too stubborn to go the extra mile to fix things back then. What matters now is that we’re here, talking and patching things up.”
Emily agreed with Sarah. She felt relieved that it wasn’t a huge fight that drove them apart and glad that they were reconciling.
They spent the rest of the afternoon rekindling their friendship, taking walks, and sharing old memories. As the sun began to set, Sarah suggested they exchange numbers. Emily agreed, and they both knew they wouldn’t let anything come between them again.
As they parted ways that evening, both women knew that they had a second chance at a friendship they once cherished. Only time would tell if they could make it work; but they resolved to never let their misunderstandings at the time drive them apart again. -
Once upon a time, there was a man named Jack who lived a relatively average life. He worked as a software engineer and spent his free time playing video games and watching Netflix. He had been dating a woman named Sarah for about a year, and things were going great. They had met through a dating app, and she seemed like the perfect match for him. They had similar interests and senses of humor, and they enjoyed being together.
One day, Jack was sitting in his apartment playing video games when he heard a knock at his door. He paused the game and went to answer it. To his surprise, standing in front of him was a man who looked like he had just stepped out of a history book. The man was tall, muscular, and had a long beard. He was wearing a white toga and had a lightning bolt in his hand.
“Who are you?” Jack asked in confusion.
“I am Zeus, King of the gods,” the man said, his voice like thunder. “And I demand that you give me back my wife, Hera.”
“I’m sorry, I’m dating who?” Jack said in shock, not quite understanding what was happening.
“Hera, my wife. The Greek goddess of marriage and childbirth,” Zeus said, his eyes flashing with anger.
Jack’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had been dating a Greek goddess this whole time? It was too surreal to be true.
Zeus explained to Jack that Hera had fled from Olympus and was hiding out on Earth. He had been searching for her and had finally tracked her down to Jack’s apartment. Zeus warned Jack that if he did not return Hera to him, he would suffer the consequences.
Jack was torn. He had grown to love Hera and couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. But at the same time, he didn’t want to anger a vengeful god like Zeus.
As he contemplated his next move, he heard a voice behind him. It was Hera.
“Jack, don’t worry. I’ll handle this,” Hera said, stepping forward. She looked stunning in her white robes and golden sandals, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves.
Zeus turned his gaze to Hera, and his expression softened.
“Hera, my love. Why did you leave Olympus?” Zeus asked, moving closer to her.
“I couldn’t take it anymore. The fighting, the drama. I just needed to get away,” Hera said, her voice softening.
Zeus took Hera’s hand and looked deeply into her eyes.
“Come back to Olympus with me, my love. We can work things out,” Zeus said, his voice full of longing.
Hera hesitated for a moment, then turned to Jack.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I have to go back. I can’t stay here any longer,” Hera said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Jack understood. He knew that Hera belonged in Olympus and that he couldn’t compete with a god-like Zeus.
As they said their goodbyes, Hera leaned in and whispered to Jack.
“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll never forget you. You’ll always have a special place in my heart.”
And then she was gone, whisked away to Olympus by Zeus.
Jack stood in his apartment, feeling dazed and confused. He had just lost the love of his life to a god. But deep down, he knew that he had been a part of something truly special, something magical and otherworldly.
He smiled to himself as he realized that he had just dated a Greek goddess. It was a story he would tell his grandchildren one day, a memory he would cherish for the rest of his life. -
I have finally started working on what I hope to be my debut novel, titled: Resistance Rising. My plan is to have it finished (to perfection, I hope 🙏🏽) by the end of the summer break before I start my fall classes at Community College. The next several months are going to be a lot of writing, world building, world destruction, and creating (what I hope) is the best damn book I could ever write to be my debut. I will share some tidbits here and there along the way and may even do a pre-order once I have a set publication date, as I plan to go the self-publishing route with this one.
A sneak peak at the cover to my debut novel, Resistance Rising, created by Raja Graphics on Fiverr After 2,452 words put onto a Google Doc, I believe I have now finally (I hope 🙏🏽) completed the first chapter of my debut novel, Resistance Rising 😀 After initially putting together about 12 chapters of the first rough rough draft, I have went back and started building in the details and other scenes and building upon the world destruction that comes with writing a dystopian story, for the first chapter. Onto Ch. 2 where I’m already planning on killing off a character (oh fun 😢) 8,840 words total so far of my debut and a lot more to go (Yay Me!)
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