It’s hard to fall down when someone else’s gravitational pull makes you stand tall. 

A must share… I personally love the line “Gatekeeper of all memories we stored yesterday.”
A personal note… this is how I feel when I write.
Awesome piece Brett!!!

Individual expressions of a naive mind.

Believethat a single twist of fate can shift the flow of gravity, As you find that you’ve fallen onto your feet and found the balance of this world has shifted while you covered your eyes with denial, What you anticipated as your decline was your ascention into another’s realm of possibility,

Don’t be too busy building tear stained statues and monuments that you fail to notice the sun and the moon taking shifts to try and coax you out from the darkness you think keeps you safe from the harm that is nothing more then a self inflicted reflect to a perceived rejection,

But be sure to finish the last line of the very book you thought was somehow the last chapter to the chronicles of your existence, To be continued? is the fantasy that we sing to ourselves to soften the inevitable conclusion that we never have to…

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A Glorious Sunset.

Stunning piece of writing. I needed to share this with everyone I know. I am blown away with the description of the sunset… The visual is sensational.

A Thought Process

Another day shrinks back into this thick blanket prevailing across the horizon, another glorious sunset : a plethora of color, a marriage of splendid hue. Sitting on this wooden bench, I see a flock of birds soar high above, across these amber skies, heading back towards an unascertained destination.Sunlight strobes through these irregular branches, and I feel it illuminate my face. It awakens all my distant insecurities and I feel them forming knots, twisting and tangling my insides.

The tangerine sky feels so extravagantly alive amidst this gradually fading light, amidst this approaching duskiness as if in the temporary moment that resides between inevitable endings and hopeful beginnings, is a reality so immensely beautiful, so profoundly raw. A reality, courageous enough to breathe in the face of consequence.

We are all really just mere consequences of the situations that surround us because generally its assumed that in the bigger, more…

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42 Years of Life Unfolding and Banging My Head – Why I Write

Here was my submission to The “Perfect Imperfect Bunch”.

The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch

You, the unapproachable you. Endless encounters you scold, insult, and yet continue to taunt me. 
You, the one that makes me tremble, fighting back my tears…  I run for cover into the realm of my solace.  Unlock my faithful diary as the tears are streaming down my face.
Distraught in terror, I write my encounters about the one that is to love me unconditionally.  My little hands shaking uncontrollably, I enter the words only a nine-year-old could muster under such distress.  “I hate Dad when he drinks beer.  I hate it that he pushes me into a wall, and gets in my face.”  
A nine-year-old I am not anymore.  Yet, I still continue to unlock my mind and allow the words to spill out of me.
Countless moments of tears still streaming down my swollen face after sobbing and the paper soaked, barely viewing the heartache over the tormented…

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October 7, 2017: Whoa, What a Day!

Good Evening & Happy Saturday to All!!!

First off, this is not going to be normal posts by any stretch of the imagination, for which you can tell by said caption above.  It has been 24 hours since I asked a fellow blogger Sketches by Nitesh how do I go about submitting some of my writing to a group known as The Perfect Imperfect Bunch?   I trusted asking him because I value his writing and sketches to the utmost!  
It was around midnight last night when I received an email back from Nitesh asking me if I was serious, naturally, I replied yes!!!!  He then responded, “Can you submit something now?”  With a chuckle, I responded, “I had just peeled back the covers and took my medication nearly 45 minutes earlier, and that if I even attempted to submit something at this point, it would look as if a third grader had handed in a horrible homework assignment.”  – “No kidding, when I take my meds, I’m a bit on the loopy spectrum of things.”  LOL!!! 🙂
I awoke this morning to my roommate’s dog pawing at the bedroom door.  “Pinky” obviously needed to release the bladder, amongst the other orifice.  I rolled out of bed, tied my hair in a knot, dressed as fast as possible, and stumbled my way down the stairs. The poor dog was pacing by the front door awaiting my arrival.  I glanced into the living room to see my roommate “JK” sleeping on the couch.  (Remember, I told you a couple days back she had developed food poisoning, well after seeing a doctor yesterday, it turns out she developed a stomach virus of some sorts).  “I know, I’m getting off track here, sorry.”
After walking Pinky all over creation for over a half hour to find the perfect spot to do number 1 twice and number 2.  All this time of finding said perfect grounds, I was thinking about what I was going to submit to The Perfect Imperfect Bunch.  The prompt was “Writing.”  Good Lord, I could have gone in several directions, so my mind was spinning a web of what and how to go about this submission.
I fed Pinky and the cat “Kady” and proceeded to prepare coffee.  “If I don’t have caffeine running through my veins, I may as well hang it up, and go back to bed.”  However, I had to consume large quantities of java before I could do anything.  I then woke up the sickly one on the couch, and she bounced up stating she felt so much better!!!  “Yippy!”  We sat and spoke as we normally do before the day kicks in gear, and I told her that I had to go upstairs to write.


When I entered my bedroom and uncovered Peanut (Parrot), I then glanced over at the fish tank.  There was “Lemonade” floating, yet attached to a plant.  “Something you don’t see that often.”  Never the less, I didn’t have time for this.  I jumped in the shower and got ready for my day.  “All the while, still thinking of what I wanted to submit.”
I finally sat my ass down and looked for the email that Nitesh said he would send to me.  I simply couldn’t find it.  As I went back to our original email and misread the information he provided.  I ended up submitting my “Writings” if you will, in his comment section.  “A senior moment for sure.”  He corrected me, and after “MANY” emails back & forth, I finally submitted my piece.  
“A special shout out to Sketches by Nitesh I can not Thank you enough for all the patience you had given me between last night and this afternoon.  You are one hell of a man to put up with me.  If it weren’t for all your help, I would not have been able to enter my submission onto “The Perfect Imperfect Bunch.”  
After all this, I finally did a memorial service for poor “Lemonade” by proceeding to flush him away to the Gods.  Then spent two hours cleaning out the tank thoroughly.  I’m not going to get a simple little fish again.  Tomorrow, I plan on going back to Pet Smart to get a tough Beta.  I can’t kill them.  I have had several in the past, and they lived a full life.  “So, I think the new Beta might have a good chance.”  LOL!!!
Alright, my friends, it is time for me to close for now.  It’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten a damn thing all day.  I hope you have a wonderful evening.
Take Care & God Bless!

Review: The Unexpected Everything by Morgan Matson

To Mom, Check this out… This looks like something you might enjoy.
Love you,


img_2277Title: The Unexpected Everything

Author: Morgan Matson

Genre: Contemporary Young Adult Romance

Published: May 3rd 2016

Dates Read: 8/10/2017 – 8/16/2017

Source: Bought from Walmart

My Rating:

Goodreads SynopsisAndie had it all planned out. When you are a politician’s daughter who’s pretty much raised yourself, you learn everything can be planned or spun, or both. Especially your future. Important internship? Check. Amazing friends? Check. Guys? Check (as long as we’re talking no more than three weeks).

But that was before the scandal. Before having to be in the same house with her dad. Before walking an insane number of dogs. That was before Clark and those few months that might change her whole life. Because here’s the thing—if everything’s planned out, you can never find the unexpected. And where’s the fun in that?

My ThoughtsIt has been a while since I read this book so this will probably end…

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Lean on Me

I always say “Kindness Rocks.” but, in the times of chaos-community truly matters the most. We as a people connect in those moments, and those moments are precious to those during these trying times.

Peace from Panic

We aren't meant to do this alone...

It’s been a hard week. I can’t wrap my head around the mass shooting in Las Vegas. I’m  thinking of my old high school friend who was killed. My heart breaks for her family.

Today I was listening to The Highway (a country music station) on SiriusXM and was moved by what they said. The whole crew of The Highway was in Vegas for the Route 91 Harvest Festival. They told their stories of that horrific night, how they hid under buses and ran for their lives. They were separated and it was hours before they knew they’d all survived.

A similar thread runs through each of their experiences. Kindness. A sense of community. Family. Strength. Love.

I’ll help you.

You’re not alone.

Come with me.

We can do this.

Hold on. Please hold on.

We’re in this world together. We hold each other up, we fight for each other.

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