Z Publishing Emerging Poet 2019

Hello everyone!

I would like to sincerely apologize for my recent absence for which I have no valid excuse. I suppose I have been lacking motivation. But, what does that even mean? It means I’ve been lazy. & for that I would like to apologize to my readers. Please accept my apology, & let’s move forward!

Today I was bestowed the great honor of having one of my poems selected for publishing! Z Publishing House will be printing my poem “Positivity is a Virus” in their Emerging Poets of 2019 series. You can find it in the Mississippi edition available December 7th. I received a draft of the book tonight & I was elated to find that my poem was FIRST in the “Inspiration” category. I am ecstatic for this opportunity & hope everyone goes out & purchases a copy!

Thank you to my loyal followers & anyone who just happened upon this page by chance. I hope you too will find my writing captivating enough to stick around. Only up from here! ❤

PS

You can purchase the book at ZPublishingHouse.com

Self Published… FINALLY

I finally did it! I typed, formatted, & (self) published my first book. A collection of my poetry from the last 10-15 years or so. I am more proud of some works than others, however, it is all a part of who I am. You can now download an ebook version or a hardcopy by following the link below. I apologize for some of the formatting being off. It was my first time doing this & I was so excited to complete the project I probably didn’t focus on that as much as I should have… Please check it out, buy it, share it… Let’s get the word out! I’ll be starting on my next book soon. It will be focused on the power of positive thinking. ❤

http://www.blurb.com/b/9293428-random-bits-of-my-brain

 

 

Time is fragile, make it last!

3 weeks ago I wrote a poem about time. I wasn’t sure if or when I would post it. However, after the passing of yet another iconic artist today (Avicii-may he RIP), I figure it was fitting. So without further adieus…

Forever I feel like a record on repeat
Time is pendulum, back & forth it swings

Yet time only moves forward on this planet that we live
People pressure time & they beg it to give

As my words remain the same
Time is constant; doesn’t change

The older you get the quicker time passes & the less you posses
So when life slips you by, then you begin to stress

Without being God, you can’t slow it down
& all your fun moments swim by & you drown

You’ll rush life away
But you want certain moments to stay
You can’t pick & choose
Time won’t be abused

So try not to wish your short time away
Be fulfilled by each moment; let every second stay

Stretch time out, as long as you can
Marinate in the now, don’t focus on future plans

The present is all the time you are promised
The future isn’t guaranteed, so with yourself be honest

Enjoy where you’re at, don’t return to past thoughts
They can’t be changed, & your present will be lost

Be the Light

I don’t often share things immediately after I write them. Hell sometimes I wait a year(s) to post them. But, I just shared what I wrote tonight with some people (also uncharacteristic of me) so I figured I might as well go ahead & post it….

2-20-18
If you’re standing at the end of a rainbow
How would you know?
You wouldn’t be able to see it around you
You can’t always see the beauty surrounding you

It’s all about perspective
Everything is relative

When you’re standing in the rain
How can you explain?
Can you see the edge of the cloud
Is the thunder quiet, is it loud?

It’s all about perspective
Everything is relative

Is that girl a whore
Or could she be more?
Maybe her heart is just sore
But maybe it could be restored

Is that girl a queen
Or do some things go unseen
Maybe she has flaws
She hides behind manicured claws

It’s all about perspective
Everything is relative

In the middle of the ocean
You can sink or you can swim
On the dry desert sand
You can dance with every limb

It’s not about where you are
Or the situation you’re in
But reaching for the stars
& knowing help is within

So put on a smile
Make someone grin
Do it once in a while
Cause that’s how you win

You could be someone’s light
In their world of darkness
So liven things up
Freshen up the starkness

You can’t know
How far your light will go
Like a ripple on the water
One wave creates another
Like the sun getting hotter
’Til the rays start to smother

So be that warmth
In a world that is cold
Tell people they’re loved
In case they were never told

Spread love & joy & hugs everywhere
So when people feel it, they too will share ❤

Playing with Perspective :)

So yesterday I decided to try something different that I haven’t done in years. I wrote from a friend’s Point of View. I took what I know about his situation & put his thoughts into my own words. He shall remain anonymous, but here is the result:

 

4.5 years down the drain

Was it wasted or was it just insane?

People can pry, but they’ll never know why

It was my own decision to fly

 

We met at night

Lived in the dark, not the light

But we grew apart

& now I get a fresh start

 

I may not know how

But I’ll find my own way

& I’m not gonna listen

To what others have to say

 

It’s not their job

To decide my fate

I’m a grown man

& that’s something I hate

 

I make my own tracks

& I spin ’em in the club

I drop hints for the girl

That I low key love

 

Smoke ’til no one

Can see my green eyes

So when she saw them

She was so surprised

 

Stay up every night

To watch the sun rise

& socialize with strangers

I don’t even recognize

American Dream

A white picket fence
& grass that was green
A wife to clean a mess
was every mans dream

A two story house
and a car that runs
and lots of land
to make use of their guns

American dream
what does that mean
to each his own
lest no one can groan

Two kids at home
one boy and one girl
a cat and a dog
that chases the squirrels

A pasture with cows
for fresh warm milk
and hens that lay eggs
& crickets that chirp

A wood floor that creaks
a tin roof up above
A household not perfect
but a home filled with love

American dream
what does that mean

Balanced Writing Exercises

Each day this week we had to do a line balancing exercise. This is what I came up with…

 

 

7/4
Roses colorful all in a row,
Red, yellow, pink, white,
Even the black one in plain sight
From a bush they grow

7/5
Leaves lighting the trees on fire
Bright yellow, orange, red
Swallowing each branch
Burning foliage not dead
Flames of color bursting from the trunk,
But lying on the ground, crunchy, brown

7/6
Toasted to perfection,
Buttered & golden brown.
Crust removed,
sitting in a perfect square.
Not too hot,
so I chomp down.
Hints of cinnamon sugar in the air,
Breathing in the sweet aroma

7/7
Pulling on my raincoat,
& matching rain hat
Thick, slick, waterproof,
in smooth waves
of purple, green, & tan
Hair pulled back
Slipping my feet
into my rubber galoshes
Preparing to trudge across campus
through a giant shallow lake

7/8
Cold, solid, rock of frozen water.
Cut into squares,
with jagged edges on one side.
A plethora of uses,
but I don’t like too many,
Frozen fruit works better.
A glass through which to look,
for a distorted reality.