Pieces

Not of a broke heart as the picture misleads. You see, the way I want to describe how I feel is sort of like a pup who must find his way back home or to a place where solace resides. The road or place where he strayed was easy to arrive at. Now that he tries to go back, there are more obstacles, needs an experiences the pup needs to encounter and deal with… sounds like that animated movie Bolt that John Travolta voice acts for (yes it the dog bolt). There are missing elements of my story and the movie that admittedly makes it a perfect fit, like how ignorant we both are to the world outside of our social circle. For one I wish to say that my pieces are again remnants of what I miss. I don’t miss much at all… once it’s gone or I leave it, it’s gone for me. I don’t care about it. If it comes back it must come a new. However there are things or elements of my life I put on hold, archived for later use. Maybe the picture says the same story. Those pieces of heart were never truly gone, just separated to help focus on something more important. Who knows??? Today is my dads birthday, this week I do something again… differently. A new chapter starts this weekend for me and where I want to get to is a world of bliss where I can do what makes me happy again. Just a little more time to gather myself like the terminator’s nemesis or get back home with bolt. Except it’ll take a better me… to get home and live in my paradise.

Poetry

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DREM (DURING RAPID EYE MOVEMENT)

The ideas that role around my sleep are…
Fictitious in nature. Vapor of the salty and
Quench-less that is reality. My pink matter…
Trolls me knowing I want what is, though artistry,
Really a chimera. Somewhere between life and
Simulation lies my resolution; 4K platters of
Mixed memories centrifuged then fused,
Perfused into the best moments of life,
Large dose VS the small drips of the more
Beautifully grotesque constructs;
The building materials? Remorse and
The forgotten can be never lost, happiness
Seldom stays. Yet this gorgeous dream,
This seductive mirage of thoughts somehow…
Relives “me” through my loss and helps me
In my future.

AmpedfortheSummer

I usually put a picture… I don’t know what happened why right now a picture isn’t needed. Well hello my followers, passerbyers and WordPress audience! The summer is upon us and I have some news! First off, I am having another son! Yay! He is due in about a month and he will come out when he feels like it!😂😂😂 His name? Myself and the misses are still pondering on it, but I’m sure we will come up with something. So far the baby is healthy and he will be a great addition to our growing family. My one year old needs a playmate other than ourselves! Secondly, that would mean my wife will spend her summer in NY. Sadly, it would mean she will be away from me. She will get more help from her family than from me due to my work schedule. We don’t know anyone where we are that will help her here so? Going back home is the most logical thing for her where her and my parents can help her with time and my other son. I’m not too happy about it and neither is she; such is life. Sacrifices are made for what we want and what we strive for. That piece of news was too sad, so let’s attach some more news to this. The third newsflash would mean I would have idle hands except that I won’t. I am planning to use the time to do a number of things. I am nearing towards the publishing stages of my first novel, so I need to do some research on that process. It is currently being edited and it is almost finished! Yay me! I get to pour some time into my fashion novel which is almost finished as well! After that I will take a week or two to edit my novella, then start and possibly finish my other novel, named White Sea (Unofficial title). So my hands will be full between that and work and visiting my family on the weekends (I forgot about that little tidbit). I hope I can get this accomplished this year. It’s been a rocky journey and even rockier life. I hope to accomplish my dreams. Other than that, I will keep the community updated, thanks for your eyes and your time, until the next post!

Universe: Cataclysm/Supernova

“What are you doing… why would they do this? They don’t wish to share eternity, they wish to horde and act as the master of our race. But who will keep them in check? Lack of desire? Who is to stop them when they feel threatened? Why would they think to keep us subdued by the very thing they casted away? And that’s why I say hello” he had new way of thinking, once he drank from the pool that is the ethereal.

He heard their conversations and only one knew he was part of their network; Alfus. The rest couldn’t hear, the phenomena was either strange or they were too busy avoiding fighters trying to shoot their recoverable bodies to shreds. Their focus was too great, maybe. Alfus did something that took much energy for the sake of his comrades. He teleported. Now in his cell he was cut off due to his weakness and his body was crippled and shriveled like over cooked tube strips. This wasn’t death, but only a reminder that he couldn’t die. Not now. He rested while the station that surrounded him were in war. As he came back to normal with in 15 minutes, the elder who drank from the pool noticed him. With great speed he ran up the stairs pushing without care the very people he was to protect. They died on impact from his blood lust.

Out in space the fighters were having a hard time shooting down the rest of the eternals. The targets too small and their lasers and guns too weak to pierce what they deemed a force field. The pack were within minutes of the station. Alfus now drawing energy from them at a full 100percent. He ran to the docks where he would meet his friends, the rendezvous point. The one who drank, finally reaching Alfus.

“You are selfish. Hold eternity for yourself and dare to keep the stars as friends. What about us who reach for such glory?”

Alfus responded, “glory? Stars? This is a curse. I don’t want live forever, I never wanted this. Death doesn’t want me, the one prize, the one goal of men who were tired of living through pain… my friends and family are gone lost to the earth, unmentioned in history’s pages. You don’t want this.”

“I…” The elder said, before long the pack showed up.

“We could only, faintly sense him. He drank, but not enough. He will collapse. He isn’t compatible; his purpose unworthy.”

Alfus looked at him, ” you have a choice to make. Save our race. Or kill them all. We are incapable of reproduction.”

And then it happened. His choice decided the fate of his kind. Alfus, watched the elder go supernova. The thing that was holding the people of earth back, now gone. They were free to walk with eternity, free to feel.

This conclude the pansting series of five. I hope you all enjoyed it! More updates to come!

Post 12. What have I been up to…

Well it is 0230 11/14/2017 right now and I felt compelled to write something which should really be my novel… I fear my wife, who is sleeping right next to me might refer to a time where I used to awkwardly wake up, go downstairs away from her to write said novel. She would sometimes rollover and feel no “me,” come downstairs with a furious frown or what have you would call it, or maybe come downstairs for breakfast only to see me going upstairs to sleep. Either way, the novel took preference when she was in the land of slumber. That was a year to two years ago and now here we are, a beautiful plague that bounce me around that weren’t so not too long ago. Air force, baby, wife, new jersey, investments, debt (oh cmon what’s life without debt)… all things that I just jumped right in and expected a seamless and perfect system that should have by now manifested itself instantly or even by now. Obviously, I haven’t gotten it all quite right. I still yearn to write, still holding on to that ongoing dream, that goal of completing and being a force in the literary world of writers and authors, my time stamp for it has been modified time and time again. then the question is at all worth it? I still say yes today, but what about tomorrow or a few days, months from now? Will finances finally disavow my membership in the “dare to dream club”? My wife supports me, people around me support me, but you know how it is. It’s a yes in my reality, “go do this, do what you love” and in theirs, coincidentally a cohabitation of the inverse was applied, “what the fuck was he thinking and now he has air force, baby, wife, investments, bills and debt. What will being a writer do for him? why waste your time?” A time before this me, there was other me who would say, “I do what the fuck I want! I got this.” Now it is remotely the same, but I admit it has lost some of its luminosity, the ember sometimes cools off. Life was refreshing this year, perhaps too refreshing. Slowly I realize time is probably the harshest of the family of realism. I have been a writer for an ongoing 3 years now and my promises of publishing a novel has been nonexistent and I am not mad or ansy about it, I am relieved. There is much for me to learn and grow on so much so that releasing at the time I wanted to would have been tragic. Yes TRAGIC. Even now it is scary, albeit better. I am a writer, but a critically acclaimed best selling author perhaps not, perhaps never? (hell no) I will achieve that. I have been up to much and stagnant with little. Mistakes I have made this year caught up with me and now I must rectify them, methodically or else I will fuck up my future. Point. 2017 I have done a lot and got a lot shoved on to my plate. It will take another year to fix the damages, more time to reach my goal. But I always knew that, I just needed to write it to see it for myself.

More than 26 times I forgot what this meant.

NaNoWriMo.

I am taking up the challenge to do NaNoWriMo. Why? To get better? To get better at what. Please. Writing of course. I am 5k words in even though it did not start yet because cheaters prosper. Ha! also because I am in school. Well at any rate, Hello Word Press and followers and such! It has been awhile since we last talked and I am pumped because my story is coming along very fine! I hope all of you enjoyed “The man who never knew”. It was my first ever online short story submission so bare with the mistakes and what not. I have received good reviews from the 6 people I got reviews from, so it is not that bad! Trust me it is good! If you have not already read it they will be up FOREVER so no excuses! My next project “The Lawyer in the Sand” is currently in production. I will be sure to try to keep up with this blog posting environment called Word Press as much as I can during the month of November. If you do not see me, please feel free to hate me until I come back but no later! NaNoWriMo has challenged me I must answer the call! A writer’s gotta do what a writer’s gotta do! Once again please check out and like and follow! I also graduate from college in December! BYE for now!

The man who never knew for 22.

The man who never knew

An approach to the table. Shameful movement from the pulling out of the chair to the seating motion. Janice clears her throat softly….Bill in the midst of take a seat knees bent paused with concern like wide open eyes. “Im ok William, I made the food a little too spicy!” Janice cheerfully says. He resumes sitting down grabbing his seat, “But you have not had a bite yet, how could you tell!?” Bill happily says. “I don’t know babe… its like my nostrils just grabbed the smell and smacked it against my throat, oh and I am a chef, yes that maybe a good reason!” she laughs. Bill laughs with her and says well “I need senses like those, whenever I go on these book tours I always end up in these horrible restaurants my publicist chooses!”. “How is Josie by the way, is she okay since the pregnancy?” is what Janice says, as she takes a bite out of her spicy chicken. Bill chokes up, dropping his fork with food smiling on his careful organized and sectioned meal. He looks up realizing that Janice’s demeanor is still happy and that the change of aura is around him only. Bill takes a breath and softly says “She is ok, she is still recovering due to the complications… and Jr. is just fine, I am going to see him around 7:15”. Janice gets up from her chair and slowly walks to the stereo system, takes her iPod from her pocket and plays some sort of romantic era music. She returns to her chair pinning up her long hair. She picks up her fork, looks up “Are you okay?”. “Janice, I know it has been rough on you with me, Josie and Junior. You have to know that I just have to support her”. “You never ask about Junior, he did not do anything to you Janice, you should at least care in some sort of capacity” Bill sternly exclaims. Janice stays silent continuing her meal. Bill stares at her as a slow rage starts to boil from the depths of his heart and mind. Just as he gets up and approaches her, Janice looks up and the door bell rings…

T.B.C’D

Friday the 14th! But also the 3rd blog post…

Hey my fellow bloggers and fellow future friends and fellow future acquaintances etc etc… This post comes from a comment from the awesome Ryldaunted (sorry if there is way to tag you I do not know! Please forgive) who has given a very excellent factor about our “sea of art” that is here today and gone tomorrow. Some forever and some for a season. “When it comes to those arts that existed but occasionally disappearing maybe because time kept adjusting and things will never last forever” – Ryldaunted This idea has sprouted a blog idea from myself because I have not yet systematically adjusted and settled into blogging. What are some eras of time that you would have loved to be in to experience the artistic sense of? For me it would be probably in the genre of music with the romantic and baroque era (just for Bach honestly) of composers just to here and feel the thought process of what was new and original at the time. So what are some eras that you would have loved to experience first hand? Lets Talk!

The 1st post the most troublesome…

Although this is a good subject and post (to me at least) I will not expect this to be answered (please answer *sad face*) right away. That is enough parenthesis. So our world today has new and emerging art with others waiting to be made relevant via age and death. Sounds harsh but many art forms do indeed become relevant after the person has died or with MAJOR convincing. I swear. What about the art forms or things that you consider art that already exists that are just withering away… or evaporating? What is one that you think people are lacking appreciation for? What are some art that you think people need to revive or not forget? Lets Talk!