Sometimes in life, you reach a point where you don’t know what you want or what to expect. At times, this funk can lead to depression and anxiety, and numerous pills and visits to the shrink. Eventually, most people emerge from despair looking for something new … something that will bring joy and hapPIness to…
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Writers Workshop
Some came for a serious analysis While others came for a means of expression A medium of freedom And all walks of life All were enjoying the art of writing A lucky few will find a time And a place When their writing Will be found in print Others are just happy and content To…
Where Does it End?
What light through yonder window breaks? Is it from the east? It is not the sun, It is a fireball and a mushroom cloud. Where will you be when it all ends? With the embrace of family? In the secured basement hideaway Huddled and snuggled with your partner? Accept the final few moments of Earth…
The I I Am
A spiritual and philosophical journey The I, I am varying from the you, you are. Opinions and assholes, everyone has one! The I I am is really about me, myself, and I being. A lifetime collective of honed skills and experiences. These captured memories become the evolution of the longer stories. The analysis and reflection…
Writers Poison
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. I lug around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had completely different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you…
Are You There God?
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Victor, Contacting You Regarding Margaret So, God, I am not sure if you are still a subscriber to reading my blogs. I am sure you are on board with all the fascinating Web 2.0 social networking media, but whether you have time to read every posting in-depth is a…
No f*cks to give
No f*cks to give No fucks to give … no fucks given! With age and wisdom comes life experiences; love them or hate them is irrelevant, they make you the person you are today. Kind of a shit play on what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. When you are twenty to twenty-five, what…
The Art of Writing
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. Lugging around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you never know…
Moonlight Magic
As the dim moonlight slices the midnight sky Cutting through the double panes of glass Landing on the corner of my parchment and pen Will this be the midnight oil that brings the writing fairies? Or a darker, sinister night of the venomous inscription demons? Will the pen dance and dazzle the pages below?…
Vegas – Revisited (Sadistic Saturday)
Vegas – Revisited – Part One They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, and generally, that is a good rule of thumb. Sometimes though a story has to be told and shared; you can’t live with it inside any longer. So I awoke shivering in an ice-filled tub, scarlet red from blood, apparently…