2020-06-03 14:44
I’m sitting here, trying to write something meaningful, and from the heart. Could it possibly change how people feel. To allow people to pause for a minute and really think? I want to… Read More
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I’ll keep this section short, this blog will contain everything I think about on a day to day or minute to minute basis. If the mood hits me I might bust out a poem, or song lyric… Or just random thoughts and images… and whatever my mind pops up with.
You ask why?
I don’t have all the answers, nor do I claim to. I do know that in my life, writing is therapeutic. It helps me to map out my own life. As the blog reads – Stuff In My Head. I write because it calms me and allows me to think differently about the world we all reside in. One world under the same sky. Anything from diversity to poetic justice. I can type out anything I want to and it allows me the option to get off the steel rings and on a map that leads to somewhere. It is my outlet. My “muse†if you will.
2019-07-03 22:30
Here I sit, at a family function, complete with fireworks and I’m just sitting here. Trying to release and have a good time but I just can’t no matter how I try. People say I tak… Read More
2019-06-09 09:52
This started out as a twitter post but because of the length the tweets can’t exceed, I thought I would expound on my thoughts… here.
Ever feel like you were put on this spinnin… Read More
2018-06-28 00:41
So its been a while since I have posted. Foot is much better. Got all the pins out and one removal on youtube.
Check it out here
I get to transition to a regular shoe but my PT exercising h… Read More
2018-05-22 20:46
So incredibly bored right now. I had surgery on my left foot due to medical reasons and it was deformed as hell. They both are… ANYWAYS, I am laid up at the house looking for somethin… Read More
2018-04-05 22:25
Alone
Lost
Unable to see the daylight behind the walls.
Pictures on them remind me of a simpler time.
A time of innocence, raw and unwavering.
Everything has changed.
Forced to find directio… Read More
2018-01-21 03:03
Life is but a glimpse of time. Snapshots of pleasure and pain circling back to back. We embrace the laughter and throw our fists at the sky in retaliation of anything otherwise. Sadly the go… Read More
2018-01-12 19:28
The dream hits me hard as shards of life’s sting. I am not allowed to speak, my vocal cords tremble a tiny chorus of hell and all goes dark. I see but a square of blurriness where my s… Read More
2018-01-12 13:45
Pennies in the pocket, local candy store.
Adventures exist just behind the front door.
Riding bikes, visiting new lands
Talking to friend thru strings and tomato cans
Smiles. Infectious… Read More
2018-01-12 10:41
Ah… what to type. I feel the creative juices laying stagnate and this post is hopefully the preverbal spoon I shall try to stir the pot as they say.
Now for a topic. Hmm… and… Read More
2017-12-29 05:37
Sometimes life isn’t what it is always worked for. Sometimes the energy placed forth-ed doesn’t equal the fruits of those labors. What does one do in that instance. Give up? Pers… Read More
2017-09-29 06:03
Some say that the formula for “Comedy” is Drama plus Time. We all have to laugh or smile eventually when looking back on life’s experiences, although some are much harder t… Read More
2016-12-11 02:19
She places her hand knitted scarf back to its drawer where it has stayed for over two decades. Her children and grandchildren should be arriving any moment now by train. Its been ages since… Read More
2016-11-22 13:34
Being a parent is amazing and amazingly hard at the same time. Things that I have never had to experience, I have to walk thru a pool of water and fight the current and slowly move to try an… Read More
2016-11-02 16:35
In the wake of a recent family member’s passing, the only really close connection I ever had to someone, I find my mind plays tricks on me. It tells me I need to stand up, yell and run… Read More
2016-10-18 03:23
They stand before us waxing metaphors and mixing it with packaged hatred. We listen not to understand, but as a derailed train that we can’t look away. The stage shows no humility but… Read More
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