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The Man is Radical

The Man is Radical
My first and second book, located on Amazon.com

Saturday, October 18, 2014

New book coming out very soon.

Checkout my latest book "The greatest writer in the world" will be available very soon, I will have an exact time of when it'll be available at the beginning of this up and coming week.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Frustrated

I'm trying my very hardest to stay positive right now is all I can say

Friday, October 3, 2014

The equator pt.1

The equator 
Standing right on the equator
Underground they know of my behaviors, their is plenty
So am I gangster, fake or lost
I left many times, hit the Bermuda Triangle, Devil's Triangle, Gods temple, everywhere and back. The right pushing left and the left would love to see me right. No home just me, just a couple people and me.
But I'm the one. The one that try harder then most and fail more then most. This equator consist of a rock  and a hard place, quitting or overcoming, failure and success, cops and robbers, hot, cold, bold and the beautiful, life and death. 
The safe and the extreme.
In the middle of east and west,
And the walls are closing in on me.
No time to be Luke warm.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Could be the last

This could be the last time I wake up, you never know, that is why I find it difficult to save up, even harder to relax. The last words, books, thoughts, talks, walks, breaths, sites, moments, the last push towards, success and greatness,.
This could be the last time we see each other, the last time that we talk to each other so why not end on a good note, this is why we must live like everyday is our last, and treat everyone like it will be the last time you will see them.  
Please embrace every moment with me because this could be the last.

My why's

Why do I get up in the morning because today could be the day that it all change. Another day another chance. I get up in the morning because if I didn't my love ones would be devastated. I get up in the morning because I'm not a quitter I got to keep on stepping and keep on believing.
Why not, strive to achieve the impossible, be what and who you want to be.
I love myself is why I continue to strive, and drive after a dive.
I love my family is my why,
I love my girl, motivated by the love we have for each other, she has stuck by my side through out my ups and downs, I can't fail her, I can't fail us, I can't fail the kids is why I will never surrender to failure. 
These are the majority of my why's in soon time I'll give you more.
What are your why's?

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Why?

The man asked I believe to be the greatest question I ever heard, yet so simple and one word though the correct question to ask, a very powerful question to ask which was,
Why?
Why do you wake up in the morning?
Why do you continue to live?
Why do you continue to move forward, try time and time again to move forward in life,
Why do you continue to get up after you been knocked down?
And so I thought about my why's and I thought some more,
What is my why, what is your why?
Well because.......... Let me think about it some more.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Penman, Pen pusher

Penman, pen pusher,
so I live by the pen, I die by the pen.
At a time I was a scribbler living amongst fabricators and fictionists.
I'm an intense wordsmith, architect, designer, an author of my everyday novel, because I'm a novelist, essayist, columnist, volumnist  and an illusionist. I'm a penny-a-liner and a paper-stainer that has learned to live with the stains.
I put my pen into framing a better picture because I'm also a framer, a mover and a maker. The biggest game of the year is initiation vs. procrastination. I'm an initiator, I rival against the procrastinator because I'm even a producer. I'm a founder and an inventor.
I invent originations like the originator I am. Originating prose;
See I'm a prose writer, prose man, man of letters.
So many avenues and talents for this composer, this fashioner,
this creator.
So where is my pen women, which is the missing piece to my playwright?
Some people draw, some write their life away or into existence anyway. Many times at the end of the day in the end, there was just me and my pen, my best friend, the most loyal noun I know,
remains beside me wherever I go.
I'm still a slave to the pen only now I don't hurt myself I help others with it. My pen has never stole from me or lied to me, cheated or has done me wicked, has given me pure bliss to be specific, peace and love attached right along with it.
I'm a penman, pen pusher.