The most beautiful words the mind can ever conceive are those that inspire us to keep on going, to create that masterpiece you were always meant to bring to life!

Persist on LIFE … Its worth it!!

There it is, the cravings of peace. Don’t we all wish to live out our lives doing exactly what we want without chaotic consequences of the world turning round and round?

We want the chaos we create without the karma, without the pain or suffering, guilt or weight of the world on our shoulders,

There is but one earth, and yet it seems, we all live in a world of our own.

Each one of us wanting something different, waiting, fighting, and suffocating out the people in our lives in anticipation of getting our dreams.

We don’t welcome all the pollution of noise in our own separate worlds, blaming everyone and everything creating messes of our lives just to get what we want.

Is living it alone without the noise and chaos any better than being 6ft under ground?

I say if it is inevitable to die and be alone with our thoughts, without the noise, dead under the dark cold ground.

Then why not embrace the chaotic life of mine, why not live the best way I know how now without living it alone in the corner of my house.

One day, when breath becomes a stranger to my lungs, abandoning the warmth of my body and all is still and quiet, I just might come to miss all that noise.

Are we meant to just live and die without stamping the timelines of history … or are our lives just a rehearsal for death itself?

We have all been in love once or twice right?

We know the feeling of selfishness,

To love us, cherish us and never want anything else,

We feel deep anger and pain in the heart when that soul craves something else,

We burst out years of calm lava onto the world with enormous amounts of anger when we know that soul once belonged to another – or will belong to another.

As we grow we come to realize a few things, awareness sets in and our visions grow wider as new bridges of understanding are built in our brains.

We know that if it was meant to be, love will pull us higher, we become easily who we were meant to be – SMILE

and when the inevitable kicks in that we must feel the pain of hurt or loss,

We swim through it, fighting our way back to the surface,

Eventually realizing that it has made us stronger – then we go looking for it again with a harder head than the day before.

Same is with dreams and success.

Some dreams let us down -

Some might get us a little bit closer to the next, like stepping stones, we jump from one to the next, learning to balance and adapt,

Dont fear starting over – instead, know it is inevitable and that it is a part of the journey to success and hold on to those threads of pain

and maybe one day, youll be lucky enough to share a story of your successes to those that need it.

Be the inspiration that you feel from that beautiful story of success.

Dont just waste – Instead, be the talk of the world – by doing it one day at a time!!

Whats are you made of?

Soft black clumps of soil in the palm of your hand,

The smell of White like a signature cologne is Fog,

Rain and thunder is safety when it “Huffs and Puffs” knocking for hours on windows of our homes,

The rain forest is the smell of wetness and water,

Orange leaves are smell of wind and Fall,

Yellow is the image of stars;

and air is the sign of Life.

I am made of the world and what keeps me dancing and spinning is the gravity of Soul to Sky and body to Earth.

Like Planets to Sun.

There is beauty, in every small and large.

What are you made of?

Have you ever felt vulnerable, confused and lost at anytime in your life?

We feel naked, unable to cover the vulnerabilities, unable to breath suffocating only ourselves, and if we dare try to move or talk, we choke in our own words, congesting our throats as a lump of air lingers on the top of our chests.

Divine Innocence – a novel of Hank`s journey through addiction: mans own life sentence into the inevitable prison of the mind, breaking through the shackles and into freedom and recovery.

Below, is an excerpt of the book.

They are batteries, our souls. No one knows how long they last in
each body. Sometimes, when at the end of its life span, we bite the
batteries or put them in the freezer for a bit, just to squeeeeeeeeze what
little life they have left, and these are just batteries. These souls are put
into our bodies to last and endure. We hurt and blame, we sin and feel
shame, and we smile and love. I am selfish, as I am in charge of my own
fate, but I set blame on life, time, or circumstances. I feed my battery
poison, but it still goes on. In the end, or let’s say in the beginning, it’s
our bodies that deteriorate, not the battery. The battery goes on and
carries with it all aftertaste of death and hatred and sins.
Mercy and forgiveness start here. And there is a witness to it as
well. When feelings and emotions are raw and pure, the beginning
is where innocence is at its peak.

I should start with something magical to get you in the mood of it
all, maybe whisk you away into the realm of color and bliss, maybe
walk you through a phase where everything around you goes quiet
and everyone is frozen. I should explain the sound of heartbeats in
freeze mode and open your eyes as you walk into my world.

Unfortunately, my world isn’t a beautiful landscape with fresh
greenery and light-blue skies; the sun doesn’t shine as it would
in a peaceful world. It`s best I just stop with my attempt at an
introduction and simply show you. But first a warning: if you have
a weak heart, close your eyes and ears and hope the pillows around
you keep you safe from what’s deep inside. The elements creep
within the confines and staggered structure of our brains.
A nostalgia rises from within the bits and pieces of your
remaining soul. A craving so deep that each cell of your body
has needs … the bent spoon, black underneath from the lighter,
and the brown leftovers like little grains of dark sand huddling
together. You take out the filter of your cigarette butt, slice off just
enough cotton, and then put the fi lter back into the cigarette—it
will be the first cigarette you smoke right after.
The heroin is a small hill in the spoon. You pour a little water
into it, cook it with your lighter, just enough to hear the water frizz
and boil but not so much that it evaporates. You see the brown hill
dissolve into the water and become a dark-yellow liquid. When you
put your filter into the spoon, you see it suck up most of the liquid.
You take your needle and pull it all in. You bend the cotton onto
the point of the needle and squish it so that no liquid is left. Suck
up every single drop.
I love this part. This is what I anticipate the most: sticking it
into my veins, pumping it in, feeling the hot mixture of heroin and
water mix into my blood, waiting for it to reach my heart.
Then, there it is. I feel your heart become warm and fluffy.
Sinking deeper into your soul, the sweat stops dripping from your
forehead, hands stop shivering; your mind goes into a trance, deep
into a black hole.
Time stops. Everything gets quiet. You are between the worlds
of reality and nothing. All the elements around you vanish. This
is the moment I crave.

Vulnerability is spilling your mind into the world, waiting for a response or reaction. 

Acceptance … or waiting to shine for another day?

The inauguration of air into lungs,

The first time to set eyes upon,

The first kiss,

The first cuddle,

The first touch,

The first words,

The first time we feel a certain twist in the heart, they set a beginning, they set the pole just a little higher,

The pole of expectations,

Have we set the pole so high that we forgot what the beginning is anymore?

Our loved ones, our children`s words, our sensuality and our senses, the goosebumps, the heart race, the enlightenment of the eyes, the mirrors of the souls and the pump of hot blood through our bodies,

By time, get old and cold.

I am tired of being hard to please,

I am tired of letting expectations steal every moment of pleasure I can have,

Because in reality, every passing second is a new beginning, a new life, a new smile and breath,

What was once, is no more, memories are just what they are, the past.

Why do we consume ourselves with the heavy prints they make when our brains have so much more potential to absorb? So much more life to fill?

Why do we say the glass is half full or half empty?

Why do not say, lets just enjoy all that room we are still able to fill?

Let go, and let every moment to come, be a new beginning and lets see how much more beautiful the world can still be…

Dictionaries definition: to offer (a person, esp oneself, or a person’s talent) for unworthy purposes

Was I not supposed to say that word? Prostitution? Is it Taboo? Is it offensive?

Am I not a prostitute myself?

How many times have I sold a principle, guideline, opinion, or came to please another over the validated word of praise said after my name by others?

Have you ever offered the distasteful words about another, or ourselves and talents for the pleasure and validations of others… ??

If anything, we either vote that prostitution is fine (frowned upon) but fine… or we don`t judge others at all! no matter what the circumstance.

We go on daily with our lives living the routine we created by time…

That routine becomes a part of us, it becomes our personality,

We defend it, we fight for it, we believe in it, WE FEAR FOR IT.

Hoping it will weld the shape of our lives in the future, forgetting that:

“Today, is the tomorrow that I was afraid of yesterday”

That future we shape is always based on good intentions,

But… when we get there, do we change?

Does power, money, and fame manipulate the way we think or act?

I believe, we must prosper on something important on our way there,

Not forgetting that beauty and God “as however you may understand it” is closer to us than our umbilical cords, it is humanity that saves us, the shapes us.

And when you get there, you`ll have the love of the God and people all around you.

We are for each other, and no one else. Humans and love will be the swag of my prosperity.

For I am nothing but what I leave behind in this world.

What will be yours?

Supporting others …

Helping each other grow and shine…

Getting to know people we judge…

Loving what we do…

Dressing well…

Thinking positively…

Grooming…

Knowledge and understanding…

Mistakes and experiences…

Karma… is real,

I`ve had my share of bad Karma,

But in the end, I must have done something right,

Otherwise I wouldn’t be where I am today without you who have supported me.

We are what we create…

So create it well.

A chill ran down my spine, my eyes burned a while, and a headache careened through my skull; rawness is the best way to say it, air felt suffocating and my heart beat multitudes of times, playing songs of war on my eardrums; noise again. Raw noise and feelings of fear like they are the first time to be known.
“What is this?” I asked myself.
All around me in bright lights and bareness of my body, every breath of air was excruciating pain…
“Hello, Hank.”
I should start with something magical to get you in the mood of it all, maybe whisk you away into the realm of color and bliss, maybe walk you through a phase where everything around you goes quiet and everyone is frozen; explain the sound of heartbeats in freeze mode and open your eyes as you walk into my world.
Unfortunately, my world isn’t a beautiful landscape, with fresh greenery and light blue skies; the sun doesn’t shine like it would in a peaceful world. It`s best I just stop with my attempt at an introduction and simply show you. But first a warning: If you have a weak heart, close your eyes and ears and hope the pillows around you keep you safe from what’s deep inside. The elements creep within the confines and staggered structure of our brains.
A nostalgia rises from within the bits and pieces of your remaining soul. A craving so deep that each cell of your body has needs…