The Lone Rebel

He was the keeper of the flame

A fire that burned in the city

Their wasn’t a story or somebody he didn’t know about around town

He saw the good, the bad and the unjust wasted in the ugly

He had built himself an empire of rock and roll

A light within met with the respect of the people

The people had mourned at the loss of another

Shared his grief of a fallen one

He became the Lone Rebel from that fateful day

Could have given up on his own, he remained in silence

Standing up for the lower man

Now the real rebel is gone

A flame lost of the city

Who will take his place, if any


No Down Time

I call bull shit, even when

You think it, is what it is

No time for your judging, because it’s

Not your life to live.

Take the money cause it don’t mean

I live it like A cyst

Their were things you, didn’t even know

I was like you, but I like to think I chose

To open up my mind, didn’t mean I wasn’t learning the whole time.

to be continued….

Manson and Hair Do’s

Sleeping rock around the clock.

In a sock sound by a knock

Kill you by me too

This is me this is you

Don’t want me going to be like that

This is you right where your at

I -stopped – a -long time ago

I worked at it since 2008

Then I started now to hate


“(I know I’m not perfect) it gives me something to work it(hard and rough like) : singing

That’s something I -will -not -do and I don’t want to be just -like -you

And I refuse to be just like you

Screw your Manson and screw your hair do

Cause I don’t want to be just like you

To be continued….

Me and G

Man gets kicked off the job-site, and goes home to lie to his spouse about why he is not at work. Wanting to be lazy. Says he “got into a fight”, and, “First of all I’m a man first of all.”

This is a story of the man who actually would follow through with the joke. When we worked for a temp agency, this would actually happen. He’d be drunk, drinking “Steel Reserve” or “Dog Bite” while on the way to the job. Maybe he had not known how severe his health issues were. It was evident he had an alcohol problem.


I stayed with G when I was kicked out of my house. Mostly being sent home with no work, I was kicked out for not working. I’d received a job through him installing windows a couple years before. So I contacted him to see if he knew of any leads.

During the brief time I lived with him, he was stealing electrical meters. This had been going on before I came along. He was still working, yet he couldn’t afford the bill. I know what your thinking, “If he can afford to drink, he can afford the bill”. Here’s the thing, he bought the cheapest beer, with the most amount of alcohol content in it.

On one occasion he had me stay in the car while he took the meters. I told him he was crazy for being so desperate but I knew he had to do it.

Their were some crazy parties. Sometimes we ended up across town, some random guys house being drunk and seeing crazy ass “tweekers”. Of which one night the police asked, “Did y’all kidnap him?” Referring to me, as I was passed out getting ready for work at the temp place the next day.

I would then move on to work at Subway getting to come back to my house.

Things would turn up at that home, having people that would come stay and left no telling what. Like eating brownies that were laced. Spiked drinks with liquor and zanex. You know the usual.

We would keep in contact and would hang out occasionally. All that would stop completely when I worked for Cummings.

A year went by, and things were reaching a boiling point at my house. I was tired of the bs. Already trying to distance myself, it made it worse by doing so.

Man Walks Into Not A Bar… No Words

Here’s not a joke for you: Man walks into jail, having too much to drink, tells his not girlfriend at the time, and his mom ” I was put in jail and I’ll never get out alive”. G had fallen asleep in the worse place on earth, never regaining consciousness. In my mind, it was a death sentence.

Something about being without his meds in jail. Having a heart condition. He was buried with his Superman shirt. It’s always something.

Having dinner with his daughter last year on her birthday was hard. She broke down not eating her food upset about her father. I told her I “missed him too.”

I know I’m tired of jail. Traumatized by it. No joke. It’s the killing joke. G was funny boy. Perhaps funnier than me. I told him to write his jokes down. Don’t know if he ever did. I wrote one down for you.

A Shark’s Tale

Growing up in a fight, only to lose everything, all to the higher

Seeing others get all they desire, separating me to expire

Not giving in for I am fighter

Basic stories all the same, seeing all the pain

Immersing yourself in other’s hell

You think it’s so easy, you cast this spell

Always making yourself better, so-called smarter

Always nibbling, never taking the bite, you throw out more chum, you chump, more games of sharks you hide

Always in deep, you find me, but always victorious in death is to be

Drowning in a abyss you will see

Ready to take your ass, how ever old, we are bonded to a sea

Come call, come be free

All Around

Imagine for a second, that you have felt so much pain. That everything was crumbling right in your hands. The reality is real. You’re hung up on a noose in front of everybody, the world on your shoulders. The only thing you have to rely on is your story. How you really are.

Your purpose is dangling in front of you, only you can’t have it. You aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed, yet you are sharp enough naturally. Everyone hates you for it. Even the closest people around.

Losing It

I don’t know why, but I’m getting horribly forgetful. Say for instance I had a pair of $200 sunglasses hung on my shirt. I’ll forget that I put them there. I lost them between the theatre and my house. Dude I’m serious, I’m losing it. I think it’s important cause it’s a major disability. I used to be sharp. Could remember everything.

I don’t t know if it’s cancer or my head injuries I’ve suffered through the years. But it’s really frustrating. Thought I’d be honest. Hopefully it’s just my a.d.h.d. or my dyslexia. I got issues yo.

Any Who?

Moving forward. For the few months I’m free, away from work, I would like to share a few inspirational moments I had while I was trying to balance my work life. I have shared things that get negative sometimes. If need be, I will get right to the point or explain my arguments. Like I wrote, I don’t want to be ugly.

I think their is an art to life, don’t get me wrong, work is inspirational too. Eventually, I get burned out. It’s how I am. I’ve known myself for 34 years. I guess I’ve earned and developed a sixth sense. I like to do new stuff and just ‘bs’ it’s easier than working your ass off. Just being real.

Any Who? Now This


My “Fuck Harambe Zen Meme”. Read Harambe 


Hashtag This. What is this?

Chris Cornell 1964-2017

My Tweets

My random tweets. I don’t think they are anything like Donald Trump’s tweets. Hell I could be wrong. Maybe I need to stop. I hardly get retweeted or liked anyways. Maybe no one likes me. Regardless of what you might heard, they are full of shit. (You know what I’m talking about). I know I was wrong for some things I’ve done, but I shouldn’t have to keep paying for my mistakes.

The Ones I’m Proud Of Despite Fassbender

“Assassin’s Creed should have never been made.”

Michael Fassbender is quoted saying, “Assassin’s Creed should have never have been made”. Well here’s my reply:

The Snowman movie sank at the box office. I didn’t have to see it to know it wasn’t good. (Take that one with the tomatoes)

Am Still Writing

Reviews, writing, a form of activism are several different methods of sharing/self marketing. It is my art. Words are a form of art and work.

Here’s an original meme. “Don’t mean to bust your bubble”. It’s work.

Caught In The Mix

If you have ever been in situations where things went a bit “haywire” but seemed normal, you might be guilty of this. This is an invisible line.

The actions seen by some are inexcusable, and impulsive on your part. While it might seem a little innocent, it is not.

Now, when things get numb, allow me to elaborate. When sexual harassment happens to you, you can do one of two things. (Actually a number of things)

1. Turn a cheek and realize years later.

2. Be completely disgusted.

3. Freeze up.

4. Act on it. (These are just a few)

Why not give consent or non-consent in that moment? I’ve asked for it, been told to or been given a sign. How can you take that sign? Or take it the wrong way? Being caught in the mix.

Now, I’ve never wanted anything from a girl or guy, but relations. Being a friend first. Having a relationship is what we long for. No different.

Don’t put yourself in the situation, is a form of non-consent. Putting on clothes to make yourself sexy, puts up the invisible line for a male and a female. Plain and simple.

Their is a point at which you do not understand the invisible line, took a sign the wrong way or you forced something. Communication is dire. On both parts. Your invisible line needs to be clear and visible. Am I wrong?

Now you understand. Don’t be “wishy washy”. (Just look at the numbers of divorce in this country). This happens as well. Just by a simple kiss, or circumstance.

If you have a sexual deviancy, get help and make a choice early, don’t be forced to get the help. Understand it and move on.

I’m trying to help people understand. We are all human and make mistakes. I’ve never needed shit from a woman or man when it comes down to it. When it comes to my freedom, I could live without sex. I’m pretty simple. Food and water. (Maybe money). I’m not in your category. I’m not your idea. Do not force your invisible line. It’s unrealistic. That means you have motives. Your intentions on both sides were shot and you take a sexual advantage. Both are wrong I’m sorry. Don’t get caught in the mix.

May you ever have grace at your side or may the force be with you. May the odds be ever in your favor and so on and so on..