Slowly Erasing The Middle Class

Hello WordPress, it’s been a while. This post is personal to me because I experience it first hand as well as seen it effect on many around me. Today I woke up to an article from the Guardian News about The human toll of America’s public defender crisis. There was just something in me that needed to come out. So, here it is.

Usually stuffs like I just read and let it go. But for the last few months I’ve tasted the bitter end of the system where I felt very vulnerable because of just what this article presents. So I guess my opinion will be, making America great again must certainly begin by protecting the weak, the poor and the vulnerable especially from the banks hiding behind some insidious laws to wipe away the poor man’s account through what is claimed as legal fees. Earnestly after this experience I don’t even see the need to put money in the bank. It use to be a safe place but I am not sure after my experience (of course there may be an exception but the bigger banks are worst). I’ve heard so many sad stories lately too, including mine that have to say this. I met a foreign student who’s currency is three times less than the US dollar. His story was so chocking that I wonder how this can ever be a law and whoever wrote this bill, were they thinking of us when they did? I don’t think anyone is against legal fees but we have to look deeper into what’s legal and what just plainly as set up to make the poor man poorer and the rich man richer. And about the justice system it need a very serious overhaul to reintegrate the same people it was designed to protect. We are all the same people, especially in the eyes of God and at least to those who understand the importance of justice and independence as a vital ingredient for the growth of a nation. It’s is really justice denied for those who need it the most. And frankly, this is sad for those trying to built a business. The hole to climb out of is becoming too steep and justice is becoming favorable to those who have the money and power. God bless America and the world! We need it.

Decorative Scales of Justice in the Courtroom

Symbol of law and justice in the empty courtroom, law and justice concept.


Your Next President?

IMG_3302Hello y’all, I met this guy today at Walmart and he’s running for president of The United States! He needed 1000 signatures to run as a #‎Democrat, and mine was one of them. The interesting thing is he looked like he was speaking to the other side of me or some of us that still undecided. For me I still see the loophole where #‎berniesanders looks old, but he got some good momentums tho lol and actually I’m starting to like him. #‎hillaryclinton, who on the other hand, the promising child of the Democrats went and blundered along the way and now some doubts creep in for some democrats to wave the white flag…well at least that was mine thinking to say the least lol. Yeah, but then this guy here in this picture! Fresh, clean, handsome, who is he? Is he seeing what I was thinking? What do you do with such a man—a stranger!? Assuming you’ve read this to this point. We don’t know him but could he be that candidate that fills in the loophole I’ve been thinking about? Could he then convince me that he can be my president? I actually had this conversation with him too and he laughed. I even recorded it through the stupid #‎snapchatApp but I did not know that it had drained all my battery and my damned phone died lol(:. You know how that is…anyway, to this guy, god bless him! It’s a long stretch for him tho to convince some of us still searching for who is fitting to really lead us now? But he ask for my signature and I give it oh. Personally, I like him. He was actually really cool and he appeared smart and social. I think he said he holds some office here in my state. So hum, let’s look out for him he said he was going to be at the caucus in April


I am not going to give his name let him announce himself in April since his is that brave to want to be my leader. I am not easily pleased lol. But aren’t we all chasing the America Dream just on diferent levels?

Excerpts From My Heart: speaking to my muse. Only.

Dear Muse, I sense your frustration. I have written nothing lately…not even the blunt and daring. But I fantasize…it’s my world. I dare not change it…only for you however, because you bring me smile. That I can live with. And I dare not change it❗️so let me stand on your pillars of unmovable strength that I may fearlessly speak even into the darkest time that love alone is the answer. We dare not change that. Because in it, we are capable of some more, worthy of so much more, built for some much more even if the odds against us fiercely waves it’s finger of rejection attempting lock us up in the mire of our past defeats. But if we are willing to change the taste of our egos from the self to all, there’s courage in that beyond the bound of our common human strength. So come with me. Take my hand let’s find peace together into this world so full of the selves; the egos, the wicked all that make of materials for fire. Oh dear muse, we are not done yet! We are just beginning to shine the light on the potential of the purity that is capable of residing within. We can built skyscrapers with our pen, change a riotous heart from war to peace. We can feed a generation with ideas of the greater selves (the selves United for a a greater good, realizing we are not to abandon our mother’s God and our father’s faith. Even more so we are mighty giants trapped to be released at the appropriate time). Look at you now. So restless, why mutter in frustration? Why complain of procrastination? Haven’t you heard, the journey was not for the swift or the weak, but for even he, whom the good lord has appointed through his timing and grace. Shall I speak even more or have you have seen the light? Look around you. The world is a beautiful place. Desist from your greed. Abandon your ego and live. Will you see the light? Please do. I rest my case.  

Writing Code

I think I like script writing more than book. It takes too long. Come to think of it, a good book is like a good sex. But who has good sex these day? I guess the quicky it is. I still like my book though cause I got so much rooms to pummel my ideas. lol

Creative Space

It has to be this way. Anything else is a wasted of time and resource IMG_0168

A Cold Day Frosting to Die

It was an open field of snow soaked in blood. Between the high trees and deep valley it had snowed nonstop since the battle began a week ago. The frail echo of the wintery wind seeping through the hollow threes the remaining survivors, cold and clothed in raiments, thawing socks and wet boots made bloody footprints toward that unique blood trail in the snow. It lead them to the underground where the most vicious of their enemies was breathing out his last air. This was not a good day to die. But frozen body parts lay about the falling snow. The fight had lasted through the night where the sound of unceasing gunfires was a cacophony rhythm. He was the sniper with the 50 caliber blowing out heads and guts from a good distant. At time he heard his victims mourning echo in the snow for a good while and then their blood ran out and so was their lives. If he died here tonight he would have missed out on so much. The kiss she let him taste on the day they were deploying to battle, that unfinished poem he planned to read on the day he would get on his knees and ask her to spent forever with him, this was not a good day to die! He could go back in time and be that little boy running up that hill carefree to play with Sam and James. But it came down to this; many childhood dreams don’t survive in adulthood unless the owner of those dreams was so willfully strong that the obstacles that made many deter did not affect him. But it was late, he was cold and the noise and footsteps of his angry enemies would soon find him frozen in the gutter of the underground. It was a cold day to die.

Breaking the Box

Write things that even you are afraid of! Make people angry, make people sad. Set them off! Heck, make them search for a god!

Kiss Of Inspiration

In my older days I made music with your lips.

The Eternal Separator

If death is not all…I will still love you. In my heart, in my soul the solitude wind harrows. How ever could I be so dissolute? These are the unhappiness that I’ve lived with. All seems to far away now, the grave separating the dead from the living, you from me. If ever there was a consolation, heaven awaits my return to that joyous place of everlasting jubilation. We shall meet again!
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