Just when the sun peeks the brightest,
an eclipse takes aim right for it.
A smile protecting what’s left,
I take a knee.

Mystery Blogger Award


Once again I have been surprised by another acknowledgement award, completely from left field.  There’s no bigger compliment to my writing and to my bog then a compliment from my peers.  Thanks again Avid Observer, I really appreciate the kind gesture.

Human perspective with inspiration and motivation, you’ll find it all right here at Avid Observer

Kudos to Okoto Enigma for making such an award to celebrate writing and allow all of us bloggers a chance to share a virtual fist bump and promote exposure.

Keep on paying it forward everybody!!!!

Award Rules:

  • Put the award logo on your blog.
  • List the rules.
  • Thank whoever nominated you and link to their blog.
  • Mention the creator of the award (Okoto Enigma) and provide a link as well.
  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  • Nominate roughly 10 – 20 people for this award.
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blogs.
  • Ask your nominees five questions.
  • Share a link to your best/favorite post that you’ve written.

Three things about me:

  1. Gym nut;
  2. Not a fan of heights; and
  3. I hate slow walkers.

My Nominees who I have become a fan of, they’re all very talented and each deserve a shout out, they  are:

  1. Orlando Espinosa ;
  2. The Ink Owl;
  3. Ricardo Sexton;
  4. The Evolutionary Mind;
  5. Quiescentlistener;
  6. The Nostalgia Diaries;
  7. The Body’s Heated Speech;
  8. Sparky Jen “No Beatin Around the Bush Allowed!”;
  9. Eliza Rudolf
  10. Beauty Beyond Bones

5 Questions asked of me:

  1. Which famous personality that I would like to meet from the past?Why?
    Answer: John Ritter at the Regal Beetle – come on, cause its Jack Tripper.
  2. One thing that can make my day?
    Answer: Hearing any pun whatsoever.
  3. Lesson I learned that I can never forget?
    Answer: Never fry bacon with your shirt off.
  4. One human trait that I hate?
    Answer: Condescension.
  5. A quote or memo that I truly follow in my life?
    Answer: A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.

5 Questions I leave my Nominees:

  1. Where do you draw your inspiration to write/blog?
  2. What time of day do you prefer to write?Why?
  3. What are you reading?
  4. Favorite writer or blogger?
  5. Worst bout of writers block?

Lastly, I have to say that I don’t really have a favorite post, they are all some bit or piece of me so I truly can’t choose.  I just hope people keep enjoying what I write.

By the Salt


Crusty eyes wake excited,
when mornings are usually slumbered.
Sun stretching, this early.
We leave Theresa with a wave,
that smile.

You and I now,
a trip of bond.
The mist chills my face…
his dory crashing against the lap.
Posture held strong.
My imagination animated by the salt.
Few words spoken but enough was understood.
Cap to his brow, a grin in that cheek.
Surrogate father, my hero.

Piece Of Your Heart


A long time ago we promised a connection.
But we’ve found ourselves adrift, in the other direction.

Alike by the bloodline that flows deep within,
difficult to conceive that we were both born as kin.

I’ve questioned at times for a true explanation,
only blame in retort, without hesitation.

Our bond left abandoned, now way in the past,
the first day we met was also our last.

Free of the burden that it must have been me,
when sometimes in life it’s not meant to be.

So I move on at peace, that I have done my share.
Fate left to you, to show me you still care.

I hope someday, that the piece from your heart,
matches with mine so we can return to the start.

The Hillside







A hillside where I played, now lies dormant, unused.
Laughter no longer carries in the wind where childish breath was once contrasted to the pitch night sky.

The grass, still worn, but no longer from play for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades.
This lonely hillock connects me to my past,
the lost adventures of a youngster where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels.
Simpler then, necessary, far from times reach.

But now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before.
As I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again.
Familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows,
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away.
My boyish reminiscence forever welcomed, I see more beyond this passed by place and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long.
that hillside…where I played.

One Ray of Sun

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Just one ray of sun can melt it all away,
make it right, make it ok.

Embrace like before with meaning and feel,
something I forgot was actually once real.

The static between can easily be gone,
takes simply understanding, not brains nor brawn.

Bring it back from where we left it in the dark.
Let’s let all the light in, all I need is your heart.

Look Back

How do you keep walking forward without wanting to look back?
Your self-made contempt must justify it.
My journey through hearsay.
Birth to beyond being explained,
while I’ve never been posed with a question.

Imprisoned by pride with that broken conscience,
do you get to stand trial for your faults?
If excuse could no longer be an option, what then would you plea?
I know, that even at that moment, you’ll still forget,
forget to just turn around….
…to see what you left behind.

Hidden Smile


If you see me sometime and I don’t look your way,
I beg your pardon, just not myself today.

My smile is hidden, my laughter’s gone quiet.
Contrast to normal, I mean not to try it.

The struggle within is a battle some time,
feels like a mountain that’s too high to climb.

It’s lonely in there, just me and my thought.
Understand why? You probably will not.

If you see me displaced, please keep your intention.
Show me concern and give me attention.

There’s a smile inside, it just got displaced.
Knowing you care will bring it back to my face.

The Shine of Your Sun


My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.

At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.

Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.

To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.

I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.

My Turn

A constant tiredness reminds me of how far I’ve come, this journey wears on me.

Every day I dream with no idea of when I get to wake up.

Always running towards something I believe doesn’t really exist, tormented with doubt, troubled with expectation.

I get a glimpse sometimes but it obscures quickly because it was never meant for me.

So again I move on as I always have and wait for it to be my turn.

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