The Bad Squirrels excerpt!

I just finished my final draft of “The Bad Squirrels” not my editor’s edit but, anyway here is a facebook exclusive, excerpt… Lol, not anymore, I don’t care. I love this book so much, I want you to read it so anyway… This book talks about dreams from the idea of being an Oak tree and understanding why we dream. Also, when squirrels look the same how to tell the difference between bad and good…

My love For everything love was to you, it wasn’t me. I could see you everywhere, in everyone, in every place I was, you were sitting there to guide me through. I wanted to make you proud to know, I am with you . Proud of what I done then and would do next. Everything you heard about me was the best. I gave my best always, for you. That nevertheless, was not enough for you to give the same…

Book Trailer – John Darryl Winston

Book Trailer – John Darryl Winston. I enjoyed the excerpts here, I like the author’s writing style. His mind’s application of science theories added with his storytelling style, is a great added touch; fitting perfectly. I get the feeling, I would share the same excitement about, Gene Roddenberry and Star Trek. If I was around when the series first came out. Except, this says, comic book as a…

We are all born with cancer cells

They spread and take over but, not in everyone.

It must be the environment where they exist

affecting their growth.

I am benign.

I want to spread like a ravenous cancer

with the words of wisdom I implore.

Some say this, some say that

Do this, do that

I am benign

My cancerous emotions one in the same to us all.

I thought, we would feel them together.

They are…

I decided to write these poems pretending, I was on my deathbed. Enjoy them;  meant to be uplifting. I presume, I would be getting right with God I think, I’m okay with him. I often wonder what is next after death. I personally, don’t feel it is the end of everything. Though, I do not believe in reincarnation because, I don’t see the point in it existing. So it doesn’t exist for me if it does. I…

I have an old english thing, going on sometimes.

One

A winter’s morn, doth willow wake

Scratch thy window

Early morn

Heavy snow fell from thy branch

Two

Honorificabilitudinitas now, lost in sorrow

To know my worth is meaningless

I beg with mercy to a past I lost

To meet again; guide the way

Poem – Differently

I can’t be that different from, everyone. People need to be right about, anything. They see what they want to see.

Not the truth I believe, you know. It sets you free, I thought and heard. I don’t understand what is empowering about fooling self.

Into believing one does not make mistakes. One does not misunderstand or make any errors. Isn’t this a part of our learning process in life.

What makes…

“Why do you use words you make up?” my son, asked.

Corporations use them as adwords to get their point across so why, can’t I?

“Not the same.” he said.

“Literature is interpreted, what’s different about it?”

It’ s not like a stand in neologism.

I explained.

Sometimes, the way it sounds fancies my spirit.

I remember when I was writing – every poem in a rhyme.

Some stories in a rhythmic patterned…