It is officially up for sale now! Link is provided below. If you do decide the book, you won’t regret that decision. Simply have an Amzon account, download the kindle app, and you’ll be able to purchase the book easily. Enjoy!
It is official ladies and gentleman! My book, a collection of prose and poetry is now available for purchase on Amazon.com. I will be sure to add a link soon for the book to be purchased. Today is one of the happiest days of my life. If you buy the book, I hope you enjoy!
UPDATE: It may still not be available today. For certain it will be available for purchase tomorrow.
Down on the sandy sea,
I await the call to be free,
To be released for oppression
And desiring worldly possessions
And existing in this false reality.
While some call into question my sanity,
I understand that reality itself
Is a simple falsehood, I myself
Realize the futility of man,
The little we can
Do, and await to be taken
By the blue waters, waiting to be awakened.
With a flick,
You will hear a click;
A click that signifies
Something that makes you cry
Or laugh so hard your gut hurts.
All because of the nature of humanity
And its sanity or insanity.
Few are willing to face the ugly truth straight into its eyes. Those that do are more enlightened than the rest. Majority however, are willing to manipulate stories into tall tales to better themselves.
A Simple Cup
Bitter the brew sits,
Awaiting for someone to take a sip.
Before lips approach, the bitter brew
Is changed to fit the tastes
Of an individual, breaking and distorting
It from its original and pure form.
While few can take it bitter,
Many are unwilling to accept
What is presented before them.
A beautiful and blistering satire of society. Can you figure out who the real mannequins are?
Life as an Idol
Stuck in the same position; unable to move and unable to hide. In front of the window every day, not able to even leave at night or on the weekend. I am stuck like this, having to be an idol to society.
I am the image you must aspire to. You must follow me and my style. Wear what I wear and look how I look. You cannot have any free will for I am your will. If you do not follow my lead, you are a worthless disgrace that should die.
Yet, despite me saying this, I am a hypocrite. I have no free will of my own. I am dressed by others, have no voice to express myself with and cannot move on my own. I need to be moved by others. I always require help. I am just as fake as those who follow me.
With no place to run and hide,
I hide inside myself, wishing
For time to stop moving,
If for a brief moment
So i can gather my broken
Self. Torn to shreds lies
My heart and soul, no longer able to fly.
Engulfed by the eternal black
Seeking a way to go back
To my former self
Hoping someone could help.