There are far worse things in life than closeted homophobes and bad grammar - at least that's what I've been told

Considering I haven't posted a poem in a quite a while here, and also there has been no post in the past... arghh, I don't know anymore. Time just seems to do its own thing. And I've never been one to stress about much, so I stole a post from an unpublished series of work that will never make it to the light of day.

from: Diary of the Infidel:

When a bad day comes-a-knocking, whether it comes in the form of a “dear john” letter (as a prelude to a broken heart) or even as a an armageddon-like flaming ball of death, it’s always best to do more than bellyache, bitch, gripe and curse the heavens (whatever might be up there).


Reality, as it turns out, is a better pincher (to get you out of the dream world) than, say, a pinch itself.

Unfortunately the world is made up of more than fantasies, nightmares and bad friends. There are a truck load of things that one must contend with in pursuit of the finish line. But, wait, doesn’t the finish line come with its own dose of finality? We all seem to be racing and chasing the end, as if there is more to it than a funeral, expensive coffins, bad eulogies, fraudulent “last wills” and maggots.

When we get caught up in our own distractions; be it a weekend of binging, a bad relationship, illness or certain death, we tend to forget that a bigger picture exists.

I say this again, there’s more to life than the “little things”. They might seem like hurdles today but, tomorrow promises to deliver far bigger hurdles than today may offer. The trick, should we be so brazen as to call it that, is to look, learn and grow.

Some of us, truth be told, left learning behind along with the days of multiplication-tables and “a-is-for-apple”. The wisdom of learning from the past (the mistakes, bad deeds and deviations) appears to have lost its appeal. The novelty of learning has been overtaken by the need to have more.

More than yesterday. More than the neighbour. More than everyone else.

If you are not out there hustling, bustling and fighting (tooth and nail) for more, clearly there is something the matter with you.

Greed, it seems, is the currency of the times.

Trade in your humility for a box full of “more”.

More of what?

More of the same garbage we’ve been getting.

More prejudice. More doubt. More complications. More distractions and more confusion.

There’s more to life than people we aren’t too fond of and the decline of a language.

Read between the lines.

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Namaste

The Gremlin Within

A very smart lady once told me not to ever let the gremlin within get the best of me.
To this day, she still gives me words of encouragement and tries to make sure that I keep to my word of becoming a better writer.

At first I did not fully understand what the gremlin within was.
She explained it to me (in hindsight, I should have known), and pointed out that everyone has it.
It's that voice (for me it's a choir) that keeps telling you that you're not good enough, you can't possibly do this, there's no way you can make it a success and other disheartening statements that not only kick you when you're down, but drag you deeper into the abyss (if you don't keep it in check).

Self doubt is the worst form of self medication.
It treats nor solves nothing. Instead it makes a mountain out of a mole hill.

My gremlin is big one day and small the next. I don't think I would want to completely remove it, sometimes it keeps me grounded, but sometimes I need to be up in th sky.

Onto the point;
Each person has a gremlin, so does each character in your book.
Find that gremlin within. Acknowledge it and move ahead knowing that it's there.

Namaste