Is this the way of the world?

IMG_3904I believe a rainbow is one of the most beautiful, relaxing escapes of nature. After a heavy rainstorm I look forward to looking at a rainbow and feel disappointed when it does not appear. Lately it seems like the world needs a few extra rainbows. I am ready to chuck my Facebook pages and become a hermit. I cannot believe the promotion of negative politics, hate, racism, call to action to cause riots and wars. What have we become in our society today when an actress thinks she can cause havoc with our country? Do not people think for themselves or are they guided like the pied piper syndrome? Listen to my music and follow me to hell. How do those shows exist in our society that promote attacks on celebrities in an orchestrated attack to make money? Why did not the celebrity stand up and walk away instead of listening to that tirade? By the way the comedian looked ridiculously hateful.

What do you think? I am tired of excerpts being cut from interviews to bend a point of view. Do you feel the same as I do? What people do not understand is the power of kindness, understanding, and the ability to sift through all the BS. Do I have to spell it out? In order to eliminate hate, prejudice, and anger in the world, you cut the head off the snakes. Those who promote hate within their race are wrong! Period, do not give them a forum to speak. Cut off their beloved program, stop electing hate promoters who promise something for nothing and never deliver.

FB is a great media platform, but I am tired of people promoting negative  👎 stories. I hate politics, because it is a platform to promote negativity. Where are the Mr. Smith’s in Washington that promote a moral agenda? Those people who wish to help our country, not tear it down. When was the last time you saw a news program that showed a young black boy running into a burning apartment to save an elderly white woman who is trapped? A white man pulling an Asian man from a horrible car accident and giving him CPR and saving his life. No, news needs to show how people are murdered everyday in Las Vegas, Detroit Michigan, or New Orleans, Louisiana. Have we become that cullused and disingenuous in our nature that we do not like stories with rainbows?

*Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi/Quotes

Where there is love there is life.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

The heart is the gateway to your soul. Open it with love and prosper. Press the link below for my bookstore:

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Love

Country

Fell from the Sky

Angel, you fell from the sky.
You felt my sorrow; you heard my cry.
You touched my shoulder, and I was not alone.
In time of death, the angel shows,

“Show the way through the light.
Show me to my husband’s flight.
Bring me to my family and friends.
Do not desert me at the end.

I led a good life, raised my family well.
Eighty-nine years is quite a spell:
Seen a world war and two police actions,
Saw polio vaccinations have a positive reaction,

Outlived my husband and three sisters,
Independence with no assistance.
Three daughters live close by,
Children I can rely.

Angel, you fell from the sky.
You felt my sorrow, heard my cry
You touched my shoulder, and I was not alone.
A little more time, I am not ready to go.
Thank you, angel.”

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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How do you write?

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Questioning eyes 👀 wish to know, how do you prepare your writing? Novels, short stories or poetry, what gets the mind rolling on ideas? Do you write an outline on your book idea and add chapters, lines , paragraphs? How do you get your writing juices moving in the right direction. Are your books based on your experiences or what happens on the evening news that prompts a Detective 🕵️‍♀️ story or a spy thriller.

My poetry never uses an outline and is stimulated by emotion. I wrote my first three poetry books around the life and death of my wife and the woman I met a year after my wife’s death. I rode my Harley around the country working at healing a broken heart 💔. I wrote a book of short stories which had a basis in my childhood. I would write an outline on some of the stories, but on many stories my mind flowed with ideas and exaggerations to make the stories come alive.

I have prepared four novels; I started my first Novel, The Man With A Limp, with an outline which I changed constantly. I wanted to humanize a harden Iraqi war hero and constantly changed my format. In some chapters I discarded the outline completely because I liked the flow of the story that was popping out of my imagination. On my second novel, The Chameleon, I did not use an outline except for the villains of the book. I flowed from my first book to this next chapter in Lucky McLaughlins life as the protagonist. I enjoyed writing about his friends and family as he searched out evil in the world. Charlie is my third Novel of Lucky McLaughlin and his family. Charlie is his athletic daughter who wishes to continue her aging Father’s work. I use the internet to help research stories and keep me from flowing to far off base, I was hoping to make the stories sound real life and credible. My last Novel I am writing is about Lucky McLaughlin’s Father. It is called Brooks Mc Laughlin, the creator of the Chameleon.

This story has a basic outline that is the villains in each chapter mixed in with the trama and exhilaration of everyday life. Much of my books fly by the outlines because I get distracted with the characters and I wish to expand on them. Does this happen to you in an effort to write a compelling story? Wikipedia has been a great source for my stories and u tube videos giving historic information to add to some stories. I do not spend hours on research; I grasp an Idea and flow with what I have learned.

How about you? How do you write your stories? I have Published my one Novel and will publish my second Novel in a couple months. Unfortunately, money has it’s restraints and the process for me is slow, but I enjoy writing ✍️. Pura Vida!

Writing

It is a cold winter morning in Santa Cruz, California. It is windy, rainy and no one is at the beach. A lone man, about twenty-four years old is walking with a six-foot bamboo walking stick. He is wearing a rain poncho, a rain hat, and rubber boots. He has thick long black hair down to his shoulders and a massive long black beard hanging down to the middle of his chest. He walks with a limp on the left side. His hand is curled up, and his left arm hangs down, appearing to be a useless appendage. He is smiling; it is obvious he likes to walk in the rain. With him, as he walks is a large German Shepard who has scars on its face and a large scar on his chest. I own a restaurant on the beach called “The Santa Cruz Experience.” It is an inexpensive diner with the usual Santa Cruz decor: surfboards and surfing pictures hang on the walls and a Harley Davidson motorcycle setting inside to the right, by the front door. I like to ride. My name is Jack.

 

Does the weather make you a hermit crab?

C1F1477D-DE28-447E-84D6-6A770612F320The storm rages on as the sun begins to rise over the eastern skies; a small break in the clouds and the sun peaks through producing a pretty rainbow in the showers. It has been two days of constant down pour keeping us secluded like hermit crabs in the sand. Not willing to face the torrent of rain we found menial tasks to perform. Do you stay huddled in the warmth of your home instead of attacking Mother Nature’s  onslaught?

Our little river is not so little any more. The thunderous roar over the rocks have disappeared as the swift waters reaches the top of the river banks. I have never seen the river so high. Are we in danger of flooding? No, I live high on a hill and have no need to worry. I find it interesting and soothing to my mind. I listen to the drums of the river often. The river went from crystal blue to brown. Somewhere up the river a small avalanche of red and brown dirt must have fallen into the river, changing the mood of the river from a docile calming influence to a more somber darker rage.

Is that what happened in Las Vegas last Sunday? The man’s happy existence turned dark and angry. He just snapped someone told a reporter. No one saw this coming and he went on a murderous rampage. Really? It saddens me that his closest friends ( if he had any?) did not see this unusual behavior escalating. Hermit crabs definitely did not see it or did not want to as they were safe, hidden in the sand until someone dug them up and ate them.

I am sad remembering Las Vegas and the darking skies of more eminent stormy conditions added to the torrent in the river of life. As I search the skies for clearer weather, all I visualize is another full day of stormy weather. I see no clearing of the violence perpetrated by sick individuals who should be locked away and managed, Keeping society safe. As a society we release people to suffer until their clouded, disallused minds explode and cause havoc, much like Mother Nature’s furious rath.

The thunder cracks and the lightning flashes in the early morning sky. I like the storms because I can watch the lightning and hear the raging thunder. I listen to the symphony of the river, the water hitting the rocks, the rain pummeling down my crystal cocoon I call home. I feel safe or am I? Pura Vida! Press the link below for an adventure in reading, Thank You!

Stormy

Bitter

I will not be bitter
As my country loses it’s glitter
Times are tough
Losing a job is rough

Homes in foreclosure
The country looks like a loser
Banks are in trouble
People’s lives begin to crumble

I will not be bitter
I choose to be chipper
Help my fellow man
Give as much as I can

Help family and friends
Refuse to pretend
Our country is in trouble
I refuse to grumble

It is time to change the litter
And regain our glitter
No time to be bitter