Updated: My First E-Book

Update:

Part 2 of my poetry book has now been published on Amazon.  I really do appreciate you coming to read my blog.  This is my first step to being able to make a living by doing the things I want to do, one of which is writing.  I am deeply thankful for any support you give.  Each book is only $0.99.  If you like it then share it with friends and family.  If you have criticisms I am happy to hear them.  Either way leave a comment or send me a message.

Original Post:

I have now published my first book on Amazon available for the Kindle.  It’s called A Book of Songs and is part 1 in a 2 part series of poetry.

You can see it here.

I am very excited to be able to self publish my first book of poetry.  I was intimidated by the whole process of going through a publisher and agents but then I discovered the story of Amanda Hocking and discovered that I could just put my work out there on my own.  Even if you don’t have a kindle you can still read it using the free Kindle app.

I would love to hear any comments you have.  I appreciate any support you give.

 

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When I was young I wanted

to be a singer and dancer

then an artist drawing

superheroes was my passion

then a businessman

I wanted all that power

and then I got lost

4 1/2 years now feels like an hour

now I want to be a

hero saving everything

from everything

what will I want tomorrow

walking where the wind blows

my vision

I may not even be alive to control the steering

or maybe I’ll go backwards

and my family will stop stressing

because I’m a lost cause

these are the things nightmares are made of

doing nothing significant

hoping for one moment

so I can relive the accomplishment

I try to not stress now

staying focused on where my feet stand now

moving to the beat

and I’m not the drummer now

never was

looking at all the world is made of

feeling all the things I’m ashamed of

 

I AM A GOD

I feel warm

singing praises of myself

celebrating when I was born

delusions of grandeur

I am a king

my path is one of greatness

I will change the world

my name will be immortalized in history

they will cheer for me

and my rule will be filled with peace

tired, I don’t get up

angry, I burn myself

happy, I lose myself

peaceful, I forget myself

behind everything, there’s nothing to say

all the shouting, I’m going deaf

people complaining over everything

a world obsessed with getting what they want

exactly how they want it

and if not they can’t handle it

they are weak

I am strong

because I know I am nothing

voices that call me

sensations in my body pull me

this body moves to the beat

of something….

else

A New Beginning: Writing Again

I’ve been on a long break.  But I feel like I’m ready to come back.

 

Standing in the mountains near Sonamarg, Kashmir.

My First Book

Hello Everyone,

I recently challenged myself to come up with a book of raps in under an hour and here it is: One Hour Rap.  It was just an artistic move I decided to make.  To see what a book of poetry in an hour would look like.  It’s not smooth at times and a better flow could have been used in places but I didn’t want to edit it too much.  I wanted it to be raw.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and please download and share it with everyone you know.

 

Thank you.

 

One Hour Rap

Death List

I wrote a list of all the things I want to do before I die.  Yesterday I found the list under my bed and read it again:

#NaPoWriMo Day 8: Will I get a second chance?

what can I do?
twenty two and I never even
got to sleep with you
but you slept with the rest of them
I guess my love was not the same as them
or maybe you didn’t want me to sin
whatever the reason I still can’t let you go
I sit and wait by the phone
hoping you’ll call and want to come home
people always say home is where the heart is
since you’ve been gone I’ve been left homeless
searching for a way back
to the way it was
girls come and go
telling me they’ll make it so
I let them try, but they never loved like this
I don’t know if their hearts can take this though
pressures of affection and constant lovemaking
takes its toll until the point of breaking
and now they run away claiming I stole from them
but I never even touched them
never ever laid a hand
only cut open my chest and showed them
what makes a rich man
but they never understand
they’re not used to an open hand

Start Again

You write the first line but it doesn’t sound so good

so you start again

and you put the pen to the paper but the line is crooked

so you start again

the words didn’t come out in the order you wanted

and so you erase them and start again

and you come to the realization that you have nothing left to say

and so you start again

you reach out into the ether of your mind and find nothing but empty space

so you rest for a while and then start again

there are days where you can only write a sentence at a time

but each day you start again

you come to the end of the story and see a new beginning

so you start again

every word that comes out of you sounds so bad

you start again

you start thinking about what you’re thinking about

before saying forget it and starting again

you see the predestined choices of all your characters and decide to play god

so you start again

and then you finally say what you want to say

and they tell you to start again

but when you see where you are, and where you’re going, and decide to start again

you can’t

you have to start at the next step