WordPress vs. Facebook

Ever notice all the advertisements on your blog or on Facebook? Do you remember them existing years ago? They did not. And now that WordPress and Facebook competes with each other, often my blogs are not posted to Facebook. Facebook does not want you to open a link to another business like them. Therefore, it is difficult for bloggers to spread their information on social media. It is a cyberspace War. I never thought in my life such a thing would exist but it does. Now people like me, are caught in the crossfire of this war between two social media monsters. How do we, the bloggers, compete with such a huge business. Aren’t you sick of seeing all those ads on Facebook and word press? Don’t you feel we should have a say in what ads we are reviewing? Just some food for thought. Nothing we can do about it. Just thought I would make them aware that we are aware. Power of the people. We will think of something.

We Didn’t Start the Fire

I have seen a lot in my lifetime. And I am only 39 years old?! Here is a look back at what I have seen.

1980. Ronald Reagan and the Cold War Red Scare has Us in an uproar.

1984. Ronald Reagan’s back for more.

1988. Cold war ends with the destruction of a wall.

19 92. Persian Gulf. Oil and money. Bill Clinton will stand tall.

1996. The illusion of Peace. Monica Lewinsky plays with a cigar and hides a dress.

Y2K. The end of the world didn’t happen. Bush’s son vows Revenge. 911 happens. What a mess?

2004. Isis. Terrorism. Not a good time to be Muslim in America.

2008. We are hoping B . Obama well end the Hysteria

. 2010. My daughter is born. Nothing else seems to matter.

2017. Number 45 takes office. I thought my world would shatter.

20/20. Yet to come. Will we learn from our mistakes? Doubtful. The only thing I am sure of is, that we didn’t start the fire. It’s been always burning since the world’s been turning.

Sometimes, they come back.

Sometimes, people leave this Earthly plane, but then come back. When I passed away, all of these little things had to happen at once. It was like a perfect storm. All these little things that added up to catastrophe. And no one thought I would pull through, but sometimes they come back.

somewhere in my body I had a GI bleed. I slowly began to lose all the blood in my body. Until I finally crashed on June 26th 2018. I was on life support for 6 days and had total organ failure. My body never to work again. But sometimes, they come back.

I had herpes simplex munching on my brain. Simple cold sores. A virus that had not appeared in my body since I was in 6th grade. I never thought that this old virus could come back and almost kill me. But sometimes oh, they come back.

When I awoke from life support, my kidneys did not work. I was put on kidney dialysis. They didn’t know if my kidneys would ever work again. But Sometimes, they come back.

I had eight blood transfusions. My heart stopped 4 over 10 minutes. Not enough for my heart to keep beating blood through my body. So the heartbeats stopped. But sometimes, they come back.

In your life, people come and go. Relationships begin. Relationships end. Lovers come and go. Children age, and so do you. It may seem at times like you’re all alone. Everything seems lost, do not despair, for sometimes , they come back.

Black is the new orange

Prison has been romanticized on television a lot lately. There is nothing romantic about prison. I have personally never been to prison, but I know many people that have gone. In fact, I know many people that are still there. The only difference between me and the people in prison is I never got caught.

I live in My Own Prison. I have multiple sclerosis. I used to be a bar Hopper, a Cluber a raver, and a drug Smuggler

Now I have no working legs. Now all I have is social media. And thank God for that, or I would be screwed. If I ever stupid enough to be convicted of a crime, no prison would want me.

I wouldn’t need help with everything. Eating, bathing, dressing, using the bathroom. The only good thing God gave me was that I am extremely good-looking and extremely intelligent. I am a high school English teacher. But I have not taught in over 10 years. I had a child, it caused a serious multiple sclerosis attacked, and I no longer could work. I will never I will never regret having my daughter but that was the beginning of the end.

Now I wear a lot of black. I can’t wear makeup anymore, so I said fuck it. I am so grateful to be alive, but everyday I am In My Own Prison.

I am a poet, that has not written a poem since my cardiac arrest. I just don’t feel the inspiration. If ever you are if ever you are in the upstate New York area please visit me in prison. You don’t need an ID to check in, you can have or possess anything you want, just visit me in prison. Because Prison sucks. Whether or not you’re behind bars. The trick is, to fill your day with things that just passed the time who knows, maybe someday I’ll wear blue.