dead at sunrise

are you up when the eggs have stopped crackling
are you up when the fear is still heavy asleep
when the body's still weary
but that voice is no longer willing to weep

It is here where I meet you,
It is here where I forget there’s no point
This blessed hour of amnesia
Where finally a break from the smoke

i sleep to wake up here,
to forget about the blindness of day,
i need to wake up here
to hear you say my full name

why is the noise so noisy
why does their stare bring me no peace
why is the picture so fuzzy
why does my heart enjoy not the race

i walk to your whisper
let it cut through the pain
i breathe to your promise
that soon we'll be home again.

days surrendered
days abandoned
days where muscles barely contract
days unopened
days that slept
when the sun was shining full staff.

in this time, my confession
i see now all the barren displays
please Day, accept this confession
when I wake, you too will have caved.

let me tell you about this douche from church

hey there,


there's always going to be someone who tries to make you feel lesser than. (and we'll get to why in a sec)

it doesn't matter where you are, what incredible things you're doing, and how amazing your credentials: dicks abound. 

and im not talking about physical ones (even though those abound too), I'm talking about personalities that poke, probe, and protrude.


Like when you're a well intentioned, published author (and attorney) offering your writing services for FREE, at a church function,

and a poking, protruding, voice says:


"but you're not a publisher, are you?

are you even an editor?

I mean... I'm good with words too, but..."


you get my... point. (pun intended)

Funny words aside, these type of comments can hurt. And if we let them, they can dissuade us from doing great things.

So please,

Share who you are, because someone, somewhere needs it.

And if anyone challenges you for no good reason, just know it's because they admire you, and simply dont have the courage to admit it.

*keep streaming*

You're a Gift, god-damn-it.




so I'm an inspiration junkie.

how else would you explain agreeing to run/walk 6 blocks , in 30 degree weather, (every other day) in order to interview (non paid) previously homeless individuals. on your. lunch. break.

yeah, its bad

they think i'm doing them a favor, but no; im just getting my fix.

so let me tell you what went down today; Jeff Greene, a sixty five year old man, who is a street vendor with this Philadelphia city paper (One Step Away) was the definition of a breath of fresh air. 

he was soooo comfortable to be around.

there was something so freeing about his way. 

when I asked him to elaborate on his life lessons from selling papers to strangers on the streets the following statement had me stunned: 

"Im not selling a paper; im giving myself away. And I have learned how to give myself away without being afraid." 

this is what I took from Jeff's statement: Jeff is implying that his presence is something of value. And that something is what he chooses to gift others with; without fearing what will come of it. 

When you feel rich, you are naturally generous. 

I know that sounds like it could come off creepy, lol, but i was in his presence for a good 15 minutes and could not get enough -- he was for real. Unlike many who aggravate, drain or feed off your energy, he brought his energy to the table, like a beautiful platter of ripe fruit, and allowed me to delight in it and get a flavor. 

How would your life be if you acknowledged yourself as a gift, and then chose to generously "give it away", without fearing rejection?

that's what i want to know. 

I have a feeling you'd shake, rattle and roll.

perhaps even get written up in a blog, by some random girl out there. 

maybe even totally make my day. 

*keep streaming*