100 Word Stories: Flippin The Bird To Expectations

Is this the life I want to be living?

When I am gone from the world. Was this the place where my nest truly kept my little ones and myself safe?

I want better but it’s myself not knowing all that will come. How far can we see into what is yet to come? Will my youth be saved by the child counting on me to be old?

This is where I will be the bird I always wanted to be. Surviving like how I want my young to survive once they reach that level of maturity.

Grow into you.



Remember The Storm

I slept through the hurricane. They always told me I was a deep sleeper but I didn’t think tired old me could sleep through a storm of that caliber. This was the storm of the century, the hurricane that took our individual worlds and combined them into one big mess of home.

I was always a math nerd. The weatherman was pretty much giving you a probable prediction. A well proven suggestion was what I was getting. I had a long day so I was just in the mood to rest.

Stuck in a parallel universe.

The sailor out at sea

On the outskirts of reality

Searching for the vison

I envision memories

Honoring humanity

Mother-Father mentoring

Me in their own way

This was the

Storm of the Cause

I Be Common

“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” — Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?

I had similar thoughts about this topic. I do know reading is good for the mind although we are from the Google era. The world’s atlas has enough information in it for everyone and it’s accessible by the touch of a fingertip. It reminds me of the line curiosity killed the cat, ironically we are feeding the mind important data to help but in a defeating way, because it stops any action or productivity for the self to experience. We can constantly attain all the information we want from the web but if you don’t gain personal information on living, then what was the purpose?

This topic takes me back to a college discussion where we were talking about how there can be guidelines for the main character and by their own personal efforts they don’t really need to follow them. I think what intrigued me about the talk was that it proved to me that life was short and being aware of your own strengths was key. At the end of your life wouldn’t you like to look back and tell yourself that you went against the grain, or saw what was outside the lines?

Being accountable for your own knowledge while experimenting with what else is out there. Almost finding comparisons in other philosophies other than yours so that you can rebuild on what was original.

I guess Google could show you a map or share with you a great review. But it won’t actually be a real life experience that gave inner personal information about how you felt. And I don’t mean to be attacking Google, I love Google. They are a great resource for information.

Food for thought. Is there ever too much thought?

Google it.

A Trip

Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

The five things I would want to get done instantly:

  1. Have my own house
  2. Be happily married
  3. Be my own boss
  4. Play bass in a rock band
  5. Be in my best health

I guess by hypothetically knocking out these big accomplishments how does your life shift and what does it look like on a day to day basis. My list is specific but I think each one could have a broad meaning and plays into more of who I’m trying to be in the now.

I felt my day would start with doing meditation with my spouse. Starting the day off on a positive wavelength. I don’t really like cooking for myself, but if there is someone I care for that is there with me. Then I want to cook all the time. I think that goes into the being married. I can go find arguments that give love a bad name all night, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t arguments that support the agreement as well. I put marriage on the list because so much of my idols we’re married at one point. So why shouldn’t I give it a try.

I’m totally ignoring the commitment to the other person and really only focusing on what seems worth trying. I guess everyone will always have something to say. And there will always be that kind of judgment from sources that really have no concern for the inner kindness. What comes to mind is John Lennon and Yoko. So much of their relationship was a controversy for what John was supposed to be. That expectation was never enough to keep to the two apart. I think there are those speculations of why a person is the way they are but the things we share with only someone special, that sacred connection John and Yoko have is marriage. I would want to know I’m coming home to someone who sees me as charming as one of the Beetles.

 Back to the day.

We would discuss the day over breakfast and cover all that needed to be accomplished. I would share what’s for dinner and probably make plans to get dessert outside of the house. Of course I work at home. I have a den slash office where I do all my writings for work. I have strict office hours where I separate myself from everything and try to do an honest amount of work. Being my own boss making my own hours or at least feeling like I had say over how my time got used would not make my work feel so 8 to 5. If I had to leave the crib I would use a bike. Walking rather than driving so I’m not relying on a car to get around.

I said I wanted to play bass in a Rock band. The reasoning to that, I grew up playing the guitar, that’s the instrument that I play. Although it’s not the limit of my abilities. I think the whole rock band would be to justify that statement of being able to still rock but with a new instrument. There would be a band rehearsal later that afternoon.

Once I arrived back home I would start dinner. Always have the indigents for my signature dishes. Although I never mind if someone else takes the lead in the kitchen. Meaning ordering take out. At dinner I would ask questions about the day or share my insights from the day’s projects.

I have my Mom’s home and my Grandma’s home to connect to, yet that doesn’t mean I don’t want one of my own. A place where I can invent my own etiquette. Be my own landlord.

 After dinner we would sit outside and listen to music while the neighborhood went to sleep. Retelling old stories having new insight about up and coming ones. Entertaining the night with board games and old movies. Get something sweet if the sweet tooth is craving.

 Do the end of the night meditations and fall asleep. This was just a Monday.


Verses Versus VII

The greatest habit
Is trying to have it
All, and I just want it
All, at all costs
I’m both
The cruse and
The cause
Stay cruising
Never losing
And even if I’m
I’m gaining
In the experience
With a bad
Sorry I’m
Back at it
Back to a scheme
A real dream
I’m chasing
One day at a time
Moment to moment
Till I own it
Follow through
On the start
Trying to make
This life
an art

Track 2 The Future

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

He pulls out an envelope and it’s addressed to myself.

The night is young and we are approaching it with the best intentions. I may be just a stranger to you and I deserve the remorse that came with the distance. If time was fair and science could take me to the beginning I would do things different. I’m way passed my prime and see so much of myself in the way you carry the name. This son I never had to see,  light that never touched my eyes could still create something identical to me. How wonderful our paths can still touch even by not crossing physically. The earth was the same earth my feet touched, so we share that moment when we reach those same places on the land.

What is happiness when you can be happy without the real deal. I’m talking about the full extent to the ideal of a family in the society we live in. I know this is more about my own happiness than yours, but I had to reach out to you. Hope is a hopeless challenge you want to win.

I lived a full life and I overcame the struggles that were given to me and I wonder about the quality of my life. How would have things been with your mother and grandmother. Those struggles can’t compare to the regret of knowing what I passed up. The consequences that come along with me even though I left without a word. I stayed playing the scenario in my head everyday since then. I could not defend myself and I come to you a stranger asking for forgiveness.

The last of my days on this earth, I could just hope to hear you say you could forgive me for my actions ,decades later. Even if I am just a stranger. Even if I don’t deserve the time of day. I could just pray you hear me apologize  for what my choices caused in the present. Recognize your inner greatness and learn from my mistakes. Take and know what comes after your decisions and be a better me because we are still connected.

Don’t let fear scare you and always be your best you.



Nomadic Tin-Man

“There’s no place like home”

What is home? Is there a correct way to reach this destination? Or is it this magical place that can’t be anything else but “home?”

They say home is where the heart is. In the literal sense my heart goes where I make it go and that just means I’m able to make anyplace my home. Who would have thought? Although the idea of home was established in my head long before I even cared where my heart was. I never really considered my heart a piece of luggage till now but this concept of the home being where the heart is does feel like a suitcase filled with dreams.

I think back at what generation I am from and then consider what generation my Grandma was in and try to appreciate the differences. Also see the world shift and unfold with new advancements in medicine and technology. Yes the improvements are noted but what I’m trying search for is what makes any of it home?

That question may not make sense but some of it may have to do with not knowing those certain answers. It might mean that any of what I’m asking is really only realizing if your heart is good. I brought this up in a previous post, what does it means to have a good heart, an organ providing all this symbolic content. It takes a good heart to find a home.

Dorothy’s famous lines “there’s no place like home,” she was having this trippy dream and is awoken to see all of her family surrounding her. Dorothy doesn’t stay in Oz because she misses home and she’s dreaming of course. Although is it possible that her connection to Kansas keeps her from seeing more of Oz in the dream? I’m reading way into this film.

There are Good Witches and Bad Witches both with a place they call home.


Verses Versus VI

Coming home
The right way
Right a way
In a trance
By my own talents
& The seeds I
Ruler of my
Own planet
& I came to this planet,
On mission
With no permission
But get paid
On some
I cruise and get it
Dreams & attempts
To get closer
No one closer
No one in the way
But yourself
Nobody in the way
So take ownership
I drive the ship
High of the
Not the ride
Never leaving
Always scheming
Living is Dreaming

Zoltar’s Revenge

You know the movie Big, Tom Hanks gets to be an old man as a kid. This is what would go down if it were to go in reverse, big man in little man. How would that work me going back to school at the age of 12?

Big, it’s been awhile but I remember it clearly. If things did suddenly change and I was myself trapped in a 12 year old body, it’s the first day of school. I would probably befriend the bully. If anything get any student rivalry under control and channel that energy into challenging the teacher. All in all making the teacher find salvation in learning.

I would start a gang. A good academic gang. Set up homework sessions that students could attend to have their work checked and finished. Incentives for anyone tutoring or helping the class always have their homework turned in on time. I would set up gambling system for the science fair and academic awards. Students would get to play and participate and the winners of the fairs and awards would get cuts of the earnings. A great student would bet all on themselves.

It’s a trip because if I could reverse time and re-live a time when I was twelve, I don’t know if I would change anything around. Maybe there’s more of a chip on my shoulders because in the present I have lived twice as long and I can come into a scenario thinking my experiences can solve the equation. I think at that age it was about knowing who your friends were and staying close to them. Music was very much the topic of discussion always. I remember in the seventh grade was the first time a teacher gave me a low grade in math. I really wasn’t focusing. Pretty much what the teacher said to my Mom and that was how middle school began.