Volume 1 of my new trilogy about Hollywood is now available worldwide.
I’ve decided to donate ALL of the profits of this new trilogy to three charities.
Volume 1 profits will go to a charity that prevents abuse and ****** assault on children.
Please support my new book and by doing so you’ll not only be helping prevent ****** assault,
but you’ll also be helping set an important precedent in making a statement to other artist,
saying that we all need to start giving back and helping each other more than we have.
PLUS you’ll also be getting an epic book of poetry from an epic best selling poet.
Let’s make charity cool and change the perception of coolness for the better.
Who cares what car you drive or what clothes you wear anymore?
What matters is what you’re doing to help those with less.
We live in this world together and can all give more.

It took me six months and thousands of dollars to create this trilogy in it’s entirety,
and all I am asking for in return is a few dollars and a few minutes of your time.
We made the last book I published #1 worldwide and we can do it again.
Simply purchase a copy now for less than it cost for a cup of coffee,
and/or PLEASE WRITE AN HONEST REVIEW about the book.
I’ve priced the book as low as I possibly could with Amazon.
And honestly If you really don’t have 3 dollars to spend,
at least REPOST this message,
or RESPOND to this message,
or something,
anything.
Love.
∆

Here is the link for purchasing/reviewing the book:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE

Thirty years ago on this day,
You vowed to be together forever.
When  I  think  of wedding vows and look around , I find the vows to have lost   their true meaning.
People are rarely together forever.
If  not  for  this  day I'd  have  lost  all  hope in  "together forever".
Real  love  is  beyond sweet names and showing off,
 It  shines behind  closed  doors where  no  one  is  there to  watch not  just  in  public.
Real lasting love is in friendship, understanding,
respect and not fear.
Its rooted in the spirit Its roots are grounded in its creator LOVE himself : GOD

Look for the light
in every soul
that walks
upon this earth
extend your hand
in friendship
and show compassion
for the poor
stand tall
for what you
believe in
and don't let
people dictate
how your story
is going to end
reach for the heavens
and be glad
for every breath
rejoice in knowing
that nature
will continue
long after
you are gone
teach the young
how to cleanse
the mighty earth
and heal each other
with undying love
express yourself
in a kind manner
and help the man
that falls to his
own personal demons
we are but fragile
dysfunctional beings
that need the human touch
the one that heals
the sick and injured
be righteous
and courageous
and most of all
forgive yourself
for all shortcomings
and be grateful
for all that you have

Lord
Please
Grant
Me
One
More
Day
To
Love
Life

Thank you Father for your Son
Who started more than we could have begun,
Who finished more than we could have done.
Thank you Father for your Son.

Thank you Father for your Son
Who's by your side to intercede,
so that when we pray we'll be heard indeed.
Thank you Father for your Son.

Thank you Father for your Son
Who died up upon that tree,
so that you could forgive a wretch like me.
Thank you Father for your Son.  

Thank you Father for your Son
Who was by a ****** woman born,
so that we could sing new songs some morn.
Thank you Father for your Son.  

Thank you Father for your Son
Who is God--one and three,
Who walks atop the storm-churned sea.
Thank you Father for your Son.

Thank you Father for your Son
Who's mercy and grace reaches all,
that we may be redeemed from our fall.
Thank you Father for your Son.

Thank you Father for your Son
Who started more than we could have begun,
Who finished more than we could have done.
Thank you Father for your Son.

sadness washes over me
like sweat on a hot summer's day in the South

air is thick with grief and yet my heart sings

my heart sings songs of love as I hold my daughter
and as I reach out my hand to help the new guy

Life is full even as I walk through grief and for that I am truly grateful.

my heart longs for cool nights back home in the mountains, where the fire flies dance and bull frogs sing

[prose poem]

          I never noticed how mine these hands are. There, glossy, rinsed clean. Do I want to move my fingers? They will. All of them, they will.
Underneath the water's gloss I see the lines; some ragged and some fine, some smaller and some smaller than the small.
          Though I am no author of what I own, I can see how precious is His gift– and it's been here all this time.
I don't need too look too far. Even for clothes or something to dine. Though I am content with those, I've had, here,
          these hands of mine.