The What If(s)….

What if… for every moment of sorrow, every moment of pain, every moment of hollowness deep within your veins, were traded for all the special things you once believed would never fade away.

What if… everyone and everything were replaced with your involuntarily craze, stuck in a daze inside a cold maze for days, for weeks, for months, for years, for decades.

What if… what if you were as you say I am, or better yet if I weren’t.

What if… every cloud of gray drifted away, to quiet unknowns, that beautiful imaginary place. A place where the sun remains bright even when the stars are shinning late at night.

What if… I were you, and you were me. Could it be?


Safe, safe.

A picture is worth 1000 words. This safe has been through a lot. Tell its story. Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic

Sitting in a lot, empty. Full of nothing but rusty thoughts. My secret treasures are no longer secrets, and my security has lost its touch.
Here I am, nestled in this lot, broken. Shattered apart. The combination of things seems hopeless. My layers were cracked, I am no longer intact. And I am no longer aware of the possessions my corners shared.
In this lot I’ve weathered it all–rain, snow, and sun. Mystical beings trying to uncover my flaws. Through the pits of numbers scrolling to make a stop.
Even though my code and lock are cold as a clock, time could not attempt to express the things I’ve seen in my heart. To leave me ultimately abandoned from treasures or things that could never be revealed or even discussed.


It used to be beautiful, a feeling of joy, a feeling of happiness. I remained high on LIFE. Always had a smile. How time evolves and moments change.

Now I feel dark, lonely, lost in outer space. I just want some drugs to nudge the demons away. Cut myself and watch myself bleed –feel real pain– just to keep the heartache from driving me insane.

I constantly cry, its fucked up how many tears have dried on my face. Its flight or fight. Either I go or I stay, either way the impact will be hard to face.

Gray clouds shape my destiny as I surrender to fears. The years passing by seem equal to the cave in my chest all dark and hollow with secrets unrevealed .

Then I remember the reason for my life and with the invisible cuffs and bruises I wipe away my troubles and smoke on the kush till it makes me smile again.

Strong Finish: Part 1 Strong Family

This is truly inspirational….

Walter Bright

The graveyard is the riches place on earth, because it is here that you find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were ever sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because some one was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or decide to carry out their dreams.
-Les Brown

What’s your hope and dream for your family?

How determined are your to see it come to fruition?

Every family needs Jesus as foundation of their home. Every family has to have a sense of mission and purpose at the heart of the home. Every family needs to have love, integrity and a good and balanced work ethic at the center of their lives. The lack of these qualities and a misguided sense of purpose have thrown many families…

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