Tag: dailyprompt

The middle name, my middle name specifically, maybe it did have a meaning. Other than “little king” back in the day. Maybe. Just maybe. But I couldn’t tell you. As a younger person I resented my last name. Maybe I still do, but during that time of youth I wanted to change my middle name to my last name and swipe out Berg. That was the key to just get rid of Berg, I would have been Matthew Ryan and I liked that. I still do. But I’m married and my wife is a teacher known as Mrs. Berg the chocolate lady. Hard to do what I wanted after 14 years having the same last name.

Sizzling toothpicks cinder my teeth.

So my middle name is Ryan and that is that. It does somewhere mean little King and I guess that’s cool and neat but I don’t give it much credit I don’t really think about it I use it though as much as I can and I’m definitely Matthew Ryan Berg.

C’est La Vie

NOSCE TE IPSUM

“Know Thyself”

My biggest goal is always to wake up in a good mood. Then the day starts. First comes finding socks undies and a tank for the misses. Then comes the smoothie time making and electrolytes drink. Then get Z ready, brush his hair, brush his teeth. What comes next is waiting in case I’m needed and after they leave I take myself outside and take a break. Then I start with my school work and editing and more editing and oh wait, more editing. I wouldn’t say I have a ritual, it’s more just the routine. If anything, my ritual is going outside and doing what I do and taking that time and if that would be considered a ritual, that would be it. I don’t find myself a ritualistic type. I think that falls into play with sports and The motif that is the collective of that.

C’est La Vie

NOSCE TE IPSUM

‘KNOW THYSELF’

Hi-ho and hello.

Well let’s see…🤔, I remember lots but a little due to being a reader growing up. I’d say I remember the chaos in Mogadishu, but that was an uncle young recalling his memory and me either vicariously recalling the same due to an idolizing of my elders. Hell, what kid didn’t want to be like their uncles and parents?

But I can recall the Lewinsky shit show that hit the White House, and of course I remember Columbine. One certainly supercedes importance due to the lives lost and the face of the American school that changed forever after. I remember the Oklahoma bombing too. Jesus! Then comes 9/11 and that was something else. I remember the radio being on at school, the teacher hushing us. The audacity in the adults eyes. The hushing and shushing that happened while they all questioned the realities that were panning out in real time over the radio and the TV. Ohhh I remember the TV. I remember thinking it couldn’t be real and then I saw the first body fall. The rest is history. Fuck. This sucks recalling these things. But it’s life, right?

I’d wish historical events had some glimmers of hope in recalling what I can but this is it without taking to the internet.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown. And apologize for giving up for as long as I have I seemed to have last traction and fell out of the groove lately.

May your day be as good as it can get and the night be brighter than the night before.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

Risk. I like the game, I appreciate the opportunities given on the scale of a cardboard ie of risk is outlandishly unforgiving. Though that’s said, I get it, because it’s gripped with the imagination and all the possibilities.

A Poem

M. R. Vega

Faith, a spirit wandering. Juxtaposed against the grain of the flurried days we have before us. Faith, a beaten spoil for all the grandeur ripped away. The contrast of light and dark has lost its grasp and slips, slips, slips. Faith, the blue and purple pulp of hope, flashed and bruised, Faith, the beaten golden wonders of all that died in the gleaming of hours. Becoming transactional, losing the relations, traditions scrapped to save a dime, Faith now a smoldering bitch weeping at the ash beneath. Wishing the find a glimmer. Wishing to find a glimpse of a hope that’s suffocating. Suffocating. Can we resurrect? Do you want to?

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be in your favor and may the night be gracious and bring dreams of light.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

I believe everyone should know that life isn’t simple, nor is it difficult, it’s a matter of perception in how you let the world direct you or you direct it.

C’est La Vie

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

Hmm. I’m a pretty open book as it happens to be. The few things I don’t share, I won’t share due to my privacy wants and needs.

But, not that it’s new news, I’ve happened to be dealing with an  increase of progression with the MS and lately it’s like my mind, thoughts, and the links connected are shoved deep in the recesses of what’s left of my brain. It’s like thinking through a gelatinous pudding that sticks thickly to my everything and I’m left with a brief whisp of whatever it was as it decays before my eyes and the memory is swept away.

It’s odd how quickly this transition has been, two infusions and I thought I’d be sharper, a bit more resilient to the myelin degradation, but it’s like watching an accident in slow-motion and there’s nothing to be done but to watch.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown and coming back and again. Thank you. May your night be joyous and sweet and the day be gentle and decadent.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

A Lazy Day, unproductive?

Nay!!

I’d say as long as the day is one, maybe two days of R&R.

I feel that once it’s overextended one becomes complacent and bored. But, I ask, what is a lazy day?

I ask due to being a stay-at-home parent. The job never really ends, only pauses for moments, sometimes hours, but never a day.

So is the lazy day one that resides outside of a typical day that involves a barrage of needs for my child and the puppy? Can it be something that is separate? But then comes the guilt in having the nerve to ask for something like that. 

Being a parent is a full time job that overtly exceeds the hours one would expel at say, a desk job, or really a multitude of others. My attention needs to be here and resilient to fatigue with a capability to do all I can for my boy and the Mrs. So R&R comes in bouts of 15 minutes there, a half hour here and the likes due to wanting to be attentive and here.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for support shown and pray that the night is gently cascading over your soul and that the day is bright and beautiful for you.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

I’m most proud of my children and my marriage—13 years together and still going.

I have four children and I’m0 ma’am, proud of every one of them. Sadly there are two that I don’t have the joys of being with as they are hundreds of miles away but I’m grateful that I can care for them from a distance and send an occasional treat,  present, or two.

Luckily, I’ve got the grace to be able to have two in my life that are close, my babygirl Zap and her brother Z. I get to be here for Z every waking moment to be sure his life is as perfect as it can be, given he’s nonverbal and autistic it definitely keeps me on my toes and in a quiet realm but I love my time with him and being able to care for him. I cherish each child and hope that through the years I get to know each better and in a deeper level than face value.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support shown and coming back and again. I thank you and truly cherish you.

May your day be joyous and bright, may the night be graceful and gentle.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello

Hmmm? Family. Life. The people that affect our theories and realities.

It’s between my wife and an uncle that is so distant he’s become more of a figment of something real than anything. So we’ll quickly pivot over to the Mrs. 

We’ve been together for eons, 13 years exactly, and I’ve found her to be invaluable to my life.

The thing is, she’s a teacher. Not only is she a teacher, she’s the CNA for our son and the breadwinner of our lives.

I’ve watched her grow to blossom into a beautiful soul that’s in tune with her students and the sociology of everyday life. She happens to connect with her students better than the rest and has them feel comfortable enough that they get to be their true selves. I find that commendable and amazing. Especially as a student still, I think it’s amazing that she has the tenaciousness and patience to do it day in and out as a teacher and to do it for their benefit tickles my be spirit.

She’s successful and she shows it with her many degrees. I’m proud to be her partner through hell and high water.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown and appreciate you coming time and again. Thank you, may your day be joyous, and may your night be forever great.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

Today, I’m not going to necessarily answer the prompt, instead, I’m going to come with another question. As it is these prompts aren’t law and nearly act as a mere thread to consciousness. So here it is:

You know what makes a shitty neighbour?

It was the first thing that came to my mind upon seeing the daily prompt. What makes a shitty neighbour?

Well I’ll tell you. It’s Druggies. Not your cigarette smoking chain loving types that have a need for carcinogens, or your booze loving, weaving lopers that loon to the moon in the dark. It’s the crouched, smeagol like needy bastards that come with their pock marked arms and their twitchy feet stagnant of a following the walkway and near blind to gates and what one would call a yard. They fumble and trot every which way like zombies in the night and come from every angle only fearing the light.  

They bring a smell of dark chemicals, something seething and frothing at the holes of the mass and mess it is. 

They darken the neighbourhood and bring a lacking of brightness, like a vacuum for cleanliness to rid us of our humanity.

Whoa.

Sorry.

Hmm. Guess I don’t like our neighbours.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I thank you for your support and appreciate that the coming time and again. May your day be joyous and your night be beautiful and splendid. Thank you.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

There are so many things, so many damn things, but then I have to put into thought, my life. The path I have with my boy and my wife, and so there are a lot of things that I would have liked to do in the past, yes. Though looking at it now I’m grateful that I am living my life the way it is.

But what I can try…is keeping to schedule and routine. For god’s sake. Seriously.

I think of a survivalist, the last Alaskans, shows like Alone and books like Hatchet, and remember that my life is a treasure, to say the least. I’ve been graced with love, with the roof over my head and food in my mouth and tummy. What more can I ask for if I have everything I need.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and showing up time and again. Truly may your day be joyous and your night beautiful.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

So, as you can tell, this is being dropped on the 25th/26th and it’s titled for the 11th.

Hmmm. I think that gives an answer in itself, don’t you?

I’ve become a shambled heap with my mind. I’m still here, I can think for myself, it’s my thoughts that trail off to ash leaving little if anything to grasp and use.

Paintings I’ve let dry up, stories I let drift to a stupifying halt, ideas that become outlines and drift to scribbles of the unknown, illegible and ill-gotten.

Instead I’ve recoiled to something unmoved, something sedentary and more concrete.

I don’t know if it’s my health, I don’t know if it’s my medication, I just don’t have a lick of creativity to spare and I am trying but it drifts and that last word lingers on the tip of my tongue for a minute too long, forgetting where I was, forgetting what I was intending.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support, I thank you for your coming back and again, thank you. May your day be joyous and your night be blissful.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

Whoa! I’d love to say the birth of my first son, or upon marriage, but even still I feel that I’m growing and learning at 34.

This doesn’t mean I’m not grown, just that I haven’t stopped learning and discovering. (Stopped writing, perhaps.)

I would say though, that adulthood didn’t truly encapsulate my life until I nearly lost my marriage. Truth is, it was as though a rug had been removed and I, the sucker, stood there awaiting the plummet to certain dire death.

I may happen to be dramatic but to lose the traction that is consistent and routine, and to find out that it was to be done, is like having the air stripped from your lungs. This called for growing up and having to acknowledge some failures of my own and a need to find myself profit.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown. And that time and again I see your beautiful presence. Thank you. May your night be joyous and the day a bright and glorious one.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

To not fail!!! That’s a tremendous inquiry.

To not fail at love, to not fail at school, to not fail at life…oh the list is insurmountable!

My biggest fluke, and in Bradbury’s eyes, likely my biggest fail is lately.

I pride myself in making sure I write on a daily and come with something of substance whether it for myself or just for giggles, regardless. As of late though, I feel as if I’m in the deep recesses of my mind. Trapped in something thick and gelatinous. It’s been hell and I think I’ve lost my way.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and your continued coming back and again even though I’ve been a bit off. Thank you may your day be bright and your night be joyous.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello.

Hmmm…to say that there is just one issue in itself which is for another writing prompt, but the hardest personal goal would have to be maintaining anything.

You may laugh or snicker at the thought, but my mind is a trick of losing more each week and I can almost sense it. …what’s that word?…hmmm…what? What word?

That’s my mind. Ellipsis’ trailing my thoughts with ample focus to the void that is my mind and focus.

But in truth, a goal I set for myself was this, DreamDarkStories.com and I lost focus, lost traction and lost momentum.

I still ‘plan’ on continuing but I can feel the track is far from my groove. And my groove needs to fit right if I want success.

Which leads me to really leaning into wanting to lambast myself into the oblivion for losing it and losing focus.

Things though are changing, my focus will be clearer as my son is going back to school at a Brick and Mortar site, leaving me to my vices on a daily with pens at my finger tips and wanting to create. So my readers, my friends, I do ask for patience but can promise some paintings and stories to come soon in lieu of the prompt and my goals for the years end. Let’s see if I can make it…god, I hope I do.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and coming time and again for a gander. Thank you. May your night be glory and the day be bliss.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Hi-ho and hello. There are many but I’d say the list is smaller than I’d imagine…let’s see if I can do it with memory…I doubt I can.

There are favorites like Frida Kahlo, Vincent Van Gogh, & Georgia O’Keefe. But then there’s George Rodrigue, Michael Hussar, and Luo Zhongli. I’d say these few are the primary favorites that fit with who I am as a person.

Aside from looking up spelling I remembered each artist.

Anyhow…these are the artists that I found from my youth to now and that move me. There are others like Monet and Munch but the emboldened ones are the ones that still stand resolute and a lot of what I have painted comes from inspirations I pulled from them.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and sharing of any posts. May your night be beautiful and your day be glory.

NOSCE TE IPSUM

Whoa. I’d say I’m sorry but that’s just what comes naturally due to being more than late. For god sakes this is late!

But as for hobbies…the list is long.

I enjoy building Lego sets, mini libraries, painting, writing, poetry, and sketching.

Sadly, I haven’t done any of these in months. I’ve been detached lately.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I think you for your support. And I hope that your night is blissful and the day gentle.

NOSCE TE IPSUM