Dream Dark Stories

Tag: life

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Three, July 11th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever those days where you wake up so much earlier than you plan down and somehow you feel better than you have every other day when you have gotten there the right amount of rest?

    A prompt recently addressed, days ago mind you, I talk about how there is a lack of sleep, that there is a very long duration that I find myself staring at the ceiling, awaiting rest to find my eyes. That didn’t happen today or last night, although I went to bed at 2:00, anyhow, my body immediately  knocked off, and 3 hours almost exactly, I was up again as though I had planned on it.

    This is beginning to worry me, though I am finding time to do school work that I didn’t have previously, I’m wanting to contain my sanity and I feel that a lack of sleep will just increase the fragility of my mental space. Maybe I can pull it through, maybe if the hours are spaced accordingly, the body will be rested adequately.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May the night’s air be a refreshing change, the morning, a splendor of worthy time to you.

    Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Two, July 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    Whoa, ever take to looking back, looking at the steps made before, statements made promises promised? Been wanting to do the art in the poetry as well as really anything of the sort of Art that I produce here, I’ve been wanting to do that everyday. But I then take to being here, being present being in the moment with my wife and my son and our puppies and life I really really enjoying my creative writing class I am doing it’s an elective but still it’s something that I’m massively pumped for and I am sorry but at the same time I’m not though, because, well, I like where I’m at. I feel safe where this is.

    It’s like the prompt the other day asking about vacation. My best vacations aren’t ever a planned and intended one, it’s the moments I enjoy in that moment with the ones I Love. And I hope the memory resonates still and always.

    This is a worry, but I digress, that’s another conversation for another time.

    I’m tired and though I should be wise and keep my lips shut, I’ve decided I’m not going to do that anymore. If I have a question I’m going to ask a question regardless about painful it may be, regardless of what it may allude to, or give light to. I’m tired and I don’t know about you but doesn’t it get old? Doesn’t the b******* language that more curtails the actual situation and manages to even avoid the nuance so there’s no implication of what’s actually happening, you end up having an assumption, you have anger, and then you’re just done.

    Mind you the assumption isn’t always there however there are times when it’s hard not to assume because why else not? Why wouldn’t I go to that thought? Why wouldn’t I assume what could be a possibility in the situation where the question lies?

    Questions, so many questions, life is a question though isn’t it? Laughter so much LOL hahaha. Good night all.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May the day be blessed and the night a wonderful splendor of dream and wild bliss

    Thank you for the repeated likes and coming to the site. Thank you for the support, and thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-One, July 9th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever have those times when you feel that you have everything sussed out, that it’s all on the right path? But thepp n one small little rift happens leaving you lacking appendages, emotion, a string of cognitive thought, may it be.

    Ever realize how much that small rift is so comparable to that of a butterflies flapping wings, and yet you’re outside of oneself trying to grasp at the straws unseen?

    Now, I understand this may seem negative, but check this out.

    Those rifts, regardless of size, are points of adversity that leave you to an option of sorts. These options are boundless and infinite, plus they’re yours. You have a choice.

    Knowing that and looking at your life and the past in a minimalist fashion, when faced with adversity what did you do. Did you drive through it towing over the issues? Or did you ignore it altogether? Now, as mentioned, these options are boundless and have a myriad of choices. What do you choose?

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for your support. Thank you for the kindness and may your life be beautiful. May there be life and love before you to cherish.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety, July 8th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    She calls me snap dragon, as though that’s what I’ve become. Do I take honour to it? Offense? Or is that me?

    I question this, and go through the introspective search of why. Why are my responses and my quips so immediately snarking? Is it because I’m just f****** tired? Is it due to just being fed up with the monotony of the same b*******? I don’t know. I feel like I haven’t said that in a minute but it’s true, I wish I knew, but then there’s a variable and that’s her. Now will she give me a response as to, not the name, but what’s being seen that creates a calling for that? And is it incessant or is there something that is being said that is getting the Snapdragon attitude?

    These are my questions of the week. What is it I’m portraying and exuding that’s causing the name? Life…

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and the added likes that have been boosting the site. Thank you all, I am very appreciative of the love I see here.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Nine, July 7th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    This is a scribed recording of myself at 12:42 a.m on the 8th of July.

    I will try my best to speak clearly, and not edit anything.

    Midnight, midnight 45 actually, the rains softly falls up above. And I am perplexed, as a matter of fact I am much more than perplexed. I’m flummoxed, behooved, rattled, f****** frustrated as hell.

    You ever go through a matter of weeks, days, and in this time you feel calm, even comfortable, safe, a solid and dare I say resolute stance seems to be had? And then, something happens, you forgot to delete something that doesn’t f****** matter because it’s that minute, that infinitesimal that it becomes something so distanced and neglected that it’s nothing, but then Fortuna, the gorgeous lady, s**** on you like a bird in the heat of summer?

    And then what went from feeling peaceful and calm like the placid waters of a distant lake; turns to the devastation of a hurricane meeting a typhoon during a full moon.

    Yesterday, I felt a dying calm, there was such a peace in my heart that if anything had gone wrong I don’t think it would have phased me, today is quite the contrary.

    Now you think, ‘maybe it’d be the boys I’m talking about‘. It isn’t but at moments I wish it was.

    It’s a daunting reality to this song:

    ENJOI!!

    There’s no buying of anything that can ever bring a solid and consistent variable of happiness. At least, that’s what I’m finding. And that leaves me here trying to decide on a few things. 

    Like: What am I going to let affect me?

    How am I going to be? And what steps do I want to take?

    The truth of the matter is, it’s a choice, everyday is a choice to be what you want to be. Do you choose to be gracious and kind, or brash, assertive, and overbearing? Do you want to make each step count? Or take a trip five steps back?

    That’s where I am? Am I going to repeat on a path of the insanity route doing something the same with an expectation to there being a difference this time? Or is it wanting to make it the best it can be. It is a choice.

    Choose.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the gracious support and coming time and again. I thank you.

    May your night be bliss and the day be gracious and pleasant. Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Eight, July 6th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Just try, for me, for you and yourself if you would, to be happy and find light.

    Life is too damn short.

    Life is too precious and beautiful to hold emblazoned fury to ancient trials. Is it worth the wasted energy in bringing that type of anger or ignition? Wouldn’t you rather invest in love and light to boost and help than otherwise?

    I know I would.

    Those boys I wrote about, I’m awaiting a response hesitantly, anxiously, and there’s so much whirling around my head. For one I could understand the anger that I see in his eyes, the other has a joy that reveals the fire and beauty for life. They both do though depending on circumstances of course, just the teen angst has come to the oldest, and I get it. Least I could understand.

    There’s a sure feeling that I’ll be receiving some letters from them likely around the time that I send the box that I am packing for ’em… we’ll see. And said that I would sketch some pieces for them before I get that over to him and I am debating do I paint do I sketch or do I just send things? The trivial ordeals of a dad it is still trying to figure his s*** out.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your coming day be beautiful, may the night come with grace and bliss.

    Thank you for the repeated support to boosting the site. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Seven, July 5th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    If I may, I will give some context to what I will be setting the stage with today.

    A small one, I know, ENJOI!

    To begin, I was not a decent person growing up. I was a teen, a child wrestling with my own curiosity of my bastard self. Just meeting my brother and my sister after 18 years, just meeting my dad after 19, and I thought having a fucking kid was a good idea. Now obviously it wasn’t because I was a s*** ass, it wasn’t because I was in a gang which I wasn’t, I wasn’t viciously violent, I haven’t killed anybody, but I haven’t kept my word. I haven’t kept to my promises, and I’ve made some mistakes that I’m not proud of. I’ve also likely hurt more people than I’m aware of especially two boys that I’m responsible for.

    That’s why I’m writing about what’s being written today.

    Life and choices… am I right?

    The thing though, I was a teen and thought having kids was a great idea. Stop, read that sentence again ‘I was a teen and thought having a kid was a great idea. real question this is anybody reading this please please I beg you answer. I would love the conversation. But here’s my question.

    If you were a 30-year-old woman, meeting a young man who seemed sure, seemed positive, and thought having kids was a good idea where do you stand on that?

    Now I’m not looking for validation, nor am I looking for justification in anything I’m simply questioning the whole of it all. I’m 34 almost? I think. And just the ill thought of having coitus with somebody 10 years younger than me is grotesque. I don’t know that’s just my thought though back to it anyway sorry I digress.

    But I realized ‘wait I still am a kid! I want to continue being a kid and figure life out that way and ended up making some really selfish decisions where I built my own family away from them, leaving them in another town. It was the one actually, just one. I didn’t know about the second one until much later.

    That’s not an excuse, and they do get taken care of very well, as a matter of fact I am making a goodie box for the both of them and I plan on producing a shot or two of what is going to be sent to them. Figured it’s about fu***** time.

    I’m actually very excited and I wrote them a 12 , maybe 14 or 15 pg. Letter telling them the truth as best as I could without drudging anybody through the mud. I just simply stated who I was as a young man and foolish one, how I made some drastic and crass decisions and decided I don’t want to live like this, which if you understood I think you’d know, and I didn’t want that in my life. I didn’t want that for my life and I didn’t want to already have changed what I did and let that become who I am and I’m not that person.

    The truth of the matter is I was fearful, and what took me so long with communicating with them was the fear and apprehensiveness of the Navy SEAL brothers that are tied to her family, knowing that their life was better off as it was untouched by me then with me. This though was a thought then and not a thought now, so here we are waiting for a letter or conversation back. I don’t know, I feel like maybe it will be a text message… I’m hoping it’s not a letter but we’ll see.

    Poetry & Art

    Medication by: M. R. Vega
    Fire Bush by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support and likes. Please do share and help me get this site moving up and up. Thank you all.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Five, July 3rd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Today I’m doing a poetry post due to celebrating family and being together tomorrow. I’ve got loads of prep work and wanted to post this before the fourth has encroached on the rest of my joys.

    I hope you are all well and hope the poem is enjoyed.

    Tell Me by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day and wondrous darkness that comes through the nightly winds caress you gently and tuck you in for a splendid dream fueled bliss.

    Stay safe, be kind, and may I see you tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Four, July 2nd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    Today will be a day a poetry which may, just maybe, become a consistent addition to the blog depending on reception. Forget-Me-Naught is getting some feedback from some friends of my 18 yr old and I’m loving that. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about having her kind of jump into helping me if she’s up for it with the memories, which I told her if she’s going to go to college it would be a great addition for her portfolio either after or before college, or f***, during.

    But I digress, to the poetry, I found a conscientious leather producer of Buffalo leather as a matter of fact on Amazon, did some research and got some benefit of the doubt going on, so I purchased it and I will be taking an image otf a poem everyday depending on how long obviously there will be so many pictures but I do hope it translates well, if not please plealse do let me know and I will make a scribed editio PO x with the photo included.

    One son of a b****, trying to figure out which proper pen to use for cloth paper. Turns out that Sharpie’s Gel S works pretty well.

    LEATHER VILLAGE
    07-02-2024
    Introduction
    Howling by: M. R. Vega

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Two, June 30th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    The last day of June. Only eighteen days left before Day 200 and I have no idea what to do given it’ll be the 200+ post of the year and a continuous, but tumultuous project.

    200 days of writing, of sharing my thoughts, self, and the perspectives to what’s been set in my path. But I digress, it’s only Sunday night, scratch that, it’s Monday.

    Once again…I’m the last to bed, likely the first to wake, so it goes. So…any ideas?

    Was thinking maybe have a Q&A. Or drop an Art piece a day, or poetry and Art daily til Day 200.

    Any idea? Hmmm. It’s 18 days starting the 1st, haha which is now today, dammit.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support and continued coming again and again. It warms my heart to know we can boost each other to better all of us.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-One, June 29th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    The house is cool, chilled to a comfortable temperature, leaving those resting reveling in their comfort.

    It is the first day though; a first day of summer heat that hasn’t infected the spoils of our resting hours.

    And for the strangest reason, I had thought my body would have had me rest. Though it didn’t, it wasn’t egregiously assaulting, the body just woke me when I thought it’d lay dormant and still. But like Vesuvius erupting the joints come blistering with pangs and burning, a torrid of thrashing sensations that are invisibly rioting through this flesh. My eyes open, emblazoned, staring at the blank slate above me, and I know I’m the first awake. I can hear their deep slumber, their chortled snores of the quite sort and a shifting of feet underneath the sheets.

    My body screams against the meandering course of the metal frame beneath my stolid body and I creak at the sign of movement like a widowed old house.

    My routine is followed to the gallows that hold my coffee hostage for the moments before I have it jutting into  the large mug awaiting my lips. This dark elixir, my crutch for a fatigue, holds me close to the heart, awaiting a fitting body wrecked and exhausted from living, being. 

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for the continued time and again liking my posts and following my discoveries.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty, June 28th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    He’s jealous. That is my son is, I’ve been talking about his brothers as of late, writing letters to both of them and I have the opportunity to see my son share emotions that I have seen very little of. Given his autism and just the personality of who my son is, it’s inspiring to see that so much more is going on inside of him than what others around us think.

    However there is a tinge of guilt, though I am excited for the opportunity to be able to introduce my son to his brothers eventually, as it is it’s just me and my little guy when his mom isn’t here, and I think he’s starting to want some friends.

    As a matter of fact he’s likely bored and wanting friends more than I know, but sadly, him being nonverbal having a loaded discussion about friends and wants isn’t something that comes with him.

    I hate it.

    I don’t think anyone understands what it’s like having a boy who can’t talk but is as adventurous and loving as he is. There are so many queues to pick up on with him, and half the time, it’s not definite. The amount of subjectivity that is left leaves us fretting and unknowing. Trust me, it’s not something I’d wish on a parent but it comes with its special gifts. Like extremely endearing loving moments where he’ll hold a hand, give a big hug or kiss. It’s moments like that, that has me watching him grow daily right next to him. It’s an honor.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for the support and they continue coming back in again. Thank you, thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Nine, June 27th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Letter, letters, letters.

    As I stated in the previous post I am writing some letters to the boys. I had originally decided that I was going to write three, one for both of them together to be read and then one separately each. Even with forever stamps though, I’m looking at using the three I have left for what I’m writing just in one letter. But at least I have it.

    It’s been too long since the last letter I’ve written but it’s about time that I’m communicating to  the two that will be receiving them shortly.

    Regardless, I’m still nervous, not that I’ll be there when they get the letters, not that I’ll see how their faces change through page after page. Will they be stolid and silent, or will they come with grace and a wanting to meet?

    The questions I should have asked myself years ago and couldn’t see from when I made the decisions that had led me to where I’m at now, it’s surreal at times, just to think of then and now. To think of the infantile young adult that was 19 and stupid to now, nearing 34, wishing and wondering so many things could have been different, but if it was that, I wouldn’t be me, it wouldn’t be this.

    I leave you with a poem of what’s being felt inside, the wrestling of me.

    Untitled

    By: M. R. Vega

    Questions, answers, a child, make it two. They come with hesitations, lamentations, facing an adverse wall of loss and convoluted reprise.

    I come with constraints, a nervous bellowing deeply settled, unsure of the realities I see, unsure of the recoiling unknown, knowing I’d be just as apprehensive to know what’s before me.

    Questions and answers, share a truth, don’t shy from honesty, trust in thyself, what’s the worst that can happen?

    So many years, so many unanswered questions, curiosities of the splendor to the unknown, the unchecked, what will you say? How will you feel?

    There sits pen and paper, before me it rests, my hands shake, the heart quivers to the nervousness of what you two will think. I press on and give you as much as I can muster to give a good take of my tapestry.

    Take the thread, follow my steps to learn from what I’ve become and who I am to be. I come with honesty and guilt, take my apologies as you will. I am here.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support readers and I Love that you come back time and again. May your day come with grace and the night a blissful one. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Eight, June 26th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Whooo, what a change in life but if you were to hear of what it is, you’d have to ask, why? What happened, what changed? And why?

    Do you want to know?

    Really want to know?

    Alright, it is something that I’m somewhat ashamed of, something that to an extent, I am still embarrassed with but you can only make the changes. It’s making choices to make whether you make the choice or not that’s on you right? So finally I made a conscious effort and decision to communicate with my boys, my son’s; the ones in Grand Junction.

    Long story short as a very young person I had a child out of wedlock. I was about 19 having him with a woman who was, I think 31, when she gave birth to him. And we had lived together for a little while to which I ended removing myself after seeing certain things and falling in love with who I’m with now. Lo and behold three days after my wife and I get married I find out that a second son was born. My wife and I had made an attempt or two to get to Grand junction more than a few times and see one of the boys but it became costly and my health ended up taking a turn. I stopped talking to them or trying to talk to them and trying to build a relationship. I completely stopped like an a****** and I know that. So this is another reason why I did the Five Pillars and went through discovering what are the things that I hold dear and one of the biggest things is being a husband and a father. That said, I want to make sure that I at least try to be involved with them.

    So here I am late again due to writing letters and focusing on other things, like heavy letters to the both of them together and separately.

    So I’m signing out and I hope you well.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and the continued time and again that you come back. May your day be gracious and the night a cradling envelope of love and serenity.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Seven, June 25th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Wouldn’t it be such a cruel joke to find the hi-ho was more a reference to snow white and that song, you know the one. What if Vonnegut had nothing to do with it and the motivations that have me running to WP every morning and night was a Disney bit?

    Wouldn’t it be so disappointing?

    Damn straight, that’d be outright nonsense. Like mustard for a clock.

    Hee, hee, hee!!!

    Get it?

    Oh writing, the connections and concoctions that are allowed and can be such an effortless whim of pleasuring freedom.

    Mind you, it’s Vonnegut, it’s always Vonnegut. Bradbury and Vonnegut actually. Those two were not just pivotal and fundamental aspects to my growing. They were the friends and brothers, uncles and fathers I had dreamed to have and they were a book away. I gobbled up their words like a magical juggernaut looking for their wisdom, their fruit of what they saw, what they feared, and I took to it, embraced it and let it help me find everything after them. So if ever you read my words, know it’s to honor not only myself, and the steps toward a better tomorrow, but to the two writers that instilled a call to share and let it out. Hear me, take my heart and the mind that is shared here and know I mean well, I mean it sincerely and I’m not going anywhere but up.

    Next goal after I finish my first short story collection in December, I think I’m aiming for being Colorado’s Laureate. At least that’s a hope I have and a dream that I feel if I drive right I can achieve it.

    We’ll see. I just need to write more, share more and get it to as any as possible to share.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be bliss, the night be gentle and pleasure wrapped with a bow.

    Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Six, June 24th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    So I finally finished some pieces, here’s one of them. The the piece under the side that extends out and connects to the water within that area it was I don’t know just splotchy and lacking really any movement and I didn’t like that so I wanted to add some movement I just I forgot the colors so it definitely is off a little bit but I’m kind of at a point where Art is Art is Art is Art so that’s, that’s where I’m standing.

    A Fawning Moon by: M. R. Vega

    And hey check this out another one because I just want to finish some things and I’m realizing that I have a lot of pieces that really aren’t finished. So, here’s another one.

    La Llorona in the Red Forest by: M. R. Vega, watercolor on canvas, 30 x 40

    And now honestly I’m tired I’m dizzy and hey I’m almost caught up.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support for the coming back and again to say hello and share a like or two.

    May your day be bliss and the night graciously pleasing. Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Five, June 23rd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So who is down for complacency?

    Any takers?

    No?

    I find it weird, a considerately odd diction to what a relationship becomes or at least can become.

    It has me scratch at the scalp with a shrug and silence due to not wanting a complacency in life. I want growth and a manifestation of what can be the best of me and the best of you. Why not, what’s to be lost if we were to take the time? I think that’s why life has me shrugging at complacent remarks and an incessant diction of monotonous rebuking to making a change. Why? What’s the fight against for? Is it becoming something different, or not wanting to make a change? These are my questions, this is the pedestal I stand on because I feel that the questions hold the answer to what life is and the reason we make choices and regard our id, a self manifestation of an ego that’s soul just wants attention.

    Relationships and complacency, is it a choice? Or is it apathy? Are they the same? But, if they are, how can you have apathy if there lies control and if the control is a form of flattery, is it control? Or is the whole of complacency a matter of trying to differentiate between frustrations and wants, and deciding what matters more? Is complacency a plane of existence where it’s a wrestling of choice and decisions to those choices?

    These are the questions that leave me looking at the walls during the night. Life brings questions let’s find the answers together.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you friends for the support, thank you for being you and being amazing. Thank you. May the night be peaceful and bliss come to borrow for you and yours.

    Til Tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Four, June 22nd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Today is finally the family Vega reunion I am more than pumped. It is 6:30 in the morning I am outside doing my little thing which is My prerogative and something I enjoy.

    After I’m done with that I’m going to run over to the kitchen I’m going to get some goodies going, primarily green chili, and Mexican rice. Personally to Staples of not only my household but my life and yeah I am excited.

    The cooking went great, I would share the recipes and images but this isn’t a cooking show and I only would if people actually feel like commenting and giving criticisms cuz how can you become better if you’re not told hey this is where your f****** up. You know what I mean but hey if you guys want a recipe for green chile, I’ll gladly make a new post sharing both recipes for rice and chili and hell anything else if you guys really want but again dream dark stories is not a recipe site it was going to be but it’s not.

    The foods
    My Lita
    Burger Bar
    The Elders
    Uncle Bill and Baby Yomni
    Yomni (who in moments will have a fire  roasting at 900°f+)
    John Walker, my son, wife, and self.

    What’s really cool, John Walker was the main person who took photos, and though he is associated with the family due to dating one of my cousins, most of the rest just enjoyed being present. I don’t know for you if that means something, but to me there is something so profound about the family completely forgetting to take photos because we just wanted to be there for what it was.

    But luckily my green chili was a massive favorite of the family. And I took the pot clean and empty I know accord of my own.

    My family  slathered their burgers and everything else with the chili which was the highest of respects I could be honored with by my family.

    What was really fun was the three exclusive pinatas that we had for the family two of which were for the children one of which was an adult pinata. And to see what was in the adult pinata, you’d have to be there, however it was epically thrilling to see more adults run to the adult pinata than children ran to the others.

    I truly had a splendid time, and though it doesn’t look big there were a surprising amount of people there that was earlier on before everybody got the food there and the food was all cooked up, regardless we all had a wonderful time and we close out the weekend with that is truly loving being a Vega.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May your night be wondrous, May the morning coming be gracious and pleasant. I thank you very much for coming once again to favor my posts and I appreciate it, I appreciate it more than you know and truly love the support shown.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Three, June 21st, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    The more I write the easier it comes, the quicker the collection of everything in my mind is able to go to the floor and be swept up in an ordered manner. The thing is…it’s it just more and more practice that took nearly half a year.

    But what wait, it’s not that simple is it’s im over here forgetting day after day still behind even if it’s a day, I’m still behind.

    But the writing is still easier .. jesus I just want to write pt. 3 finally, finally out of my little hole and needing to get back into the gold of my art and craft.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day before you be blissful, and may that night that gently caresses you and brain dream effortlessly.

    I truly thank you for your support and continued coming back in again, Thank You.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Two, June 20th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Summer

    By: M. R. Vega

    Summer sun, solstice’s Moon, strawberry glamour upon the midnight air. 18 years scowling freight to be dismissed for such a demanding duration.

    I bury my head between the sheets of summer heats echoing blisters into the ears of yesteryears for me and those dead and gone.

    Clouds of citrine, and lilac, summer skin, lacquered and bronzed bring me your tenderness, lay the metal between my ears, kiss me tender, kiss me thrashing.

    Summer sun Solstice’s Moon, a Summer heat pervading the strawberry glamour that thrums at the ocean bed.

    Summer sun Solstice Moon, give me the strawberry streams of yester yonder.

    Summer sun, Solstice moon, give me a dream to be free. Eighteen Years holding for a time to shine, to say hello, eighteen years, may there be gray, wrinkle, let it weigh, take freight, eighteen years to be free, to be seen.

    Summer sun Summer Moon strawberry glamour. Paint the world in your strawberry glow, a new summer dawning. Bring it forth for me and you.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be gentle and the night, let it kiss you to the dreams of tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-One, June 19th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    The three F’s, ever heard of ’em?

    So, right quick. The thing is, I read a peculiar article on Newsweek earlier today that had me scratch at my noggin, tilting my head, looking to the sky. A guy riding on a train was overhearing a pep talk of kids back and forth about a crush.

    The kids, one worried about that crush the other hoppingnon the support bus put it simply, though this is not verbatim but it’s along the line of ‘if you don’t know em, f*** it.’

    Apparently this helped with an ideo about self-consciousness and worrying about what other people think. And apparently this kids very simple remark enlightened the gent’ in a profound way. Which really, truly had me curiously questioning the age of the guy listening to what was likely teens who were talking like this.

    Growing up I was taught of the 3F’s. And it was put this way:

    • 1: if they don’t feed you
    • 2: if they don’t finance you
    • 3: if they don’t f*** you

    Then it really doesn’t f****** matter and what they think, what they are trying to push on you, and what they are trying to have you think doesn’t matter. Because in all actuality if they are not involved and invested in you and yours, why the fuck should it? Really really ask yourself does it matter?

    Right? I guess depending on perceptions it’d be seen as a more nihilistic take on living. But, what if we curtail from the heartless apathy and pivot, more to being in a conscientious addition to the not giving a f*** about others that aren’t immediately, directly associated with you?

    These are my thoughts and never am I here to offend or push my thoughts or force my thinking. Just sharing to share because well, I like to. 🤗

    Newsweek reference: https://www.newsweek.com/man-overhears-advice-kid-wisdom-train-1914947

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be blissful, and the night graceful. Thank you for your support and repeated coming back.

    Like and share.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy, June 18th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Poetry Day

    Dying

    By: M. R. Vega

    A scratch at my neck, a headache at the spine, start from the top try not to rewind.

    Set to a tempo of four to six to two to eight, and take, take the gentle remedy for my migraine hurricane.

    A scratch at my heart, a tickle in my lungs, take me to your middle, take my soul to rest.

    Letting my soul take a beating, letting my heart take a lashing, a scratch at my head and my lungs, biting searing of iron on my tongue.

    A scratch at my neck a headache at the spine, stop from the start and try not to rewind.

    Spin for five, go back three spaced, taking a sidestep to the past, always seemed easier, when coming back to now, but it kills, kills, the heart stuck so far, far away.

    A tickle to the mind, a pang at my lungs, a pierce at my heart, press play and let’s take it day by day, let the migraine take the say, take the pain, let’s hit play and go away, away, away.

    Confusion

    By: M. R. Vega

    Having a gift, after their offers to those of others. A seller you’d need to be, looking still, looking to read the outcome of this case.

    A simplistic location for change that they, there to inform the case, to pound, to hound, be high, be-kind get in, in the very king pass, peace for the past, call me one, hello phrase back, repeat to myself no repeat, no reset.

    A tickle bracing to the hazing of constraints, lessening of grasps, take heed and a glance. We call to the murder, a crow caws for shelter and the hunger grows, grows to the murdering foes fluttering above caw, caw, caw, a-ha-ha-ha.

    We huddle, we befuddle, we tremble, and we shudder to think that there’s nothing more than this to be for those of a murder fluttering above, caw, caw, caw, a-ha-ha-ha.

    We stumble and run to mutter the phrasing that puts it all to slumber, we grasp and caress the daylight weather if only for a glimmer to be tomorrow, toward something apart from me and you so that we can find the thunder that rumbles within. Between, together. Between, together, for the murder, for the a-ha-ha-ha, between, together.

    So, as of late, what I’ve been doing is I will put the mic in front of me. I will either listen to music or I won’t, and I just talk to the mic,maybe I’ll scream at it, whisper to it, but I just go on and then I edit and sometimes it becomes poetry, sometimes it becomes something else, sometimes it becomes something that will never meet the light of day. So welcome to my mind.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, Good morning and good night. Thank you for coming time and again and supporting my blog. It means the world to me, thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Sixty-Nine, June 17th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    So…I keep losing weight and I’m noticing I’m getting weaker.

    To add to that, one of the reasons I’m off with my daily posts is the second infusion happened, but I feel that losing almost 30 lbs within a month and not trying to is maybe something that is needing attention…I don’t know. And I’m wishing I did but to that, I’m not going to panic until I have to, I’ll just enjoy being able to put on any jeans I have. 😁

    One of the great things about the five pillars is a building of resilience through finding oneself, however, if one takes the time to go through figuring out what means the most to you in figuring out those pillars. One through five, thoroughly, you’ll find an aspect of yourself awake. That something that laid dormant for so long and now it starts to stir. Silently at first, it stirs until your bones rattle within and the heart beating in the cage of its home sounds like castanets.

    It takes time. All of it takes time, and it takes patience, and a fundamental wanting to become the best of yourself, ourselves, that we can become.

    Give your health the time of day, give your heart the day of time with those you love, find the art in life that stills you, be cognizant of yourself and emotion and how you carry it through the days, everyday, because it may just be your last.

    To which, keep in mind ‘Memento mori‘ or ‘Remember that you must die’. It is an inevitable constant that none of us can defeat, and I’d like to carry my brightest day each day I live.

    It’s staying in line with being something better than what I was yesterday that has me going forward each day til there is nothing left to do.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support and coming back time and again.

    DirtySciFiBuddha, Anthony Robert, A, Ahzio, R. Thomas, tothebrotherswelost, Fox Reviews Rock, santable, LiteralCate, thank you, and to all I had missed or forgot to mention. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM