Rule Number Two

R#2.)Time is short, live for the simple things.

Everyday people,even myself , often forget how lucky they are .Lucky to be alive,lucky to have a family,lucky to live in a home without fear of abuse, disease,poverty,oppression,because some people do.I've hear and seen the horrors of the unfortunate and it makes me sad when people who have a great life complain or want things that don't matter.Everyday is a blessing for better or for worse live your life the way you want to and appreciate the little things like having a twinky when you want , being able to go out with friends ,or even just spending time with family.Time is short ,try to live for every second you get ,and never under appreciate what you have .

Free As Can Be

This Piece was inspired by the songs, The Edge of Glory & Hair by Lady Gaga .Here's a link if you want to check them out.  Hair-Lady Gaga Edge Of Glory-Lady Gaga

I've always had a fascination with the circus and carnivals .Even when I was small freak to me was a compliment because that's who I admired the "circus freaks.”  This piece shows the circus atmosphere, beautiful, free, and mysterious.

Night Valor

Another piece I wrote when thinking about dreams, and how some times they can change people’s lives. 

In this case, Mirran Vyx used hers to save lives.  This seemingly average 27 year old has the power to make people see, hear, and feel her dreams.  Years after discovering this power she reluctantly has decided to use it for a good cause ,to protect ,but soon she realizes that being a "Superhero " is not all it makes to be .

 Finally, here is the introduction to her whole story of which I call "Night Valor".

What would you do if you had the power to bring light into the world?

 What if every little bump you heard in the night you could turn in to starlight?

What would you do?

 I save lives.

 I’m not bulletproof or forever living.

  It doesn’t take a super strength to kill me or kryptonite to bring me to my knees.

  I’m human but I’m not.

“This is a robbery!  Everybody on the floor!” one man with a mask on shouts

while the other raises a gun over his head and fires. 

“this isn’t a joke get on the floor!” the other shouts as two different men jump

out of a van in the parking lot and run into the bank with large burlap sacks

and a gun.

 “Fill these bags before the cops gets here or everyone’s dead!” one of the two

men from the van shout at clerk as she fumbles around with the bag, sobbing

hysterically.  None of the men realize I’m still standing.

 I turn slowly to the nearest one who seems to be the leader from the nervous

sweat on his brows but look of cold confidence.

 “Before you point that gun at me let me ask you one thing .do you really

think for a minuet that stealing money is anyway to make your place in this

world?”  I say in a cool gentle voice.  He whips around and points the gun

straight at me but he hesitates before he pulls the trigger with a look of

sadness on his face, perfect.

 I kick his left ankle back, grab his armed hand, and yank it forward, leaving

him a in breathless heap as I swing my leg up and slam it down , a solid blow

to the back.

 “Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to rob a

bank.” the other man in the room was not armed while the other two were but

they were behind the counter harassing the clerk.  He met the same treatment as the other

but no question asked this time, I had no time to deal with the rookie while there was still

two armed men in the back . However, from behind the glass I can tell that they were

shaking as they held the two guns toward the clerk.  These two would have to be

disengaged different then the first ones but how I need to think quickly they were so

nervous I couldn’t sneak up on them, they might shoot her on reflex.  How can I get her

out of there alive? I thought before I heard a,  I hear a shrill scream as the two men tell

the clerk to get on the floor and they hold a gun to her head, milliseconds from pulling

the trigger.

 No!  I scream in my mind.  As I jump over the counter and hold out my hands, the men

fall two the ground writhing in pain.  I kick the guns away from them and help the clerk

up

“Are you Ok?”

  I ask with a soothing voice .the clerk turns to me with a shocked and scared look. 

“ye….yeah….I...I’m fine...  I... t..t..tripped the silent ...a..a..alarm b…but one saw” she

then rushed into my arms sobbing even hard then she already was.

 “They were going to k…k...  kill me weren’t they?” she asked shaking as I made her

walk around the counter and sit with the other victims.  When I hear the police car pull up

I wave my hand and the two in the back stop crying out in pain.

 I turn to everyone, wave my hand with a brief gesture, and gently say,

 “I have to go now, but if some one asks I wasn’t here”.  I straighten myself up and walk

outside battered and tired, but to everyone else I unfurled a set of wings and soared into

the cold December night.

Where To Next?

This is a piece I drew after a long day of walking downtown Charleston, SC.

Where To Next?

I haven't post anything in a while, and lately I've been drawing a lot more so, now I'll be sharing my drawings more often ,and I'll also be  posting more writings and inspiration links for you guys in the near future.  If you guy’s have suggestions for any of my next writings, artworks or, link inspirations, go ahead and tell me in the comment rectangle underneath.

Dreams

This is a piece I wrote when I saw a youtube video of a kid singing Bad Romance by Lady Gaga (here's the video if you want to check it out http://www.youtube.com/user/TheManiaMusic ) 


So without further a due here it is ...

Dreams. 
Sometimes they’re all you have .When you are in your darkest hour and about to give up, what brings you back?  Most people say hope, but I say it’s your dreams .What you feel you haven’t accomplished or that of which you must do before you leave this world.
People, they go day to day wishing, hoping, praying, loving, that’s what life really is huh?  People going day to day doing what they do?  Wrong. 
I say you only live when you are so happy you want to cry.  When you are so appreciative, you want to give the world to someone else.  When you see the world with out taking a step.  when you see dreams come to life.  When a boy who sang his first words gets a record deal, someone lived.  When a girl who has painted since she could lift her first paintbrush sees one of her paintings in an art gallery, some one lived.  Dreams they are our everything. 
In a world as it is today, most people just dream making it .Whether it be making it big, making the cut, making another life, or making it to their next meal, that’s what they dream of. 
Some people have simple dreams other have ones so unreal, so impossible, that it’s ridiculous but dreams are dreams.  They are what you make them .If your dream is to move a mountain then I say go for it may not be the way you thought you were going to move that mountain but you will move one. 
If your dream is to find love then I say safe travels.  You may not find the love you always thought of but you will find the love you always wanted. 
If you say, I want to change the world I’ll say farewell and good luck.  You may not realize whose world you’re going to change but you will change the world.

Rule Number One

So here is a word of advice to all those who read this blog I truly mean every word I say on this blog ,but how you interpret what I write, is up to you .Knowing this i  give you this weeks blog entry, my ever growing list of rules of life . (My plan is to post one at a time but we'll see)

Rule 1.)Never forget who you are when looking at yourself in a mirror .

Many people see themselves and think I'm ugly,weird,dumb,short,tall,beautiful,but what you see is not you ! You are what you do,see,think,say! Yes it's true that what you look like is how many will judge you but that's not how it has to be . If everyone would just talk to each other the world would be very different ,and in my opinion better .So change it.  You say you're not perfect so people wouldn't give you a chance to talk to them? Make them ! If someone gives you a look that you don't like, you give them a smile .Someone says your ugly, you tell them why your beautiful .Someone says you're a freak, you show them your talent .You should never forget who you are on the inside ,but even more important others should never forget who you are on the inside .

Vlad

So what I think I'm going to do is once every week or two I'm going to post a piece of my art and I will let you guys critique that piece .I will also post why I made it or what inspired me to make it .  So with out further a due here is my first post.  Done in ballpoint pen.

This is a drawing of one of my dearly beloved fish, who in recent weeks passed away.  I drew this portrait of him around thanksgiving when he was still in his prime of fish-hood.  He was one of my favorite fish with as much character as myself, with a range of emotions that always fascinated me even as he grew sicker.  

Rest in peace Vladimir, for you will never be replaced as a friend.