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June 26, 2025

Men healing – Round 2

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Family growth

When do we lose the inhibition to question everything we do not know or…

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My circle, The power of the Mat!

As I stood on the mat, rooted yet weightless amidst the palpable energy, my…

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Shame on us!

As a child, I often questioned the necessity of mundane tasks like brushing my…

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Dear love, I am afraid (book)

Imagine an open wound in the deepest part of your heart, without ever healing…

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Past Present Future

Where do you reside in the vast expanse of time? Are you lost in…

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  • October 12, 2024

Demonic Cupid

Her contact was felt with friction Sandpaper rubbing my chest Scraping off my dead skin Grinding on my rib cage The debris falling like the collapse 0n 9/11 Making my foundation weak So I Fall She’s sly, every movement is art Vivid in detail Captivating spectators Burning torch Olympic summer Throwing javelins through my heart Slicing my legs and arms Decapitating my head Whole man cut up Wrapping me in plastic And Freezing me Then Thawing me Using tree branches and two by fours To hang me Shish kabobs   Dangling from the fire Rotisserie Fully seasoned my mental Making me submissive to her desires Claiming her honesty With mystery For I was a delicacy Chewed on and swallowed Washed down with grey goose Digested and dropped in the toilet Flushed away Treated me like what I feel like SHIT By Wakime Sharri Hauser
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  • January 30, 2023

Struggle

      I owe 100% of my success to the struggle. Stop and think about everything you have. How did you achieve it? Was it easy? In my case nothing I have came instant or without suffering in some manners. Many of my nightmares I truly lived. Were the experiences fun? HELL to the NO. However, they built everything I am standing on today. Everytime I hit a wall, which is often, I look at the obstacles I have overcome thus far and without hesitation I continue to move forward and up. Remember forward and up requires work. Going down hill is easy. Gravity will assist you. Add some wheels and you will be at the bottom quick!      I was listening to an Ed Mylet Podcast the other day and his guess was Tony Robbins. He said something that hit me like a migraine on a court day. He referred to the economic times we are currently going through as the winter. He went on to talk about how people ski, snowboard and ice skate in the winter while others just stay in, afraid and live in fear. I was like damn! That was me. I never,...
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  • June 3, 2024

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my first friend after I moved to Connecticut. Who would have thought you would live the life you lived back in 1982 on your 13th birthday? Our friendship wasn’t separated by hard feelings. You moved away, and we both moved forward with life. I was taken back when your sister sent me this photo and told me you were gone. I was trying to recall the last time we saw each other. My guess would be over 35 years. Still and all, I remembered how you helped me transition from New York to Greenwich. It was the most difficult transition of my childhood. You were one of my few friends who ever met my father, and it was around this time my father and mother separated. You were there for me during that time, keeping me busy with boy stuff—bike riding, sports, and, of course, MTV videos. We had so much in common, the older brother of two sisters, and now we both shared the responsibility of being the man of the house. Both of us then had to adjust to,...
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Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son”  Or  “Black boy” Was an  “Outsider” Burning in  “Dante’s inferno” He almost became a  “Dopefiend”  Trying to be  “Daddy cool” And  Never found his  “Black Girl Lost” “Malcolm X” Intensified the hate Realizing  He was “Brainwashed” “Jab, Jab Jab, Right Hook” His life felt like he was doing “75 Hard” Now  “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” Establishing “Atomic Habits” Because  “Discipline equals Freedom” Life “Can’t Hurt me” “The Power of ONE MORE” Means WE ARE “Never Finished” By Wakime Sharri Hauser Work Cited
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  • March 27, 2024

Brown Paper Bag

Reflecting on childhood memories often brings to mind simpler times, like the excitement of packing a favorite lunchbox for school. For me, it was a toss-up between my Superman and Hulk lunchboxes – iconic symbols of my youthful enthusiasm. Do you recall your cherished lunch containers? The tradition of packing lunches might seem like a relic from the past, especially in today’s fast-paced world. Yet, I can still vividly recall the care my mother took in preparing my midday meal. Deli sandwiches were a staple, adorned with a choice of condiments – mustard for liverwurst, ham, and bologna, and mayo for roast beef and turkey. However, nothing could surpass the timeless appeal of a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The jelly flavor was inconsequential; it was the creamy peanut butter that always won my heart. When a warm meal was on the cards, my mother’s ingenious solution was Campbell’s chicken noodle soup or Chef Boyardee, packed snugly in an insulated canister to keep it piping hot until lunchtime. While my school offered hot lunches every Friday – a treat I reserved for occasions like meatball grinders or pizza – I mostly stuck to the home-packed goodness. Trading snacks with,...
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