Sunday, October 27, 2019
Friday, October 25, 2019
Sunday, September 01, 2019
Deceptive Truth
Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…
Friday, August 23, 2019
The Muttering River Chapter 4
For the rest of the summer we explored. We explored different areas, riding by bicycle and going for long walks. We had explored each other and learned all about what Bob Seger called, “Night Moves.”
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Silence in the Voices
Is it an omen that the ominous signs seem to be disappearing behind those ominous clouds up in the sky? I close my eyes I listen for His words but all I hear is deafening silence.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
The Muttering River Chapter 3
It was a humid evening and the Rabbi pronounced us man and wife. The river was roaring past us as the sun beat down on the altar and the glass was shattered.
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
The Bright Darkness
It's a sense of Independence and knowing and wanting more and more. It's fucking frightening and you sometimes wonder if anyone cares or can ever comprehend what you are going through.
Monday, August 12, 2019
When the time has Run out…
When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?
Friday, August 09, 2019
The Muttering River
The lake was on the other side of the county - I never really went there too often since I felt, in a strange way, that I was cheating on the river by enjoying the lake. Strange since I also felt like I was cheating on Jacklyn by enjoying Sandy.
Thursday, August 08, 2019
Frenzied life
Willy Loman, George Costanza, Freddy Goodwell, salesman who lost their way and ended up with nothing, a pole and a legacy erased. Somewhere Howard Beale is opening a window as the king of mice contemplates his next move. T.S. Garp walks through the halls and sees Harpo Marx taking to himself out loud, while Charlie […]
Wednesday, August 07, 2019
The Muttering River – Chapter 1
I would be hanging out with my friends in the parking lot of the diner, laughing and flirting with the girls and suddenly a blanket would fall over me. I would feel a sense of dread, like a bruise inside of me pulsating...I would go use the bathroom and then find my way to the river. This happened often and then too often.
Friday, July 26, 2019
We live in a world where business is our lives. We wake up and we get dressed based on our business day ahead. We spend the day selling buying or doing whatever it takes to make money to support our families or our lifestyles. Some people are locked on a one-way street and somehow unable to change course. Some people are artists or some people dream too much. Sometimes the dreams cloud over us and create a fog that distracts us until we find ourselves lost, on that one way street with no way to turn back. So we trudge on, dying a little with each mile, living the untruth in life, untruth of who we are or who we thought we would be. It's alright, I guess, it's the road we chose... #work #working #job #myjob #office #company #bored #grind #mygrind #dayjob #ilovemyjob #dailygrind #photooftheday #business #biz #life #workinglate #computer #instajob #instalife #instagood #instadaily #tgif #shabbatInstagram
What are you reading this summer? I can use the sales! It's $5.99 or $2.99 for digital. Feel free to support my writing career fzalta@gmail.com on venmo or PayPal! Available on Amazon link in bio or simply go to Amazon and search Freddy Zalta. No amount of support is too little or too much. #freddyzalta #ownednomore #books #book #read #reading #reader #page #pages #paper #instagood #kindle #nook #library #author #bestoftheday #bookworm #readinglist #love #photooftheday #imagine #plot #climax #story #literature #literate #stories #words #textInstagram
Thursday, July 25, 2019
I found an old photograph from a long time ago. Wished I could jump right back, wished I could turn back the clock. #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoetsInstagram
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
When I get older losing my hair... Not so long from now. Will you still be smiling when you see me, hands in my hand, lips upon my lips? I can be funny, though maybe sometimes crass when I should be serious and quiet... I can be easy I can be rude, often I can be a pain in the ass. Too critical and anti social and I often bark and lose my temper... I lost my train of thought... Getting older.... #antiaging #beauty #wellness #love #family #wrinkles #happy #antioxidants #weightloss #longevity #aging #agingbackwards #healthyaging #agingchallenge #agingwell #aginglikefinewine #agingwithattitude #agingbooth #agingbeautifullyInstagram
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Extremely sad. Addiction is a sickness. Whether to start taking drugs is a choice. When to stop is not always a choice. #sobriety #love #sober #mentalhealth #onedayatatime #mentalhealthawareness #innerpeace #happiness #alcoholicsanonymous #healing #addicted #lifestyle #addiction #addictions #addictionrecovery #addictionawareness #nymets #docgoodenInstagram
Monday, July 22, 2019
Seasons of Hopes and Dreams
As August began I would begin to look forward to Autumn and then to winter. It's literally the middle of the summer and all I can do is dream and become sentimental and romanticize freezing temperatures and snowy evenings. The cold air blowing, snowstorms, hot chocolate and sweaters. If you were cold, you could put on a sweater or go beneath the covers - in the heat there was no cover and as I said, the air conditioner didn't really work as they do today.
Be true to who you are but remember that not everyone is ready for you. Be patient with people, they are not as good at being you as you are. #love #fitness #motivation #photography #followme #beautiful #naturephotography #picoftheday #wonderfulday #life #beach #monday #mondaymonday #mondays #mondaymotivation #freddyzaltaInstagram
Friday, July 19, 2019
When others succeed or fail it has no direct reflection on your possibilities or abilities. We must keep walking on and never lose hope and faith. Celebrate each success, others and your own. Support the ones who need it without questions or conditions. You will find a feeling of success within yourself which will keep you going until your time to succeed has come. #successquotes #motivationforlife #motivationalquotes #successsecrets #successtip #motivationnation #motivational_quotes #motivationdaily #motivation #motivation101 #inspiration #successdriven #motivationalpage #inspirationalquotes #awesomequotes #successformula #motivationalquoteoftheday #successquote #unconditionalmotivation #attitudes #mindset #successmindsetInstagram
Somewhere on the outskirts of town, this town being Nowhere, New York, there is a little book shop called, “The Turtle.” This book shop has been around since 1938 and has been owned and managed, since then, by the Rumpio family. Oscar opened the store in 1938 when he was 23 years old. He had inherited a sum of money from his grandfather, Charles, who had passed away the year before. Grandpa Charles had left him the money with a one sentenced instruction. “Use this money to make your dreams come true.” Since Oscar’s dream had been to be a writer, he decided to open a bookstore. In 1941 he enlisted into the US Army - in 1945 he returned to the store with his dream intact, but his left eye missing. During his time overseas the store was kept open and run by Oscar’s mother. When Oscar returned she remained in the business to help with the ordering, inventory and accounting. “I’ll be your left eye, son.” She said. In 1951, Oscar spied a red haired girl reading “This side of Paradise,” in his store. He walked over to her and began a conversation. This conversation lasted well into the evening hours; first over dinner and then as he walked her home. They married a year later and had 2 children. Charles and Helen. On September 11, 2001, Oscar and his red haired lady were at the wrong place at the wrong time. They were visiting New York City with another couple when the first tower came down and they were swept away. Charles took over the responsibilty of the store and Helen ran the social aspect of it. It was her idea to begin book clubs and nightly poetry readings. Helen moved to Chicago and married her best friend from college. They opened up their own store on the outskirts of Somewhere in Illinois and had four children of their own. Charles stayed in the store on the outskirts of Nowhere, New York and drank several cups of coffee during the day. One day he found a manuscript with his name on it. There was a date beneath his name, May 22, 1925. “A Life of Lemons,” By Charles Rumpio.Instagram
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
History repeats itself as if that history never existed. Judgments made out of fear, self appointed judges inciting witchhunts, with torches, ropes and sermons. It's a world saturated with artificial reasons for fear and for needing to be accepted. She is not like me and I am not like her, because he believes in this and I believe in that. What a backwards way of living. Judge, condemn, repeat only causes tsunamis of death and fear. The age old question of, "why can't we simply accept each other as we are?" Is constantly rebuked and mocked... Repeat. Gay, straight, black, white, Jew, Muslim, Christian, man, woman, whatever one identifies as, why should it be other people's concern? (If I left off anyone or any specific verbiage it is not intentional, these were just the ones that came to mind) “That which is hateful to you, do not do to another" Right? That basically means, don't do anything to someone else that you would not want done to you or your loved ones. So why do we continue to do just that? To posture in front of the mirror or the cameras and to give off a facade of strength, when the facade is used to cover up fear and perhaps a desire to be just what you are condemning? Don't you know that hatred is a sign of weakness and love is only found through strength? Enough pontificating here, just needed to let it out. Enough political correctness where no correctness needs to be found. Enough of this conversion therapy being used on anyone who does not fit into what the hangman envisions each person to be. Flaunt your true selves and do the right thing by respecting others. Do not be so quick to judge others if what they are doing is not abusive or forced upon. It's not a simple task "acceptance." Other people's way of living can be infuriating and abhorrent to another person. But who are we to judge? Or follow the words of Hillel, “That which is hateful to you, do not do to another" #diversity #bethechange #change #family #community #uniqueness #respect#love #positivity #lgbtq #healing #peace #life #pride #gratitude #lgbt #mentalhealth #understanding #acceptance#satan #history #superstition #godInstagram
Monday, July 15, 2019
Sunday, July 14, 2019
When the bars have been lowered and it's still hard to reach. The words are on your mind but you are unable to speak. The sun is nowhere to be seen... It's that darkness inside that keeps you in place. You twist and your turn but you just cannot replace. The ghosts of depression which haunt you with smiles and laughter. It's not standing ovations or acknowledgement you are after. Lost in a central station, caught between chains and salvation. Is there another train going home? The choices between love and freedom... Sometimes it's not as simple as it seems. The clock on the wall has turned too many times already and there is no turning back. There is no gray, yet I feel so old. There is no silver and there sure ain't no gold. Feeling like a fighter at the end of 15 rounds... Hands up and trying to stand my ground. I'm bleeding, invisible blood. Crying, tears that fall from above. Screaming yet I make no sound... Can you feel me? Can you heal me? Can you hear me? Can you touch me? Lost, like that dog running scared. Lost like a star racing across the sky. Lost... #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingskills #writingworkshop#poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
It's a search; a fruitless search for gold that keeps you coming back. Jumping into a tidal wave of cement, quicksand, a bottomless hole. Sounds echo yet it's the silence that pains you, it's the screaming that slowly kills you. You prefer to walk alone because you cannot, will not, relent and surrender your inner truth. The truth that handcuffs you to the pole that is 300 degrees Fahrenheit, you twist and you turn to avoid the pain and the aroma of burning flesh. But you cling to it for as long as you can... #followme #follower #followhim #photography #followbackinstantly #followｍe #boy #fashion #instagood #photooftheday #model #photography #men #smile #stylish #nature #jeans #manInstagram
Friday, July 12, 2019
Thursday, July 11, 2019
Love can be that way
Her eyes were wide open in love and she could see no imperfections in the man who held her hand. Love can be that way…
Tuesday, July 09, 2019
This world, this country needs to be educated on recent historical events. Education on the six million, SIX MILLION children and adults where destroyed along with their future lives and their future offspring. Why? One reason alone. They were Jewish. The fact that anyone would question, deny or be neutral about this actual event is beyond belief and I believe these people should be brought to Auschwitz or other concentration camps where the killing took place over 5 years.Instagram
I wrote this in 2013 6 years ago today it was 4 months after my quadruple bypass surgery so I must have been feeling emotional. Thank You to all who have held me, kissed me, scolded me, prodded me and awoke me when I slept. All who have housed me and have fed me. All who have told me to be quiet and all who have told me to speak or to sing. All who have read my words when others just shrugged and moved on. To all who never judged but were able to speak in private to me and share their views without forcing them on me. To all who smile to me and to all who share my life from my birth until the year 2086 when I will turn 120 years old. To all who accepted my flirtations as friendliness and weren't creeped out. I am a loud person who lives to make people laugh just to brighten or to add to the brightness of their day. Hour or minute. Thank you to all who have ignored me, spoke ill of me and looked at me with a "holier than thou" attitude. Thank you for not imposing your disastrous destructive presence into my life by "trying to be my friend." Thank you. And last but not least - thank you to my family - from parents, to siblings, in laws, nieces and nephews, cousins, children and my wife. For accepting who I am and for loving me even when the dosage of Freddy is way to close to overdose. PS Thank you to me for being me and not giving a shit what others think. #confidence #confidenceISkey #confidenceissexy #confidencequotes #confidenceboost #ConfidenceCoach #confidenceisbeauty #confidenceinscience #confidencefromwithin #confidencebuilding #confidenceatanysize #confidencebooster #confidenceisbeautiful #Confidences #ConfidenceFactor #confidenceinmotion #confidencebuilder #confidencetalks #confidenceisyou #confidenceuniversity #ConfidenceGuide #ConfidenceIsEverything #confidencecoachingforwomen #confidencebeginsathome #ConfidenceHasNoCompetition #confidencequote #confidenceismyperfectbody #confidencecomesfromwithinInstagram
Sunday, July 07, 2019
Saturday, July 06, 2019
We are all human beings, which in definition, means we are imperfect. Being imperfect opens up opportunities for improvement and change - being stagnant and in a state of inertia is not conducive to a fulfilling and happy life. We must always strive to change, to improve ourselves, to make ourselves feel uncomfortable - being uncomfortable will allow us to thrust ourselves up into a stratosphere of freedom. Safety zones and comfort zones should only be used as a rest area - fear and anxiety must be felt in order to learn and to a grow as individuals. The problem with fear and anxiety is that unless you have been through it - it makes no sense to you and you simply want to smack the person experiencing it and say, “Get over it!” If only it were that simple... The fear of impending doom one feels when in the midst of a panic attack is indescribable to others who have never encountered this silent band of demons. Think of it as if having a revolver pointed at you from ten different angles while the piecing sounds of rebel yells are coming at you in maximum surround sound clarity. Reality has nothing to do with the scenes you are experiencing, but to the person in the throes of the attack, they are as real as the heart that is pounding in your chest. In order to learn to defeat these authentic yet countrerfeit scenes of doom and impending disaster - one needs to become more aware of the emotions they are suppressing or impressing upon themselves. Find a therapist with whom you feel comfortable speaking with. Judge for yourself - do not base your judgment on the diplomas on the wall or the advice of loved ones. You need to feel you can trust the therapist to listen and to guide you through this process. Be patient though, it takes time for the walls you have built around yourself, both internally and externally, to come down. It's quite possible that you have been suppressing feelings your whole life. I remember when I was a kid of 12 years or so and I said I wanted to be an actor. I was laughed at and told that there is no future in acting and that there were “millions of unemployed actors” starving. I felt ashamed and foolish. Continued...Instagram
Friday, July 05, 2019
Thursday, July 04, 2019
Me and @docgooden what an honor to meet a man who has overcome his demons and looks great. I have so many memories of him on the field as a NY Met. Number 16 owned New York during the 1980s. Unfortunately he had to go through a path that was painful for him and his loved ones. We don't know why some people have to go through thick darkness in their lives. Maybe for Mr Gooden leading by example is his path to the Hall of Fame where his name and number will forever be etched in stone. The Doc is standing tall and seemingly free from the demons that sent him off course. Thank you for being gracious today! #docgooden #mets #16 #mets #baseball #dwightgooden #mlb #nymets #newyork #newyorkmets #sheastadium #80s #majorleaguebaseball #pitcher #docgoodenInstagram
Independence
But those fourth of July's...beach, barbecues and good times...at least that is what I choose to remember. We cannot change the past or truly remember exactly how things were. Our memory rewrites the stories over and over again. Embellishing the good times and perhaps being quietly haunted by the bad. Things weren’t always so simple for this boy, nor the boy inside this man; I still go through a lot of lonely days and feel an internal sadness even when I shouldn’t be feeling that way.
Tuesday, July 02, 2019
A Masterpiece in Shreds
I see you, you see me and you turn away and blush. I smile and you see me from the side with a quick glance, I smile and I walk closer. I sense your perfume and I yearn for your lips, your neck… I remember the times we sat together facing an empty stage, your […]
Feeling and Saying, “Thank You”
Originally posted on Works by Freddy S. Zalta:
There are so many gifts we are given that are easily taken for granted. We are so caught up in the “what we need” that we forget just what it is that we have. The needs and the haves are different for each individual. Why one side…
There are so many gifts we are given that are easily taken for granted. We are so caught up in the “what we need” that we forget just what it is that we have. The needs and the haves are different for each individual. Why one side…
From last year... What are your thoughts? There are so many gifts we are given that are easily taken for granted. We are so caught up in the “what we need” that we forget just what it is that we have. The needs and the haves are different for each individual. Why one side is feasting while others down the road are starving – as much as we try to understand – we truly have no clue. We all feel some sense of gratitude about some parts of life. But it’s the verbalizing of this gratitude which we let slip away. I am sure people will deny ever failing to express gratitude. Some people pray to their higher power with words written by others and read them quickly to get through the task. Think of it like a little kid when their guardian says, “Say thank you.” They put on an angry face and say in a deep and quick pace, “Thankyou.” “Thank yous” become a reflex reaction like a knee jerk. You are given something that is priceless and you say, “Thank you.” A sports player excels and points at the sky and says, “Thank you.” But when they fail do they express gratitude for at least being given the chance? A child is fed, clothed, housed and educated for their first 18 years or so of their lives and they say countless, “Thank yous.” But do they ever truly sit back and think about just what it is they are saying thank you for? Middle of the night wake ups, constant meals, shelter, entertainment, medical treatment, clothing, a bed, unconditional love, support and education in all facets of life. Not until they are grown up and they begin to care for children do they realize the amount of physical and mental energy, time and self sacrifice that goes into the process. We take so much for granted in life that we forget the gifts given to us upon birth. Lets just bring out the five senses that people are given. Sight, sound, touch, smell and taste. Continued on blog #qratitude #motivation #excellence #selfhelp #writersofinstagram #womensupportingwomen #youcandoit #selfworth #transformation #beyourself #entrepreneur #bekind #sisterhood #selfesteem #thankyou #unemployedInstagram
Monday, July 01, 2019
Open Your Hands
Like an early December evening, the sun sets too soon and the darkness swallows up the tunes and I forget the words to your song, is that even possible?
***Full post on my blog*** When the glass has been shattered and the balloon has been popped. When the train is in full speed and can never be stopped. Fold your hands, close your eyes. When the bottle is empty and the fridge is too. Your stomach makes sounds you just are not used to. Fold your hands, then open then towards the sky, close your eyes. I feel like I'm blind folded and walking on glass. All of my hopes will never come to pass. So I close my eyes and I whisper the words… Once I was Cratus, then I was Poseidon, I've lost feeling in my words and I seem lost for answers. So I close my eyes and I whisper that the Lord is my God and the Lord is One. It's what keeps me sane, it's what keeps the warmth around the empty flame. I may not seem like it, but I am full of faith. I know, I know, it's going to get better. The broken pieces will turn into a beautiful mosaic, the answers will come and my faith will be redeemed. #redemption #redemptionheart #RedemptionRescues #redemptionsong #Hope #hopeclimb #hopeoverfear #hopewritersInstagram
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
Life is photographed, painted and chronicled through rose colored glasses... Would you advertise bad times, moods or missed opportunities? Don't obsess over fear of missing out, FOMO, enjoy your time and your life without any comparisons. You have more than billions of people, think about it, it's true. #qratitude #motivation #excellence #selfhelp #womenshealth #writersofinstagram #womensupportingwomen #youcandoit #selfworth #transformation #beyourself #entrepreneur #bekind #sisterhood #selfesteemInstagram
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
Love in all its wonderful forms should never inspire hatred. Love should always inspire peace and tranquility. We may not be able to comprehend all the colors of the rainbow but if we can simply take in the colors and accept that some colors are not meant for each person individually they should inspire life. Love is good. Hatred is bad. God created each individual in his image, since God is omnipotent he possesses infinite images. Love and acceptance it’s the Golden rule, right? #Love #lovely #Loveit #loveyourself #lovelife #lovequotes #loveyou #lover #loveher #lovehim #lovers #loveislove #lovefood #lovemylife #lovethem #Lovestory #lovewhatyoudo #lovesunrises #slowlove #lovenature #lovethissong #lovewins #loveofmylife #loveyourbody #loveu #loves #lovethis #loveandlight #Freddyzalta #rainbowInstagram
Monday, June 24, 2019
No idea why I am posting this. Was told my eye was red and decided to check it out. It's still Brown. Happy Monday! But, "don't it make my brown eyes red?" Oy so cheesy and old man dad jokes. Andrew why? #Monday #mondayrants #MondayMakeupTipsbyDHM #mondaysucksnot #mondaymalt #mondaymorningsmybitch #mondaynights #mondaypickmeup #mondaymoitvation #mondaythrowback #mondayestmonday #mondaymanicure #mondaymelanin #MondayMoodMusic #mondayoffplease #mondaywalk #mondayquickee #mondaysarebetter #mondaymotivationalquotes #mondaynotsomotivated #mondayoff #mondayblooms #mondayjazz #mondayspiration #mondaylazyday #mondaysushi #mondaysickday #mondaywine #mondaytimepass #mondaymonologuesInstagram
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Tough as nails, soft to the touch. Love of traditions in his soul, No deviation on his watch. Strength in his heart, love in his eyes. Expressing himself truly, never a thought of a lie, standing tall and looking life in the eyes, never altering his course. Life is filled with questions and God provides the answers, can anyone understand it more than you? There is more to this world, death is not the end, I hope you are laughing and learning with your loved ones again. Where the ravages of sickness and time have turned to youth and health, where pain is no longer alive, true peace and happiness is considered wealth. You made such an impression, you created so many worlds, with your love by your side, your flags forever unfurled. I know you are walking where paradise was born and history is alive. Where the answers are so simple to the questions once so complex… We'll meet again someday and it will all make sense. #life #worldtocome #love #paradise #happiness #answers #questions #traditionsInstagram
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Through the corridors of time we explore, is this home or just a dream? Opened doors inviting you, locked doors enticing you... You walk on... Focused on the step you are taking while ingesting the aromas and the sounds that surround you... Life is like that... #jerusalem #aromas #selfexploration #selfexplorationthroughtravel #travelphotography #momentlens #travelogue #traveltocreate #tasty #instastories #camping #wildadventures #travelinspiration #adventurer #keepcleanenvironment #ecotourism #traveltoexplore #photography #beautyisallaround #trueself #authenticself #selfcare #wildandfree #trusttheprocess #justasyouare #selfloveInstagram
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
A park bench, a cup of coffee, a cool breeze and our hands locked in time. You whisper something to me and I smile... After all this time... I am still reborn each time I see you. After all this time... There ain't other way to tell you... After all this time, I still love you. #love #loveourhome #loveforride #loveiseveverywhere #loveyou #lovestowrite #love2cook #lovers #lovetoreadagoodbook #lovemanic #loversembrace #loveinspo #lovemotherhood #lovemyself #loveyoursupport #lovestory #lovegoodscreations #lovelife #loveklunker #loveisagame #lovedesong #loveaginger #lovescarves #lovebaseball #loveisintheairInstagram
Sunday, June 16, 2019
I know I wasn't the easiest child, teenager, or adult. But I think you'd be proud of me now pop. Not an hour goes by that I don't think about you. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't come over to me and express their love and gratitude for things that you did for them. I know I probably never expressed to you just how important you were to me until later on. I also know you aren't reading Instagram but it helps me feel better putting these words out there. Not for my own benefit, but to let people know that there was a man by the name of Sam Zalta who lived to almost 101 years and made this world better for countless people who needed a smile, some attention, reminder of a higher power or to be called pal just when you need to hear it. Simple acts of kindness can make an enormous impact on another soul. A smile, a salutation, a prayer here and there and a pat on the back. Life is not easy, but with a little love it can be so beautiful. #fathersday #missyoupal #zaltaInstagram
Friday, June 14, 2019
A horse goes to a doctor... Even a long face possesses a sense of peace, beauty and a glimmer of light in the eyes. We all go through depression, some depressions are logical while others come from somewhere deep inside. They all need to be expressed, felt and understood. The fear we have when we are on the brink of depression, causes us to be anxious, to feel the need to run... Once you are ok with the fact that depression comes and goes, is treatable, is permissable and not a sin... The anxiety will ease and the panic will go away. It's ok. You will be ok. It's going to take work and some digging... But you will be ok. #instadepression #instaanxiety #instatime #instalife #instatoday #instaschool #instalove #instahealth #instaself #instathankyou #instamentalhealth #instaman #itsokInstagram
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Ain't no circles Ain't no straight lines. Ain't no lies and there ain't no truths. Ain't no perfection.... Ain't IS a word. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Has there been any performer in the past 50 years who has touched so many with their comical or dramatic roles, standup comedy, just all around presence like #robinwilliams has? The fact that he was hurting while he made us laugh or cry, shows how much of @patchadams he had inside of him. @zeldawilliams thank you #comedy #drama #life #clown #laughteristhebestmedicine #gratitudeInstagram
Monday, June 10, 2019
Imagine 7 people living in a house with one phone line? No other way to communicate with anyone other than face to face? I remember building up the nerve to call a girl I liked, my hands would sweat and there would be shivering teeth... Finally dialing and then... Busy signal. Dialing over and over until finally it rings... Panicked, "Hello is xxx there?" Only to hear, "Sorry, wrong number." #romancingthepast #oldphones #openwindowsInstagram
Friday, June 07, 2019
Got to be Me
I must have died a thousand times in my life, suppressing that spark in my soul that lit up my worlds.
"It's not hopeless, it's been done before. Drink your juice kid, do what needs to be done. Stop thinking you are meant for something more, something miraculous that can change the world. Sit at your desk and pay attention. Stop calling out, stop being the clown and for God sakes stop daydreaming." I must have died a thousand times in my life, suppressing that spark in my soul that lit up my worlds. We give up so much of our true self because we need to follow other people's ideas of how we should act, dress and feel. It's like I'm in a straight jacket, rag around my mouth and blindfolded. Needing to run and sing, yet forced to sit quietly my emotions nearly tucked in. I think that's why I have failed… But I can't do it anymore, can't turn into the walking dead who walk alongside me. I can't keep in step, I just don't have that rhythm. "It's not hopeless, it's been done before. But I won't drink that juice and I'll remember that I am someone special who can do the miraculous. I am meant for more…" That is why I shake, I am suppressing so many emotions and physical motions I need to express. Of course it's natural to need to break out, I need to break out. Nothing I've been doing, is doing anyone any good. I cannot be great trying to be someone I truly do not want to be. That anxiety is my true self wanting to break free… It has to start with me. Set me free, it starts with me, set me free, let me be… Free. #anxiety #suppression #freedom #emotionalhonesty #selfworth #love #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Thursday, June 06, 2019
Waiting, been waiting by the bus stop to take me home. My belly is empty, my pockets are too… all I could think about is getting home to you. The well is so dry, you could start a fire inside… The rivers that surround us are overflowing, some folks are praying for the rain to stop. I'm just walking in circles trying to catch even one raindrop… My belly is empty and the trees around me are bare. The sun is shining but it's cold as hell down here. What else can I pray for but for some answers to arrive? At least through it all, I have love by my side. Waiting, been waiting for this train to arrive. To take me somewhere, anywhere, so I can see what's outside. My belly is empty but my heart is full, what else do I need in a world so heartless and cruel? #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Fire in the Well
The rivers that surround us are overflowing, some folks are praying for the rain to stop. I'm just walking in circles trying to catch even one raindrop…
Wednesday, June 05, 2019
We worry about the future and that future never comes. Time rushes on and the future we constantly invent for ourselves never ever turns out exactly how we planned it. So relax and focus on the now while doing some preparing for that future that will come when you least expect it. Like, now. Stop trying to catch up to the future, it will always out race you, learn from but don't hang on to the past, it's going already. #present #selfempowerment #love #tomorrowisnow #yesterdayispast #obvious but not so easily understood l.Instagram
A Shadow of two people dancing as a crooner sings a song professing his love for his lady. They are slow dancing on a roof somewhere and the shadow is being cast by a full moon over New York City. The crooner is coming out of a small radio and the couple are each from France. They had arrived in New York ten years earlier, separately, with different spouses, to escape the Germans who were now marching through Paris, but who back then, were just knocking on the doors of France - all set to break them down if not opened. They were both non observant Jews. They had worked together in a university in Paris and were lovers in the shadows of the Eiffel Tower and the Seine. Their respective spouses had returned to France, unafraid since they were non-observant and did not consider themselves Jewish. Unfortunately the Germans didn't make the distinction between practicing Judaism and being born a Jew - they had each been sent to different camps and had not been heard of since. Fifty some years later on - four children, eighteen grandchildren and several great-grandchildren; Beatrice had been told that the cancer that had taken away her hair and any strength she still had away, was back. This time the Doctors were not giving her more than six months. Victor had sat down with her and told her, "Just as in Paris we knew it was our time to leave, so here in New York City, we must accept it is our time to leave, once again." With that he bought a bottle of wine, a tape recorder with a recording of their favorite songs. They went up to the roof and then as they had back in the forties - left their home for the promise of a better life. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #edithpiaf #LouisarmstrongInstagram
Pink and Other shades of Love
A Shadow of two people dancing as a crooner sings a song professing his love for his lady. They are slow dancing on a roof somewhere and the shadow is being cast by a full moon over New York City. The crooner is coming out of a small radio and the couple are each from France. They had arrived in New York ten years earlier, separately, with different spouses, to escape the Germans who were now marching through Paris, but who back then, were just knocking on the doors of France - all set to break them down if not opened.
Tuesday, June 04, 2019
Monday, June 03, 2019
From "Life of Salesman Owned no more" buy it! The breaking point "All of us, ladies and gentlemen are slaves to the government, slaves to our bosses and slaves to our basic human needs. We are owned! We are owned by the simple fact that we want to have a better life! A better life! So, you get to work before nine so the boss doesn't throw it in your face that you come in late. You work until after six so the boss doesn't say, 'you have banker’s hours?' You eat by your desk because you have to follow the lemmings who do the same, the other slaves in the cubicle prison. We are recorded, followed, monitored and critiqued. We are docked, fired, suspended without pay and treated as inferior if we don't blow the bosses in the fishbowl for all to see. We are ostracized, immobilized and dehumanized because we use the bathroom too many times or walk to get a cup of coffee and stop to say a few words to a co-worker or co-inhabitant of the insane asylum we knowingly attend and dedicate our time to." I could see smartphones videoing me and I realized that this might cause a problem. "Well, I don't know about you all - but I am sick and tired of being owned." I sat in my car and heard the strangest sound. A chant had begun, "You don't own me," over and over again. As I closed the door to my car someone came to my window. "What's your name?" "My name? Howard Beale." I said with a smile. By the time I got home my daughter came over to me crying. "I was worried for you, are you ok?" "Why were you worried for me?" "It's all over the internet Daddy." "What is?" Read more! #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingskills #writingworkshop #ownednomore #lifeofasalesman #FreddyzaltaInstagram
It's magic, it's an illusion, it's a trick of the eye. It's a sleight of hand, a false pose, a flick of the wrist or a diversion tactic. So many distractions, in real time or in perfect clarity replay. The universe in your hand, anything you want, need or are required to eat, feel or wear. To recite, to review, to make love to, to unite or to spread hatred and divisiveness. It's all there for you in 3d, high quality video and surround sound audio. Life can be simple one moment and totally lost in a maze blindfolded the next. Don't lose sight of what is truly important, it's simple. Love. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Saw a floating vision through my dashboard window as I waited for the train to arrive. A singing bird in a closed cage, enslaved, for how long? For what sin? The chain around it's left leg, keeps him down despite any chance of an open door. Thunder baby and lightening giants, hand in hand. Tonight is the night, the morning is not so far off. Goodnight. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Sunday, June 02, 2019
Friday, May 31, 2019
Purity in Emotion
Childhood...the wonder years...purity in emotion, purity in exuberance and purity in intention...
A fresh slate, a new day, an empty canvas… Children are like the first morning light, the first buds of spring, the first snow flakes falling. The future is always uncertain, but the child lives in the here and now. The past slips away and tomorrow is always for another day. Deep breath, deep thoughts, the power of love, life and nature. God is spinning us around, our open playground with no fences, walls or distractions. Childhood…the wonder years…purity in emotion, purity in exuberance and purity in intention… First loves, first hand held and the first kiss… An empty canvas with splattered colors of red, blue and yellow. A fresh slate spotted with life, love and faith. Is there anything left to paint? NomiSim is what they call her Naomi Simhon Is her name . A Sephardic jew from Israeli and middle eastern descent. She grew up in a small town in New Jersey. A mother to 3 wonderful children whom She considers gifts, and a lucky wife to a loving and supportive husband. Nomi has been dancing for over 20 years and teaching movement for over half that time. By guiding her students in a welcoming and encouraging way, they find their own capability to transform and heal from the inside out. Uncovering thier inner truths, and power, helps them to connect, and feel more alive in a calm and joyous way. Nomi regularly teaches both a self-grounded, fun, ebbnflow movement class, and a traditional vinyasa (flow) yoga class with an Ashtanga influence. Teaching is how she gives back to all her blessings. She is grateful for all she has been given, spiritually and intellectually, and enjoys the opportunity to share it with others. Follow her journey on Instagram @nomisim. Also check out her new website!https://nomisim.com/ #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
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