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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
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