Monday, October 31, 2016
Through These Newborn Eyes
She walks and locks the door, I unbutton her shirt and she leans to me - I see her face so close to me - I can feel the heat from her love that she has always had for me. I am seeing life and love and I am in life and in love.
Up to Me
When I hear this song and the words are sung it touches a cord within me that I need to follow my own path - time is running out for me and I must stay true to me. No one else can truly understand - I guess its gonna be up to me. 
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
My Big One
If I could I would, if I could I would have a beautiful lady stand above you and to soften your hardened self. If I could free you of the stiffening sense that can sometimes cause pain, I would rub you and feather you to health and to peace. You stand among smaller ones and you lead the army into the battles, into wars always victorious with every step. 
Thursday, October 27, 2016
This Pain
Its funny how a rain in the spring can invigorate us yet the rain in the fall leaves us wanting for home. 
Palettes of Colors
I walk along the streets, hands in pockets, eyes absorbed on the Palettes of Colors. Too warm for snow but too cold for leaves and they fall from the trees. Another cup of coffee please...
Innocent – set me free
I am on the wet streets tonight, reflections of an old man in a stained glass. The river runs beside me and a lost dog cries out for love. I am searching for answers - looking up above. 
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Invisible Man
The Prose Masquerade Think about what monster or creature you would most enjoy emulating if you were forced to become it for the rest of your life. (You can't say a businessman is a monster and take the easy route out). Within the realms of ghouls, ghosts, vampires, centaurs, etc., pick your poison, and craft something that shows how you would cope at your worst, your best, in your newfound existence of monstrosity. Let the words run. 
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Guilty of Innocence #prosechallenge
I await the sound of the bell to toll daily. Each day another inmate on death row is sent to their ultimate judgment – guilty or wrongly accused – it doesn’t matter. In the end, after the switch is pulled – the ultimate judge in the ultimate world will reveal the ultimate verdict. We all […]
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Bob Dylan (Soundtracks from my Life)
One day I had the nerve to switch sides and put the album on side 2. My life changed… “Mr. Tambourine man.” I closed my eyes and listened to him and I was mesmerized; Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow…
Sunday, October 09, 2016
Thursday, October 06, 2016
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
Mets fans are worn down by our past. Miracles? Yes but as Mets fans we are well aware of God's love for the Yankees. Tonight we will congregate in front of the tv, turn the radio up loud and hope that a big miracle is coming to Citi Field. #lgm #citifield #thor happy birthday @bitchitssammyInstagram
Sunday, October 02, 2016
To all who celebrate the Jewish New Year...a wish for inner contemplation so we can all look within and improve ourselves to be better people, better children, parents and spouses. We must continue to improve who we are within in order to improve who we are as people. In business, in love, with strangers and friends, we must not do unto them what we would not want done unto ourselves. Be honest, be true, be respectful and smile. Only then can you wish good wishes to others. Only then can you ask for forgiveness. Sincerity is the key, without that key, the doors to happiness cannot be opened. Love, love, love to all, wishes for complete feelings of health, happiness, success and true peace for all. The best of health and a livelihood that brings self fulfillment and a lot of money! May we all be discovered for the greatness we all posses. Read my damn blog!Instagram
Tales from the F Train Chapter 3 The Levirate Marriage
She closed her eyes and thought about the song that had come on randomly earlier. “It had to be you,” was the song they had danced to at the wedding. She tried to convince herself at that time that she felt they were as one. Once she kissed him, she could still feel his lips against hers; cold blooded and dispassionate. It was then she felt a pain inside of her as if a hypnotic spell had been cast and now it had run it's course. She whispered that she needed to go to the bathroom.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Devil Dogs, TV and Pumpkin Pie
My mother is a prime example of what a mother should be and is. She can drive you crazy because she is a worrier - but she can calm you down and give you hope when you feel like all hope is gone. She is a fighter, a singer, a baker and a master chef. She is a mother, an adviser, a friend and a doctor all rolled into one. My father was an icon, We didn't realize it growing up, although I used to follow him and sit with him listening to the stories he would tell us. To me he was always a giant at barely five feet tall. His eyes and his smile can make me feel loved unconditionally no matter what the situation was.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Elton John (Soundtracks from my Life)
His songs continue to be the soundtrack of my life; "Something about the way you look tonight" was my wedding song and his "Songs from the West Coast" remains as one of my favorite and most listened to albums. His "The Captain and the Kid" album was the sequel to "Captain Fantastic" album from 31 years earlier -I loved it and feel it was not given the attention it deserved. 
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Jose Fernandez – This is Not how It was supposed to End
Jose Fernandez was a pitcher who could tell you what pitch he would throw and still make you look like a fool trying to hit it. He possessed an exuberance and a passion in each step he took that was effervescent and alive.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Broken Hearts and Zipper Clubs
Please read and comment on the following URL (Its a contest – if you dont like it – you can say that too!) Broken Hearts and Zipper Clubs by Imthinking on Prose. http://ift.tt/2cGuXEs under: Freddy Zalta Tagged: prosechallenge
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
What If or Sarah Laughed
So, what if all the people around the world dying or killing in God’s name are dying in vain. What if all the people praying for a world to come, end up with silence and nothing more? What if we followed all the laws; lived with sets of ethos and beliefs that were unbreakable, did not steal or kill because we did not want to do unto others what we did not want we lived by; would the faith in a higher power and a world to follow; all be a waste of time?
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Seats with a View (photo challenge https://goo.gl/9JYWXJ)
PHOTO BY– Rob Woodcox WORDS BY Freddy Zalta The end of the school year was two minutes away and the boys were transfixed by the second hand on the clock which hung from the wall above the chalkboard in room 202, Mr. Looney’s 7th grade Science class. The bride and groom were walking through the … Continue reading Seats with a View (photo challenge https://goo.gl/9JYWXJ) 
Monday, September 12, 2016
Tales from the F Train Chapter Two Jacob
In 1945 I had just come back from being stationed at Fort Bragg. I had been released for what they called ‘section 8.’ My first night back at home, we lived at 99 Ryerson Street in Brooklyn, next to the park over there, my first night there I met with my girl. She was happy I was home and expected me to pop the question. I wasn’t ready to ask any questions to anyone. The next night she told me she had met someone while I was away and that he did have a question for her and she was ready to answer him, unless I would ask her first. I laughed, turned and walked away while she cried, ran up to her room and I never saw her again.
Each day after work a group of us would head to Chiodo’s for a beer or two. They had a sandwich there that was called, “The mystery sandwich,” that was mysteriously delicious. There was a lady of the evening who became my friend for free. She would come to my room at night and we would keep each other company. http://ift.tt/2clBruj
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Friday, September 09, 2016
Thursday, September 08, 2016
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Tales from the F-Train Chapter One WANDA
She walked on and took a seat facing ahead against a window. She watched the rooftops pass by and saw some instant scenes of lives passing by. A man in a wife beater undershirt standing looking outside, an empty room, a woman walking past the window. Quentin Road and she saw the snow was starting to stick on the rooftops and on the grassy parts of the sidewalks below.
Monday, September 05, 2016
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