The air in the living room seemed to thicken, as if the house itself were holding its breath. I stood frozen, dish towel still in hand, as the faint outline of a man in tattered gray slowly emerged near the coffee table. His eyes—hollow, distant, burdened by a war long buried—met mine for the briefest second. And in that moment, the room felt centuries older.

Wangari Maathai (1940–2011) was a prominent Kenyan activist, environmentalist, and politician known for her work on sustainable development, democracy, and peace. #peace

Dreaming is the first step toward innovation and achievement. However, many people settle for small, comfortable goals. To truly elevate your life and impact, you need to consciously choose to dream bigger and better!

Henry and Uncle Jacob prepare for the worst in the middle of the night what could be waiting for them in this small run down Inn?

In this Chapter Henry is introduced and faces his first major adversity in life and meets his "uncle"

This is the informative lore of the book to give you a basic understanding of the world as seen from the eyes of the races of men.

Psalm II: The Reverent Reveal Is the reverence of the revelation a reveal, There is a time to recall, and a time to re-become. A time to wash the mind in purposed smoke, then to rinse & rise from it all, the scent of what was burned. For every rhythm under the Heavens & Hells has no mirror, and every mirror forgets who stared too long, thus all things become reversed. The sun forgets no face though. The moon forgets some to no secret[s]. And between them — man learns to walk then arise again, half in darkness, half in offering turning bright!

Psalm I: The Eclipse on the Morrow Where did yesterday go on the morrow? There is a time to recall, and a time to re-become. A time to wash the mind in purposed smoke, then to rinse & rise from it all, the scent of what was burned. For every rhythm under the Heavens & Hells has no mirror, and every mirror forgets who stared too long, thus all things become reversed. The sun forgets no face though. The moon forgets some to no secret[s]. And between them — man learns to walk then arise again, half in darkness, half in offering turning bright!

now this one MEMORIS 2: The Mother of Vaginas Themes: Praise of divine feminine. Sistars/wives misnamed by man. Paradise in brown womanhood. One foot on land, one in water — balancing yin and yang. Empowerment of womb and cosmic feminine. ChatGPT said:

Progress beckons like a lover, lashes like a master, and haunts you like a ghost. Every step forward costs a piece of who you were before.

“Velvet Mercy” Your touch speaks in languages the heart understands, Soft syllables traced by trembling hands. No words—just warmth, just breath, just skin, Where compassion and desire quietly begin. Your eyes hold oceans, deep and forgiving, A love that heals the ache of living. You touch not just flesh, but the places unseen, Where broken hearts remember dreams they’ve been. It isn’t lust alone—it’s soul meeting soul, A tenderness fierce, a passion whole. Each sigh a prayer, each kiss a plea, For love to be pure, wild, and free. In you, affection becomes divine, A mercy that tastes of sacred wine. No shame, no fear, no need to hide— Just beauty and grace, entwined inside.

Lost in the scroll: why men won’t date and women feel alone. They used to meet at mixers and church picnics — now they haven’t changed the Netflix login.

TikTok is turning into a warzone — not of dance battles, but of working-class frustration. From food stamps to paychecks, Americans are clashing over who deserves help and who’s just trying to survive.

This is the first chapter to my book “Rowdy As They Come”. If you would like the full story please message my at Andrewmicah1993@gmail.com

This is the first chapter to one of my books. If you would like to read any of my full books please just message me at andrewmicah1993@gmail.com -Andrew Foster

📉 The Influencer Crash: Why Social-Media Fame Isn’t Financial Freedom 🌟 When the followers stoke big dreams — but the bank account ends up empty.

The first poem I ever wrote names "scars"I put a lot of work into this one it remains my fav poem I wrote to this day

Im one of tye most interesting people youll ever meet. I have a life and its far from boring. A good catch to pull ya in would be that im an empath, someone who can feel others; except with mine i can feel the people im close with or have knowledge of whenever theyre dying or going through a birth or miscarriage... crazy, right?

The natural reaction is bolt. It's only creature. Survive. Creativity is the backbone of fear. Natures toolshed.

I'm glad that our plan is going together alright. Sure, the wedding never followed through...and sure, we have no idea where we're headed next...but on the bright side, we're getting closer to finally getting what we want. That is, if I even know what I want at this point. I thought I did.