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The Recycled Pirate

Rebel by cause | Warrior by choice

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Me too; A confession

I wish I could say I didn’t know better. I wish I had an excuse but all I could say would never take away my mistakes. However, I’m not going to stop there. I have a plan and I’ve been committing to it. I’m going to confess, I’m going to grow and I’m going to educate myself and all men and women, I can see or touch, around me.

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Who, What, Why is that The “Recycled” Pirate

I took the little bit of life that was left of me and I went to change it. I had to see everything with open eyes, open mind and a forgiving heart. I set on a new path of RECYCLING (my) LIFE!

I want to show you my world

I live in the world that I can share and it is magic. I see creations, people standing and applauding. I see people loving and caring. I feel people, and they want to share more but they are lost in a false sense of life. There are no right answers other than the right questions, and those make you challenge you.

Did I fail? 5 years of pain.

Did I fail? It's been five years... It's been more than just that, years. But counting the years, one, two, three, four, five, is easier to explain and to grasp with so much that has happened and so much that... Continue Reading →

A deep intimate connection

I am no saint, nor a hero. I’m far from perfect actually and I’m not afraid to confront myself.

Become your own creator

We prefer to quote some mystic words than to bare our soul. We prefer to read the knowledge of the past than to discover the future for ourselves.

What’s with the Pirate?

My life was a waste. For many years I was ruled by cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, sex, it was all so good but none of it brought me the life I desired. Insecurities, fear and anxiety destroyed hopes and dreams. "They" said I was "up to no good." I was a mess till I lost my life. I didn't die. I could still breathe, but everything else died in front of me...

I will always remain me

I am not afraid to show myself. I never was... However, I was taught to fear others and the words they might speak. The thoughts they might think. But my inner struggle said: "I am not responsible for what they create... Continue Reading →

Grow, from a boy into a man

The candles that melted, smoke that lingered and the wine that has accompanied the adolescents didn't bring much good. They were a whirlwind of emotions that I never understood. Why, was I thinking this? Why, was I feeling so much? Why, was I the only one?

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