Spoof of Fox News

This is a spoof I made of a recent Fox News story, but I don't think that it's blown too far out of proportion.

A Fox anchor stated that Gazans use the tunnels that go from Gaza to Israel in order to travel to Jordan to kidnap Jordanians.  That is one hell of a long journey, clear across Israel, and it's amazing that Jordan has issued no response to it.

I am not a Democrat, nor am I a Republican.  I seldom point out the stupidity of those on either side, but on such a blunder as this, I have to do so.

#comedy #Fox #FoxNews #badreporting #hilarious #humor #Gaza #Israel #GazaWar 

The next time you want to ask Amazon for a refund, please keep this in mind.

The next time that you want to ask Amazon for a refund on a Kindle e-book purchase, please keep this in mind:

My novel, that I poured my heart and soul into, put a lot of money into that I cannot afford, spent months writing, and is my hardest and most elaborate work, has already been refunded by Amazon 6 times!  Yes, 6 times!  I have to pay all delivery charges on that!  Please read this message:
Most of the e-books found on Amazon were written by Indie authors, authors that do not have major book deals. Indie authors struggle to bring readers great books at low prices and have to not only write the stories but edit, publish, and promote them on their own, plus have to pay for expensive book covers out of their own pockets. Most Indie authors make only hundreds of dollars per year from writing. Every time that someone gets a refund from Amazon, it costs the author. Not only does it cause the Indie author despair and cause sales records to be continually reconfigured, but it LITERALLY COSTS THE AUTHOR MONEY! THE AUTHOR HAS TO COVER THE DELIVERY CHARGES FOR THE ORIGINAL PURCHASE! INDIE AUTHORS DO NOT MAKE MUCH MONEY AT ALL. THIS PIRACY (AND YES, IT IS PIRACY, NO MATTER WHAT AMAZON SAYS), WILL BRING THE DOWNFALL OF LITERATURE. IF YOU WANT BOOKS TO CONTINUE TO BE WRITTEN, DO NOT PIRATE THEM IN ANY WAY, INCLUDING BUYING THEM, READING THEM, AND THEN ASKING FOR A REFUND! IF YOU DO NOT THINK THAT YOU WILL LIKE A BOOK, DO NOT BUY IT. YOU MAY THINK THAT IT IS FAIR TO ASK AMAZON FOR REFUNDS, BUT YOU ARE CAUSING AUTHORS THAT DEPEND ENTIRELY ON THEIR MEAGER BOOK SALES TO GIVE UP ON WRITING ALTOGETHER. PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS. DO THE RIGHT THING, AND DO NOT PIRATE.

Thank you.

People with disabilities can do amazing things.

I know I've already posted a lot today, but I have something on my mind, and this is my one place that I get to say anything I want, any time I want.  I want to tell everyone that people with disabilities can do amazing things.  If this serves to inspire anyone, guide them, further them, or encourage them, great.  If not, oh well.

My physical disabilities aside, I want to talk about my mental, emotional, and cranial disabilities to prove that people with such things can still accomplish much and soar to tremendous heights.  Use me as an example, if you will.  I have a cyst on the left temporal lobe of my brain.  I have tremendous migraine headaches, quite often.  I have partial dyslexia, A.D.D., severe depression, anxiety, and insomnia, yet I have been able to not only finish a B.A. but an M.A., both with very high g.p.a.s, honors, awards, and praise, not to mention that I have completed 3 novels, 1 novella, 5 short stories, a compilation story book, 2 books of poetry, more than a dozen joke and misc. humor books, and many hundreds of detailed poems, all with the above mentioned disabilities.  People with mental, emotional, or physical dysfunction can still do great things, so don't let anyone ever tell you that you can't!  If you believe it, you can achieve it!  Just don't give up!

Dreams Never Come True

Dreams Never Come True

Dreams Never Come True

Copyright © 2014 by The Poetry Man (Jason Wallace)

I used to think it was us.

I used to think it was you.

But now all I can think

Is dreams never come true.

Was it me, Baby?

Was it no use?

Is there a reason

Dreams never come true?

I can't stand wishin

On stars that deceive.

I can't be with you

When you can't believe.

I don't know what happened

To what we thought we knew...

But now it makes sense

Since dreams never come true.

My whole life has been wasted.

I've never been much.

I've come close to dreams that faded

And then lost every bit of trust

Because someone else didn't

Know what they had

And I could never be happy

When I only made them sad...

But though you don't believe me, Honey...

There's one promise

I can make to you...

No matter what else happens...

Dreams never come true.

If one day you want me

Like I wanted you,

I won't be waitin

Cuz dreams never come true.

The dream you made me believe in

Is now the nightmare I knew

Would come around some day

Cuz dreams never come true.

I'm tired of holdin

On to anyone new

Because all of the old

Were dreams that never came true.

I don't want nothin

Or someone, too.

The dream that died lately

Is the dream I call you.

And the dream I wanted

Will never come true.

My whole life has been wasted.

I've never been much.

I've come close to dreams that faded

And then lost every bit of trust

Because someone else didn't

Know what they had

And I could never be happy

When I only made them sad...

But though you don't believe me, Honey...

There's one promise

I can make to you...

No matter what else happens...

Dreams never come true.

So if you find somebody

Somebody new...

Know he's no better

Than what I gave to you...

But I have nothin I can give

Cuz you took it all

And made me want somethin

Not worth wearin down my wall.

So I'll build it back up

And let no one through

Since you proved once again

That dreams never come true.

My whole life has been wasted.

I've never been much.

I've come close to dreams that faded

And then lost every bit of trust

Because someone else didn't

Know what they had

And I could never be happy

When I only made them sad...

But though you don't believe me, Honey...

There's one promise

I can make to you...

No matter what else happens...

Dreams never come true.

I spent years

Gettin it all wrong,

Wishin and waitin

For somethin good to come along

And every time I feel it

It leaves me blue

Because everything that seems perfect

Is another dream that won't come true.

Why does Amazon get to keep a whopping 65% of the sales revenue from Indie authors?!

Here is my daily rant, and then I'll stop. My fellow authors, have you noticed that sometimes, Amazon's sells records show one # of sales while the sales report reflects less? They are constantly not updating the sales report or updating it incorrectly. But here is the big kicker, the thing that pisses me off to no end. We are Indie authors. We do all of the work of writing and editing and sometimes, creating our own book covers. Amazon does nothing, not a damn thing! Even if your book is for sale at a higher price, you are forced to allow "lending," and on most Amazon sites (amazon.com) excluded, Amazon keeps 65% of the sales revenue, 65%! Is that fair? HELL NO! WHY SHOULD AMAZON GET 65% OF OUR HARD-EARNED MONEY?!!!! Ok, rant over.

Why does it have to be so difficult to self-publish a paperback?

Createspace is bound and determined to make sure that my new novel does not get released in paperback form. I paid for a professional cover, and though it's finally done, it won't completely format with createspace and has to be tweaked again. I said to hell with it, and I'm releasing the novel as an e-book through Amazon. I'll either end up with 2 Kindle versions of the novel like I did with The Blade of Anslor, or I'll have to take the first Kindle version off. This week has had me at my wits' end, and this just adds to it, but I have to add, in regard to my recent difficulties and in regard to previous ones, fuck you, createspace, and fuck you, Amazon!

The Remains of the Day

This is a poem that I wrote many years ago, when I was very young.  It is only going to be released here, on this blog.

The Remains of the Day

The remains of the days gone by
Have made me
Too afraid to cry.
I thought I wanted peace
Or a piece of ass at least...
But I've been far too depressed
To fuck or fuckin care.
I've been commanded to come when called
Without knowing when or where.
It's all I can do.
Me and you, we're through.
It's all I can do...
To keep me from killing you.

Goddamn, don't fuck with me!
I'll brand you.
I'll beat you.
I'll kick you.
Stay away from me.
I thought this was beneath you.
You say you want me to leave you alone.

Now, you've changed your story.
You don't come around,
And you got a finger for me.
Well, fuck you, too!
You fucked me twice.
It was shit to me, 
But I was too nice to you.

You hate me!
You hate me!
You fucking hate me!
I'll be hating you!

Somewhat My Heart

This was written on April 10, 2014.

Somewhat My Heart

In the place of our love,

You filled in with hurt,

Colored unimaginable ,

Unfulfilled first,

And I wasn't enough,

And I knew that so much

I tried so hard to make it all work

But you went away worrying and wasted,

Wasting my time

With all those lies,

You always despised, delicate, forgetting the worth

Is it a shame

That the one not to blame

Is the one missing the one

That was there only in name

I made mistakes,

But everything I gave,

You would find some way to take

For granted and never grant me

Anything but nothingness,

An unpainted pain until the day that it came

That you left me so alone and so, you walked away

The door that slammed in my face

Left an imprint on all of me to date

And I just can't wait until it will wash away

And leave something sweet in place of the taste

Of bitterness of soul,

Of emptiness so whole,

Shattered but put back together by

The only semblance of simplicity,

Which is always my hate

Though I know I don't

Really feel that way

I never forgot you, and I would have caught you

If you would have let me know that you were falling...

Away

You moved on so easily

Like I was only a filler of time

But all that you would ever be to me

Was more than you minded, what I wanted,

Mine, all mine

And I can't rewind,

But I can't go forward

I don't want anyone...

Like I wanted you

I don't need a thing

That won't need me back

And maybe just lie

And tell me that I

Am everything and anything

When I am nothing and emptying

All of my heart... and falling apart,

And giving into misery, missing any bit of memory

Of something better than

Both of us divided, than all of us untied

Meant to be together, but that was just some lie

Twisted, unfailing, but really failing

Because we believed that we could somehow be

Unified, united, so very delighted... in a kind of wonderful

When it was denied

The only person that I've ever been

Has been a lingerer, a longer,

But never strong enough to begin

To let go of so much of you,

Knowing that my only

Happiness, too

Was wrapped up in wrong

And stolen by the words of a woman

So selfish, untrue,

Melodic, apathetic,

Angelic, and new,

Turned into torment, burned by the bliss,

Beleaguered by all of the bullshit I no longer miss

But I do sometimes still miss you

I do once in a while wish that I didn't lose

The unbridled, never requiting, uncaring one

Who gave me these scars

For some kind of fun

And then took her heart back

Like it was never for me,

A joke that she played because we couldn't be

The things that we stated,

You loved not, only hated

To try them with me

And now that you've been gone for so long,

I wish you well and hope that he

Can make you as happy

As I tried to bring

You up from your silent, unspoken, broken hole

I didn't have strength, and you would not go,

But for someone other than

This man that I am,

You'll give your all

I will leave it alone

I will probably keep missing you

Oddly, keep wishing you

Weren't the way I know that you are

Partly pathetic, and somewhat my heart

Come Save Me - Let Me Be (new poem)

This was written late last night/early morning, July 9, 2014.

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.

Maybe things won’t have to be this way.

Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,

Is the dawn of some brighter day.

I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.

I don’t know just how to make this right.

The pain and the strain of a loss of hope

Getting only stronger

Is strangling me ever so tight.

I’m on the verge of giving up on life altogether,

Leaning over a precipice.

I’m pushing and inching further and nearer,

And if I go off of the ledge, it could be better.

It sometimes seems the only offering of relief,

And if I try, I won’t miss, and me, you won’t miss.

I see only clouds that are gathering,

Never again to part.

All that’s allowed in this place that I hardly can fathom

Is room for a tortured soul and a bitter heart.

If I could plead, come save me,

I might just believe that someone could

Come save me.

I know if I leave, I’ll be quickly forgotten.

I won’t matter one more hour.

I will be decaying, rotten; I won’t care.

It already matters so little now or

Then or now and again.

Maybe there should be no more delaying, no more

Misery I am so easily caught in; I won’t care.

After years of trying too hard,

I’ve amounted to less than you.

I’ve mattered to less than few.

Doing so much and running so fast

That I am so lost in nothingness and looking to pass,

I fall so far behind.

I’m all in my mind.

I’ve made a life that is worth only misery,

And I’ve only been someone for only me.

I wish that there was anyone to care enough

To come save me,

But they all just – let me be.

With no one to count on, I’ll just leave.

There isn’t one in this world

To come save me.

Goodbye to you, and don’t you say

Goodbye to me.

Just do your part, and – let me be.

Under the Cypress Moon cover reveal

Cover reveal for Under the Cypress Moon.  I am not happy about it.  It looks sci-fi, and it is nothing like what I paid for and was assured that I would get, but $130 and more than 3 weeks later, this is what I have, what I must use.  I can't afford another cover, so here it is.

JaMa Publishing launches new site

Hello, everyone.

I thought that I would put a word out there for my publisher, JaMa Publishing.  They have, as of today, launched a new website.  Though it is still under construction, it is completely viewable.  Stop by to learn more about me and about several other JaMa authors.

jamapub.weebly.com

https://www.facebook.com/jamapublishing

Under the Cypress Moon soon to be released

Hello, everyone.

Under the Cypress Moon, the epic 33 chapter interracial dark romantic drama is soon to be released.  I am waiting for the professional cover to be completed, which should take anywhere from 4 to 7 more days.  Check out the author event for your chance to win your free copy.

https://www.facebook.com/events/663205243771725/

Under the Cypress Moon

My novel, "Under the Cypress Moon," a 33 chapter epic dark romance will be released very soon!  All I'm waiting for is previewer comments and my first professional book cover to be completed.  More info to follow.  Check out https://www.facebook.com/thepageofauthorjasonwallace for all updates on this book and my other works.

Here is an excerpt from chapter 26: 

"I... do," Mark choked.

"Now say that at the altar! You better be around to do that with me! If I can't marry you, I'm never marryin' anybody! You and me, Baby. You and me, one day soon! We're gonna do this before the end of the year. You know that. Three months, only three months! I need you to be there, at that altar, in front of Reverend Hill, three months from now! You're gonna be there in your black suit, looking so handsome, so sexy, and I'm gonna be walkin' down that aisle in my flowing, white dress, and we're gonna stand before God and everybody we know and tell each other how much we love each other and be sealed together as husband and wife, and it's gonna happen before you know it. It's gonna be the happiest day of our life together, at least, til the day our baby comes. It's you and me, Baby, you and me forever!"

Mark and Shylah, chapter 26, "Under the Cypress Moon"

Comment below for a free copy of Under the Cypress Moon when it is released in July!

Live at DFNV Author Event June 20 6-8 P.M.

I will be live at the Dreams, Fantasies, Nightmares, and Visions live interactive author event on Friday, June 20 from 6-8 P.M. EST.  Come check it out for a frightfully good time and lots of prizes! 

https://www.facebook.com/events/293612200816670/299258356918721

The Problem of the Indie Author

I enjoy the craft of writing so much that when I am not writing, I am thinking about writing. It is my passion, the great love of my life. The ability to create is a gift; however, the bad thing about being an Indie author is that you spend more time editing, self-publishing, and promoting than you do actually writing.