A Poem

Good Morning

I ask myself this morning,

 "What is my purpose"?

• To be close with God
• To show my light to any and everyone and when asked what that light is or where it's come from, tell them God is shining through me
• Be humble... I shouldn't know when I'm being humble or I may not even be being humble
• Help someone else quietly
• Be grateful
• Take time to be still
• Love

So what's your purpose for today?

Let's spread knowledge and Love.

Financial Life Hacks

Let These Life Hacks Help with Your Finances

New Episode of Way Too Much with Warner Bailey

Have You Ever Harmed Yourself?

I Have.

In this episode of Way Too Much with Warner Bailey, we meet a young woman who calls herself Blade, we later find out why.

A survivor of kidnapping, drug use, and abuse, Blade shares her experiences in different forms of art and discussion.

https://warnerbailey.podbean.com/e/addicts-come-in-all-sizes/

https://warnerbailey.podbean.com/mf/play/p84c2y/Davis_Woods_Girls_With_Addictions_1_.mp3

Life Hacks - A lot

I love Life Hacks!!!! Don't you? If not, your either a grumpy ignoramus or a Marty McFly know it all.

So if you're like me and enjoy finding new ways to make life better or you're just interested in educating yourself or maybe looking to help someone else out who's tired of wrinkled shirts and can't afford a steamer or still dealing with that pesky toothpaste tube, you can check this video out with some new futuristic shit and some good oldies.
Nevermind the commercials and the 30 mins you'll never get back, it's totally worth it. I even stopped half way through to share. You're welcome.

https://youtu.be/WS7GhAp-fGM

Early Morning Thoughts

My body wakes up at 5:30 no matter what these days. I rather like it. I used to hate being up before 9 am and really before Noon. Businesses aren't open, it's still dark but the vibe isn't the same as when night falls.
I have an all-electric car now and so I'm starting a routine of charging at a charging station which takes about 30 mins. So, while I wait I write.
I get sober, a home, and good food in my body and this is what I produce.
This is just a flop piece as I see it but it's like getting a body in shape, practice, practice, practice.
It's cool to be writing again. My finger placement is al off so I'll be doing a lot of editing. For example... I want to type something but it comes out like this, JUst am exam0pl... exampl). LOL!
Stay on this amazing rollercoaster called life with me. It's a heck of a ride.

Just my early morning thoughts.

Boomer Lives!

"Life sucks and is so Beautiful"
-Warner Bailey

A Style so Free it Takes over me

I create bombs

literature that makes minds explode

losing minds

forgetting what was taught

remembering what was sold

Lies

"Why", they ask.

"Just because.

"When", they ask

"Now".

It will always be Now

Forever

Constantly Now

And Now

Right Now

-Warner Bailey

"Life Sucks and is so Beautiful"

I was in Rehab, Now I'm back

I want to let you all know that I'm no longer homeless. I want to tell you the story of beauty that life has once again shown me. I want to update you on my health, my medical conditions, and the medicinal remedies that are shifting my moods, attitudes, and the creativity that propels me into these blog posts and podcasts.

I want to write.

I want to tell you all about everything.

I'm afraid I'm suffering from writer's block. The last time I had writer's block it lasted over a decade.

Chopin has been my movement. Solitude has been my peace. You have been my motivation. What does one do?

I believe I should be traveling the country, the world, reviewing local shops, meeting new souls, having adventures and sharing them with you. Sober, yes, sober.

I have a brother who will make this journey complete. I have been encountering many people who are awake or in the process of waking up from a sleepwalk full of lies, full of pain, full of confusion. Let's pray that Warner Bailey becomes the movement to move hundreds of thousands into an infinity of change. Let's see the real world. Let's be rid of the lies we've been fed.

There's nothing to fear. We are all capable of living our best lives. I will share how through blogging, podcasting, filmmaking, music production, and street art (I'll find a better name for this. Lol.)

I'd ask you to join but you already have.

Way Too Much with Warner Bailey: New Episode!

Promo:

ELLENAJ

JOIN ME FOR AN INTERVIEW WHICH WILL BE PART 1 OF MANY.

A look at where a conversation between friends can go after and during seemingly complicated moments of confusion, sadness, violence, anger, and growth.

Two artists, friends, sit together and chat after a horrific life-changing scene. After being attacked by my ex-boyfriend, losing my home, quitting the job I was being used and abused at for 2 months, and before I knew I would be calling my broke down van my home, I had the pleasure of enjoying my best friend come into her own. A brief moment in time with Warner Bailey and the Artist known as Ellenaj. Enjoy.

https://warnerbailey.podbean.com/e/promo-for-ellington-a-part-i-interview-w-ellenaj-join-us/

How Ass is My Behind?

I've got some great titles for a few unfinished pieces, mainly blog posts and business reviews, "Where the Wild Things Are", "The 3rd Year was the Worst", and "Catch Up!" are a few.
As I sit in my van on a side street of Encino, next to the freeway, I welcome the disappearance of the sun and the cool air that comes along with. I just ingested a half of a Xanax, ate a Cup of Noodle mixed with part of a can of Hot Dog Chilli from the Dollar Tree, and am sipping slowly on my famous Big Gulp Cup filled with ice and watered down Coco-Nut-Rita. Chopin plays in the background while the town's people go inside closed doors to rest before Monday arrives and brings a new week of monotony for their poor souls to envelop. Life is kind to me, I am at peace. I continue typing, hoping to excrete something worth reading, hoping not to pass out from the benzodiazepine that will surely take over firstly my feet, then my legs, with the rest of my body following, I wonder which will go limp first, my brain or my fingers.

Prelude in E minor Op. 28 No. 4

It seems to be easier for me to write titles lately than to actually put my heart on the page. I had been on such a roll and then, electricity deficiency, malnourishment, depression, and fear set in. I began writing these epic pieces in my head swearing I would get them down on paper at some point, somehow. I recognized my lack in progress and so with every bit of energy I could muster up I began writing, even if I couldn't finish, I didn't want to lose the thoughts behind what I knew would be extraordinary pieces. I collected names of the people who inspired me. I revealed my identity to the kind souls I would meet. I will connect each puzzle piece to my Prelude.

I now know why this chapter has appeared in my story, the story of me, Warner Bailey. I am a woman who no longer calls herself a girl. I am a woman. I am grown up from my childish past. I have an understanding of life that I had but forgot. I'm remembering now. I am learning how. I am a writer, always have been, always will be. I've been living out these stories. I am living the dream. I have so much wonder and excitement still in me, it's overflowing. I will hover over blank pages and let it all spill. Colorful ink droplets of love, loss, strength, courage, dark, light, hope, and power. Read me, but don't read between my lines please, there lays nothing. My imagination is great. My spirit and soul are both young and old. I possess gifts that only I can give.

If you're still reading and wondering which goes limp first, the brain or the fingers, it's the brain in this case for me. And there go the fingers. I'm struggling to press the last keys.

Tonight I will fall asleep to the sounds of Chopin making love to black and white keys. I will dream of good things and awake to another California morning, I hope to take this feeling of calm with me to tomorrow. We shall see. My wish is that you will join me.

Goodnight you princes and princesses of Maine, you kings and queens of New England.

Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

"Life Sucks and is so Beautiful."-Warner Bailey

MESSAGES: A new segment

This new portion of Is This Real Life Really? Is entitled "Messages" because I will be copy & pasting real life, actual messages from my texting, emailing, and whatever other orms of communication I use with my loved ones. 

This idea finally came into fluision since I've been living in my non operational van for the past month. It has been so difficult to keep my 2 phones, portable chargers, and laptop charged up enough to write and deliver my message to you guys.

I have quite a few posts that I haven't completed or shared yet. Some of those writings, I feel, will be cool to keep hidden so that they can be discovered years later and released like some sort of treasure found.

The other stuff I've written during these times are haunting me because I now feel like we've been twice removed, you're missing out on following my journey as it's happening, and I'm missing out on you guys as well.

The beauty in "MESSAGES" Is that there's less work involved for me, and these are things I will have written no matter if it's for my blog or Podcast. These are actual messages I felt in my heart to relay to people at the given time. I may post a message that was a reply to someone whom I care for or sometimes it will be my random way of saying "hi" to someone I haven't done well keeping up with. A quick way to share my expression with you, that doesn't take much time, or battery power,  and doesn't keep is disconnected.

I hope you enjoy tapping a bit closer in to my mind, heart, spirit, and soul

Enjoy! ❤️💘💔💙

P.s.- the plan is to post the messages unedited, never including the other person's prompt or response, and allowing you, the reader, to engadge your imagination as to what gave birth to the message and/or how it was received.

The Warner Bailey Project begins with me and will become a movement with us. Please feel free to engage, share, like, comment. I am always open to collaborations. How has this message make you feel? How do you see the text conversation continuing? How would you respond if this message were for you?

Let's express ur human experience together. ¡Si se puede!

A message to my cousin:

We are gifted and highly favored. We are supreme! We are everything they can not be. They hate. We resuscitate and rejuvenate. We heal and they kill. It was never going to be easy. Nevermind that and nevermind them. We ain't playing so there is no win and there is no end. The joke will always be on them because we ain't no fools hut they are and they're also clowns too. WE are here with sadness, anger, disgust, and fear, but that's part of how we get through this shit. That's how we live. Better times always come, maybe not better than we remember it to be, but better than this hot mess we got here. I love you, you are whom I call my real family. You may worry me but you don't scare me. This was written and boy do I fight it, I don't like it, but we come from places where roses grow from concrete! Let's stop hearing with our ears, let's hear what the rhythm in our gut says. Let's stop looking with these human eyes and see beyond these phony fake lies. We are the truth. We were bread to get through these things but not alone. It isn't a coincidence we're on the opposite side of the county going through similar things around the same time. Let's do this yo! We have the power. We are the ones.

-Warner Bailey est. 1979 (20018)

Life Sucks and is so Beautiful. -Warner Bailey