“The stereotypical country music song” by Joseph Vasquez


It seems like for the past few years my life has been like a stereotypical country music song; so much of my time and money has gone to my truck and my dogs (I don’t have anything against pure country, it’s one of the most sincere forms of music) My dogs are family, so I would do anything for them, and my truck is almost 13 years old, so there’s obviously going to be issues.

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I live in beautiful, sunny Southern California, the longest I've gone without a dog is two weeks, and I'm going to write until I can't anymore.

DARK POETRY – Redemption by Mar Watercolor

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I’m sorry.

I’m sorry when I fall and crush,

and you need to squad next to me to pick me up.

I’m sorry, when I make you stop

to caress my hair


“What’s wrong baby? No worries, I’m here” I faint.

I’m sorry, when my blood beats too warm.

When I should, and I’m blind.

When I take two steps back, one forward.

When I regret and shake.


“You are my little angel, please, don’t cry.”

“I’m the fiercest,

A beast, a shark.

You give your soul to please me.

You don’t fall,

It’s me… I push you hard.”


“Such a bold soul,

for your thin, small shadow.

You’re as fierce as I am,

Because only a beast

can submit to a beast.

This is a fact,

You never give up,

Fighting like a warrior.”


“No fear, no complaints,

no excuses, just a smile.

Maybe some tears,

Levels are hard to catch.

You know… I’m demolished and you held my hand.”


“And if anyone might say,

when they think of us,

that the one with the whip

is the one in charge,

Then they haven’t understood

not even a single thing.”


“So do not dare to be sorry.

Being at my height,

You’re the first one.”

Salvation and redemption

comes from surrender and throbbing trust.



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How to face your worst enemy. Face your beast.


When you let go, and free yourself from the burden on your shoulders, you can never expect what’s going to grow from that garden.

We’re fed with conventionalism, prejudices, some rules, culture, a judging society… and our worst enemy: ourselves.

Sometimes (not every life, not to everybody) happens to appear some element in your way, that breaks the chains of your inner animal and, maybe in that moment, you’re not able to realize. But slowly, it takes possession of you, like a warm, crawling liquid in your veins.
Suddenly, you find yourself saying things, taking decisions or positions that you would never have.

When you say or do something and immediately you think… “what was that”?

THERE. There is your intrinsic beast taking the reins. There it is, marking its territory, saying “wave goodbye and abandon. I’m here to make your life much intenser, sensorial, true and… worth living.”

I'm Mar. Head of The Bold Mom. Promoter and compulsive thinker.

Quick thought. Dynamite.

[[She was scared of her own demons, and never dared to ask for help. When she found it, it was an illusion. A desperate try to release the noise in her mind. Seeing what it’s not… and it should be. The truth tore up in a million stripes, and a nightmare of ropes, fierceness and bondage, grew in her veins. But nobody knew, nobody cared.

And during a thunderstorm, there he was, a complete lone rider, solitary wolf, out of control his own fierceness, not a place to rest, not a soul.

The collision was imminent. Throbbing. Explosive. Pure dynamite. You know, the obsession grows…]]

I'm Mar. Head of The Bold Mom. Promoter and compulsive thinker.

How to accept your nature. ANGELS, BEASTS, WOLVES AND LIONS


Angels, lions, wolves and beasts are natural born. But they also need to be fed, appreciated, fulfilled. They have strong needs to be taken, and tons of love to offer.

Some are extremely fragile, some are strong as an anchor. But don’t take anyone for granted, even more, when they’re not average.

Blessings are meant to be treasured, kept safe and protected.

Protect your little world, the less people you let in, the less toxicity you will suffer.

I'm Mar. Head of The Bold Mom. Promoter and compulsive thinker.