Featured Artist * NAM 

FancyJLondon ©2015 All Rights Reserved This is a bio feature representing artist and survivor Nam. This person chose to not reveal their identity for personal reasons.

  
 I go by the name of NAM, I am a 32 year old male who survived 20 years of abuse by an alcoholic, drug fiend family who physically and mentally assaulted me on daily basis for about two decades. 
One day I decided that I wanted a family. I married the wrong woman during college. She had planned to ride out my heart and my student loans, then leave me when college was finished. Yet, before receiving the divorce papers, she was already involved with another man. They pawned her $6000 ring, (I bought) for $175. bucks. 

After a hard lesson learned, I was left with forty-two dollars, my bicycle, and shell shocked. Going from abused, to a college/family man, to a graduate and then, to… divorced and homeless all in one felt swoop. 

  
Wandering, place to situations, blissful to nightmarish, real folks to sterile shelters, (if I got to them on time). I indulged the tempting, luscious, and the appalling this country offers for free, but before long I found myself a drug addict.
Ashamed, to be like my father, I panhandled, and in a couple of weeks afforded a hotel room, for only two days. Sobriety I did, Somehow, thankfully! Then found a job paying $7.59 an hour, still a job. One manager let me stay at his house until I got an apartment. I Lived there for three months, finally able to find my own place.

I paid him back in FULL plus some! What a Great Man!!!

Around 2 to 3 months after being hired, I was crossing the highway and, an SUV hit me … Going 50 m.p.h. (Yes, I had the right-a-way)! The driver was ticketed and I had a long harsh four years of standing back up. Physical therapy, pain clinics, needles, injections, and 5 surgeries within a year and a half of each other and 2 more recently, making it 7 in total only with more to come.

  
I live with chronic pain, (RSD) excessive damage in both my hips and shoulder. Lost my job, my health insurance, my home and, I’m permanently disabled. My blessings that come out of all my anguish and suffering are my loving fiancé and my wonderful, caring step-son, that has adopted me. They have stayed by my side through ALL! Two rarities arriving into my life during the struggles, surgeries, and the death of my abusive father.

I decided to pour all of my pain and suffering into something beautiful, ART! 

I create abstract colorful dark imagery with mystically alluring details. You can find my art on my website about.me/the_nam_nation for fair prices. 

Here are a few examples:

  
   
 

Feel free to follow me on twitter @the_nam_nation 

What I have acquired through all my devastating experiences has become priceless.

• Teaching me consistency and genuine unconditional love.

• Encouraging me to live life leaving all negativity in the past.

• Learning how to live in a normal environment.

• Proudly remaining drug free and humble through it all.

“I want to thank FancyJ London for featuring me she has really inspired me and I am grateful to have had a chance to know her. To my fiancé and step-son for all their love and support. To my friends, and all who have actively supported me on social media from around the world…I hope this inspires you.” -NAM 
 

About The Author: FancyJ London  

Producer, RecordingArtist, Singer, Songwriter, Model, Writer, Avid Blogger, Columnist, Owner of “Revista Fancy” Newsletter, Photographer, Fashion Designer/Illustrator, Artist/Cartoonist, Founder of CoreFancy, Corazul, and Walk with Me Nonprofit organization, Social Networking Butterfly, Traveler, and Gemini! 

“I believe we as artists must support our fellow talented wandering souls out there to reach the stars! The best success comes when you unite, not divide!” ~FancyJ

fancyjlondon@gmail.com

http://www.fancyjlondon.com

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I will Sing

FancyJLondon ©2015 (All Rights Reserved)  

What are you going to do when the sun goes away

What are you going to do when the sky turns gray

What are you going to do when your not feeling so strong

What are you going to do when the conditions are wrong

SING even if your off key

Sing in the shower, sing at the beach

Sing to the moon and birds in the trees

Sing to the radio, pump up the beat

Sing in the rain, sing in the storm

Sing until you make the world fall to your feet

SING out loud with me

I learned today happiness is found in me…so I’m going to SING

When the rain falls down…I won’t hide in my house

When the day is hard and unbearable…I won’t cry

When the conditions are wrong for sure…I’ll make them right

When the crowd starts a brawl I will stand my ground…not fight

When I feel like nothing will change…I will switch up the game

When my whole world comes crashing down… I will SING

SING even if your off key

Sing in the shower, sing at the beach

Sing to the moon and birds in the trees

Sing to the radio, pump up the beat

Sing in the rain, sing in the storm

Sing until you make the world fall to your feet

SING out loud with me

What are you going to do when the sun goes away

What are you going to do when the sky turns gray

What are you going to do when your not feeling so strong

What are you going to do when the conditions are wrong

What do you say when those who love you, love you just today

What do you think of the friend who is only there when everything’s good

What do you feel when the person you love, loves you with conditions

What do you do to show them all you have won……
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh……

SING baby, even if your off key

Sing in the shower, sing at the beach

Sing to the moon and birds in the trees

Sing to the radio, pump up that beat

Sing in the rain, sing in the storm

Sing until you make the world fall to your feet

Oooooh ooooooh ooooooooooh

Just SING out loud with me

Quarry’s Edge

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The view is beautiful as I stand on the edge


Looking straight not at the plunge of death


Blind I proceed into what I think is love


Not realizing I can’t take flight, like a small dove


His professions of love make me believe


As I plummet towards the rocks with my mistaken steps


He looks at me without emotion, as I fall into a forever black potion


For his love was never a notion.

FancyJ London ©2014

Here In My Chair

Written By: FancyJ London ©2013

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Not everything you touch turns to gold.

Not everything you catch, will you grasp hold.

The grass you see on the otherside isn’t green, brown or white,

It’s blue without oxygen, limpless without life,

The ballerina dances with beauty that can’t be beat,

weeping after the performance as she wipes the blood from her feet.

Take your just washed car out for a ride,

a big truck hits you on the right side.

A mother love’s her newborn Son,

knowing in the future he shall move on.

A daughter is her Daddy’s little girl,

then he leaves without a care in the world.

Even the most beautiful of flowers in all the fields will die.

Those who love you, seem to be the one’s who always lie.

A man will stray, and his woman will try.

A snake will kill, without thinking twice.

The picnic on the beach will bring you cheer,

then suddenly stinging bugs come out of nowhere.

You must be positive they say, when all your dreams are constantly taken away.

Turn on the T.V. to your favorite show,

abruptly interrupted by horrific news you don’t care to know.

A walk in the park with your love,

only to be shit on by a morning dove.

Pull up to your favorite restaurant to eat,

to find out they’re closed in the middle of the week.

You pull out the last cupcake and take a bite,

drop it and it’s insects and run for your life.

You meet a new friend and become the best,

only to find out they are just like the rest.

I like my green grass as I sit here, enjoying the crisp smell in the air.

To step on the Blue grass on the otherside, I wouldn’t dare.

I like it where I am, here in my chair.

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Tiny Buttons and Long Crimson Thread

Written By: FancyJLondon ©2013

Crimson Thread

A journey can never be predetermined,

Destiny can never be known before hand,

Birth is by chance and tiny miracles,

Death is unknown to those who want to live,

Life goes on for those who care to be gone,

and tiny buttons connected to long crimson thread,

were meant to intertwine for reasons unknown through time.

Meeting those who suffer, those who are rich,

those who care, and those who don’t,

those who judge, and those who have faith,

those who impress, and those who are distressed,

those who cry in the middle of the night, those who dance in the moonlight,

those who are near, those who are far,

those of envy, those without fear,

those who protect, those who abuse,

those who endlessly give and those who always lose,

those who whisper behind your back,

those who accept you JUST LIKE THAT!

Our threads cross and tangle with twists

for reasons we all care to dismiss,

yet all that time was well worth it,

teaching us all what we never wished to see,

so we can be the best part of WE!

Cherry Cordial

Written by: FancyJLondon
FancyJPoetry ©2013

Dreamy creamy cocoa,
dissolving slowly onto your
lips with your first decadent bite.

Glistening crimson sticky liquid,
leaks onto a palate of warm moistness.

Savory bursts of sweetness,
coating every inch of your teeth,
licking each one off,
as not to waste a single drop.

Reaching the center to much surprise,
a dark cherry cordial bursts from the inside.

Your mouth waters ever so delightfully, knowing full well, one just isn’t enough!

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Paper

 Written by: FancyJLondon

FancyJLyrics©2013

PAPER

You pull me out,

I feel bright and clean,

there is nothing that could, could damage me.

Then you carefully, set me down,

as not to tear me or rip my heart out,

You guard me carefully in a folder, marked LOVE.

As if I knew you would, care for me like you should, holding me in safeness,

I should’ve have known it was to good….

I should have known it was to good….

Coughing up the dust

I can’t seem to lift myself up.

The weight it holds me down,

and you, you are no where to be found.

As if I knew you would, care for me like you should, holding me in safeness,

I should’ve have known it was to good….

Then one day,

you came for me,

you opened me up and dusted me off

 you scratch me with black words

you tore my soul,

you crumpled me up,

like an old newspaper.

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As if I knew you would,

care for me like you should,

and hold me in safeness,

I should’ve have known,

I should’ve known,

 it was to good,      

it was to GOOD……to be.