Monday, March 19, 2018

And God said let there be Work

And when God saw man working, he said that it was good.
After the 8th hour he noticed that the man became tired so he created the 30 minute break and it too was good.
Then the lord saw that the woman needed work also so he gave her something to do and as she began to work she began to complain, so the lord gave her a 30 minute break as well and it was good also.
The lord then saw that man needed a reward for his work so he created money and once he gave the man money he was pleased and he and the woman began to spend the money together and it to was good. On the seventh day when the lord rested he saw it fit to give the man and his woman a vacation and that to was good. It was all good.
They began to make babies on the vacation and when they were born the lord instructed the man to put them to work also. Once the children began to work the lord saw a need for the now old woman and man to retire and get ready to meet him and after this last testament everything that the Lord created was good. All good.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

The Human Principal

No matter what, the more pleasure you seek, eventually it will amount to pain.
And the more pain you seek, eventually it will amount to death.
To comprehend nature, one must understand balance.
Balance is a steady pace; in the wake of to much consumption, nature will eventually fight back.
When this process unfolds, everything else becomes irrelevant.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

The Dictator, the Con Man & the Peacemaker

The Dictator:
Everything that I say is right and no matter what you say I'm still right. If you say something against what I say then I'll either kill you or fire you.

The Con Man:
Give me three thousand for the piece of trash that I bought at an auction and even if the car doesn't work, I'll give you the runaround until I come up with another con game to get your money.

The Peacemaker:
Everything will be okay, God will handle it. Everything happens for a reason. The money will fall from the sky tomorrow and we'll all be happy. She borrowed $1,500 of my money and is taking half naked pictures of herself on, it looks like she has no intentions of paying me back but everything will turn out fine you just wait and see. I still love everyone. It's a good day isn't it. The good lord has a plan. Let's join hands and sing.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

All I want to do is type

Oh the woes of the world.
Give me a computer, a typewriter, a pencil, or a pen and a pad. I don't want much, I'll just type or write my way to happiness.
I don't need women or a lavish lifestyle, all I want to do is type.
Forgive me for not fitting in with the laws of the land and the ways of man.
Forgive me for getting in the way of the schemes to take over the world.
I don’t care about getting sweaty and throwing balls around.
As a newborn, all I needed was a good story to settle me down.
Sweetheart, I don't want to spend money on you that I don't have.
I don't want to get on my knees and ask for your hand in marriage.
I'm sorry, but all I want to do is type.

Friday, March 9, 2018

American Women

I picked up my mom today from work and for some odd reason she was in a good mood.
As a child she would often drink her problems away but that time has passed.
In my service to the country, I saw pictures of women dressed as nurses aiding men and comforting each other.
Like every man, I often fantasize about being some woman's inspiration but don't worry a smile is enough to keep me going.  
Although I may die a single man because I failed at marriage, I have no hard feelings when I see American women smile.
Often left alone to care for their children.
Often criticized because of what they can and cannot do.
Not all women are bad, I guess, but there is something special about an American woman.
In her eyes are dreams, even when daddy is not around.
In her soul is courage to comfort and care.
Although most of her lessons are learned in the end, she never gives up on what she wants in life. 
In my younger years, my sister's friend threw a block for me while playing tackle football. She laid a boy out so that I could score a touchdown. 
She's able.
In his own repentance, my dad has been humbled by the fact that my mother still cares for him even after so many trials in our life.
He once pulled me to the side in the heat of an argument with an old lady friend and told me the hidden strength that a woman has.
As I pass through this life, in all of my sorrows and lonely nights, I can never say that a smile from an American woman has not made me stronger.
Like every woman, especially American, at the end of the day, all they want to do is be happy in this life.
This piece is only made to inspire.
For some odd reason when I saw my mother smile today, some angel from above softened my heart, I wish these moments could last forever.
I think I'll go watch reruns of Oprah now.
Thanks for reading.
Inspiring words are all I have left to give ladies. ☺

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

The Man who Invented Heaven & Hell ♋∞

"Jenny, what are you doing? Stop it!" Victor said, vehemently yanking his daughter away from her sister.
At that moment, it hit him. Bad people had to face the consequences of their actions so he spanked his daughter, urban folks called it "whipping" because it reminded them of slavery. To Victor, there had to be a place where people burned for their behavior on earth. In a state of constant thought, he felt that if they didn't face the consequences here, then they had to face some punishment in the after life. He was not a religious man but studied often. To test his theory, he started stealing and doing everything that his wife had preached him not to do in her beloved bible. Victor had been playing with fire and would soon find himself on the ledge of the building where he lived. While standing on the ledge, looking down, he noticed that the people that he had hurt were there to talk him out of trying to take his own life. They were encouraging.
"This must be what it feels like when you have so much bad weight on you that you constantly feel like your mind is burning," he kept repeating to himself, while standing on the ledge of his seventh floor apartment. Karma had caught up to him, so he discovered a way to undo the hell that he had created from his bad behavior. He started doing good to undo his bad will. In the process, he became wiser and did twice as good as he had done bad. He also started having a constant flow of positive thoughts. After spending his entire life playing with fire and ice, he wrote his philosophy down and published his very own book. Victor's reasoning of the afterlife stood in the middle of basic human actions. He stated that if a human being were to stay in one spot and do nothing, they would eventually attract some form of energy or become so neutral that they would become nothing on earth and die. His focus was on how the mind and body had to stay in motion, moving was the only way to keep the cycle going. He also wrote about training and how if one did not move they would eventually become like a tree, stupid and dumb to other humans. Over the course of Victor's work, he spoke a lot about fire and ice. His hypothesis that hell was equal to too much negative energy and heaven was equal to too much positive energy—wowed other philosophers and theologians. His basic concept that the human mind was built to stay in the middle could not be challenged. What won him an audience was his logical theory that everything that we do on this planet can only come from two forces that will eventually try to keep us in the center of life's eternal equation. In his final book titled: "The Man who Invented Heaven & Hell," Victor took readers into two worlds made of fire and ice. He elaborated on how one cannot survive by being totally present with fire or totally present with ice. His basis was focused on staying in the middle, he stated that if you did not stay in the middle, eventually you would become too loved or too hated and human nature would try to pull you in either direction. Although he could never show people heaven or hell, he believed that on our quest to be born into this world, we beat out the competition to get back into the middle, racing with our own bloodline. Victor felt that the rotation of life was never ending. He concluded by stating that we were just energy flowing constantly between two hot and cold elements, and the process never ends. His last chapter focused on the genetic makeup of human intellect. It talked about how our genetic makeup is ultimately a design from God to keep things balanced with an unlimited supply of creativity from his branches of DNA. Each genetic branch is given a chance to live in the center of the ultimate eternal cycle.♋∞

Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Wild Wild West

A typewriter fell in my lap, bye God, it's a computer.
I could’ve sworn it was a typewriter just yesterday.
Laptops, Googles, Ipads, and Galaxies.
Flying liberals fighting at a drugstore, everyone duck-duck-goose, she's got a gun.
Conservatives eating with Russians.
Indians and cowboys, blacks and whites, bullets flying everywhere.
Tweets and eagles fighting in a white house.
Black Panthers fighting with African hippos, oh my, Mickey and Minnie too.
Naked women in 3D.
Is that guy a Mexican Jew?
Gays and Lesbians jumping through rainbows, midgets dancing in the street, somebody check the safe.
Muslims and Christians behind bars with tattoo artist screaming rape.
Smoke at a weed factory. Who knew?
Women with red hair and pink pajama paints too.
Jumping Jezebels on  public radio.
Jesus on B.E.T and in the Rolling Stones.
Lawsuits all over a poem and a poet with a broken pencil on the kitchen table.
The bank in the safe, the safe in the bank, no reserves for the robber, he's shooting blanks.
Teens on drugs and pervy neighbors peeking through little Suzie's window.
Guns in school, Guns in church, Guns in bed, Guns and roses.
Presidents with golf balls dancing in their heads.
A mixture, a reservation, sober people escorting drunks.
Ships in port, passing out condoms to spies.
Oh boy, what a Jubilee.
What's on the next channel, I hope I don't go blind.
I just remembered, did you pay my fine?
Drug infested stars, children speaking adult language.
Boxing matches in old churches.
Little furry dogs with headbands on.
Chickens running loose at the zoo.
Tigers in Vegas, bye George, there's hookers too.
Buses, and sleighs filled with starving children on black Friday.
A king drinking at a dirty fountain.
Presidents dead in the streets, doctors wearing white sheets.
Working nine to five in the land of the free.
Rappers, Barbies, Dick and Jane.
Anonymous, does anyone know my name.
Divas, peasants, and common people, jay walking on busy streets.
Ashes in irons and old folk tied to hospital beds made with high tech remotes.
Houses on the open market some of them sold.
Sports players, some of them bold.
Smile for the camera, are you talking to yourself?
Is that you on the tube, cleaning up blood in the snow?
Is that you on the tube, punching that girl like dough?
Can anyone comprehend?
Lawyers with empty stomachs, judges with wooden teeth.
I think I've lost my marbles, maybe I should head east.
Wigs and cotton, sea to shinning sea.
Breakfast in bed on the last day of the week.
There's something about the wildness that makes me assume everything is free.
Buy; sell; solicitors on the phone.
I walk outside but no one's home.
Wall Street with a corner store. 
Maybe my medicine will keep me sane.
Oh boy, I forgot my name.
The woman's hockey team beat Canada.
The paperboy dropped out of school.
A nun trying to hold on to the golden rule.
Different people everywhere, I must be lost.
How much does that penny cost?
I then wake up from my dream getting arrested by the cops.
They take me in and explain my rights.
I've woke up in the West, the Wild Wild West, butt-naked flying a kite.
Two professors dressed like hippies pass me a test.
"What a nasty world we live in," she has tattooed on her chest.
I'll try and do my best, wait, on second thought, maybe I should rest.
I promise I won't ask the fast-food girl for anything fresh.
Wake me up when it's over.
I've lost my mind.
Hold up, I think I'll be fine.
Crazy, no, try wild.
Hey, get that camera out of here!