Sunday, November 17, 2019

Upside Down

Oh, what do I do?
Is the teacher the student?
Is the student the teacher?
Is my father my dad?
Oh, where do I go?
Is history the truth?
Is someone coming to save me?
I wrote about it, who will read it?
I woke up Sunday morning and thought it was Monday.
Am I on planet Earth?
Is the Earth flat?
Have I landed on the moon?
What a story, I spent my last dime serving the poor.
Oh, get off of the ledge, it’s Christmas time, Halloween is over.
I may need a stage to write this script but who will act it out?
Poor babies, bad weather, free lunch.
Oh, what a world...
If only science could heal me, give me one more day...
What would I pay to keep going?
What would I pay to keep her happy?
What would I pay to please everyone?
Oh, look at the mighty hand of government...
They’ve lost their way, the people can’t afford them and they can’t afford the people.
I better shut my mouth and be grateful, it’s just unusual, I guess...
It’s just upside down...
I better try and fix it...
Or maybe not...
I’ll just write about it instead.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

The Artist

ADHD could be described as an angel sent to earth to liberate or free his or her people. Many people suffer until they hear or see something that gives them hope. I didn’t understand what this meant until I became one of those people. It doesn’t take much to paint a picture of freedom, it may give someone with nothing left a reason to pickup something to ease the pain until the feelings are mutual. Let’s hope it’s a paint brush, a pencil, a pen or something to draw with. If it’s the mouth, warning, you may not like what you hear.

Saturday, November 9, 2019

The Last Option

I was lied to the whole time but a part of me wanted the lie to be true. I really wish some superhuman being was going to come and rescue me and my people from our stubborn state of thought. After I came to that conclusion, I realized the last option, I had sat and watched everything around me crumble so I gave the order to ignite the bomb to purge the world of our enemies. Surrounded, realizing that I tried to make peace, I convinced myself that I had done nothing wrong. I was left with no choice. It’s much quieter now, the biggest news of today was how we have to move forward with the cleanup and who’s going to pay for it. There goes my reelection.
The Last Option.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019


I was about 20 years in, I felt like I was on top of the world. Untouchable. After about the 10th year, I noticed that I was getting older. Never a big religious person, I often wondered why most older people spent most of their time searching for the fountain of youth or some form of inspiration. You may not care but I was robbed the other day, I thought someone would save me. Inspired, I later invented the ambulance truck and won the noble peace prize. I made that, I always told myself, looking back, always in the spotlight. I saved trillions of lives with my inventions, only to realize that I too must die. I made billions and often found myself feeling empty inside, something was missing. I just about read every book until I realized what fueled everything. I gave up looking for answers, I had to come to one conclusion: something or someone was and always has been guiding me. Pushing me, giving me strength. The current in electricity giving infinite power and generating more life. He was too great to see in my invention, he was there the entire time in my years of service when I almost died. He talked with me, he walked with me, he was inside of me and no man or woman could take that away. He keeps his promises. Blinded by his greatness, I could not see his face. When I thought it was over, my life had just begun.
It never ends, it’s infinite, it goes on and on. When you die you just go back to where you came from. The source.
The square root to -1.

Monday, October 21, 2019

Camera Wars

They may have been poor but if nothing else, they knew cameras. It started with a contest and lack of the right equipment. This state of mind could drive a cameraman insane. Determined, Craig turned to his crew, even with a full time job, they all took notice that they couldn’t afford the good cameras so they snapped. When people snap, ideas flow and people do desperate things. It was safe to say, they’re desires had slowly turned them into criminals.
“I say we rob the camera store,” Craig suggested to his crew.
“No, I think we should work our way up,” Marlee said, interrupting Craig before he continued on.
“I say we make a movie with our cell phones and make it with the best content we can find and use the earnings to buy the good stuff,” Marlee said as she continued adding her feminine input.
“There’s no way we can compete with the big dogs! No way! They’ve got everything: the money, the tools, and the man power,” Craig replied, gaining everyone’s full attention.
Craig had the most influence on the team and Marlee knew that so she played the wise owl. The next day when she noticed them in handcuffs for trying to steal cameras, she followed her first idea and turned something into nothing. She filmed a whole documentary about unfair practices in show business with her cell phone. She used her friend’s situation as weight for her point. She filmed everything and even got the camera store to not only drop the charges but to allow her to use their camera footage in her documentary. She titled her documentary: “Camera Wars.” Marlee took confidence in her idea and she made something out of nothing. She also turned less into more as she took notice of the attention that her documentary had gained, giving her the full attention of her crew. She took everything earned from her work and invested it into the cameras that they used to not be able to afford. After many failures they now had success and they learned that sometimes to get what we want in life, it’s better just to let others know the truth and then build off of the truth to change things for the better. Marlee’s vision gave everyone a voice and gave those with more the motivation to give back to those with less.
The End.

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Write it down

A word may come to you in your dreams...write it down.
Something may go wrong... write it down.
You may hear a song...write it down.
Think of a place or another world...write it down.
Use a pencil or a pen, if it bothers you enough, you can even try writing with your chin.
No matter the time of day, no matter what people say...
Write until your hands turn blue, every thought, every word, whatever you have inside of you...write it down.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

The Gun

While everyone was enjoying themselves, one little man was suffering. No one would listen to him, he was left alone most of the time, even after being a giver for the majority of his life. Why would he desire to take the best gift of all? Why would he decide to take life away? He went here and he went there, by God he went everywhere. No one would listen to him so he went to the only friend he had, he went to his gun. In this lesson we often learn that life is precious, especially for the giver. Don’t forget to say thank you and I appreciate your time. Don’t forget to say hello. Don’t forget to say Happy Birthday. Don’t forget to write around the holidays and most of all, don’t forget to say, I love you. The key is to mean it...This man’s heart was broken and he turned to the gun to heal it. Bad choice but one genuine friend could have prevented this.

In memory of those lives changed by guns. I wish there was a better way so I write to ease the pain.
The End.