Wednesday, March 21, 2018

The Ghetto

Okay, first let me figure out somethings.
A genius is suppose to be someone unique, in some pretty normal or odd circumstances.
That may just be my interpretation.
I woke up and realized that sometimes a normal situation can be just someone's interpretation of normal.
So in reality what may seem normal to me may not be normal to you.
Forgive some of my wording but I'm just typing to give you an idea of a "ghetto" interpretation.
The definition changes because the word has a harsh meaning but if you're reading this then I'm sure it got your attention. 
I guess I'll use myself; being raised in some rather unusual circumstances, I may see things that I can relate to that other people cannot.
I'll try my best to explain the situation.
I woke up on the street where I used to live when I was a kid.
Don't ask me how I ended up in my old room, but I did.
I decided to come back.
Running from reality, I asked my dad to stay at the house where I spent the majority of my youth.
My intentions were to take my retirement money and help him get things back in order.
Don't ask me why, but he kept the old place; that could explain why nothing worked the way it used to.
There was a rat about the size of my two fist hanging around, so I killed it, or him.
I think it was trying to be my friend, I don't know, it kept popping up in some odd situations.
Realizing that there was a dead rat in the house being consumed by ants, the word "proper" popped in my head.
Proper is a term that could mean something different to those who don't know what it means, especially when you see artist or volunteers spray painting ideas on other people's property.
To the doctor, none of what I'm seeing or experiencing is proper because a rat can spread disease and people shouldn't be painting other people's property.
To the scholar, that's not normal.
The reason why I say this is because to the painter, it may seem proper or normal.
If only my nose were unclogged, I might know what the smell is that's making me light headed.
I can only imagine what plant the people across the street are hiding. 
Kids can find some amazing toys in this neighborhood, she seems so happy jumping on that dirty mattress on the curb.
The water man must be painting the curb to mark his territory or it could be that someone just didn't pay the bill.
A teenager on the roof with a tarp and a wooden ladder laying on the spouting, it must be about to rain.
A firing range must be on the other street because someone let off a few rounds last night.
I wonder where all of the people went that used to live in this neighborhood, it used to be so filled with life. 
For some odd reason as a child the sun seemed to shine so bright in this neck of the woods.
I guess it was because I saw things from a different angle or was just too young to see things clearly.
Now the houses that once stood are all torn down.
The people don't seem happy at all, there's a big argument going on down the block.
I've just come to accept that by me coming back here, I'll never be taken seriously again, but I'm fine with that.
I've always considered myself mentally challenged for always willing to give others a helping hand,
Or maybe I just see things in people that they don't see in themselves.
The selection of music seems to be displayed in the oddest fashion because all I hear is bass and for some odd reason maybe just a few houses seem organized.
I guess the people who bettered themselves left, never to return again.
I guess the girl who got beat up on the corner some years back, cursed this place.
Looking out of the window, I remembered how this place used to look.
I remember flashes of the big dude and his gang waiting for me to come out of the house so they could finish me off.
I remembered telling my mom to tell them to go away because I had no more fight left in me, I could barely see out of my right eye.
I have a positive outlook on life though.
That maybe why I'm one of the few who came back to try and save this place.
I could give up at any time now.
I figured if I spent all I had and came back, others would get the point, that maybe why they fixed the pot holes in the street or it may just be because someone complained.
Realizing the lack of hope, I looked around at the dirty walls and remembered the day I left for the Navy, only to be injured trying to fight Captain Hook.
Like Peter Pan in Never Never Land, I came back for the lost boys, only to find that they all grew up and found a new home.
I missed the memo that some lost their life defending their territory when I left.
And some struck gold, never to return to the ghetto again.

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.♋∞