Wednesday, August 8, 2018


If you're reading this then you've been searching.
A person can spend their entire life in search for something to live for.
Words are amazing because they have meaning and power.
Words can be motivating.
After a word is spoken it can give a person a reason to feel some form of positive energy, some form of life.
Death may come to everything on this earth but only hope can help us believe in eternal life.
Keep HOPE alive my friend, it may be the only thing left for some.
I chose this word today because I know it can fuel the soul.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

The Madhouse

They say a man is never truly in his right mind until he can comprehend peace.
The truth is that even when he is at peace, he is still trying to avoid war.
Then there's what they call: "The Madhouse."

It was a normal day that soon turned into a deadly one. Women with blond hair, some pink and red screaming bloody mary. It was scary, I somehow ended up in another dimension. It may sound fiction but they actually prescribed me some medicine because I acknowledged the madness. Homeless children running the streets, schools empty with adults in mental daycare. The normal was only a thought. The normal was only a vision. Digital images pulsing from above with women flashing from left to right. The normal was only in the imagination. Pills scattered in the streets, unreal sounds being pumped through the speakers. I myself became a victim with no stable life at home, no wife. She too had been consumed by the madness. It was evident that some type of force wanted me out of the picture. Torn by the subliminal messages it was evident that a new world of death and madness was alive and well. Noticing a familiar name on the radio, another name I knew, lost in the chaos. In the blink of an eye, people had become victims of their own fears. Women and men afraid to bond. Brothers and sisters plagued by their own unhappiness. In my own sorrow, I found the only weapon that would get me back in order. Noticing the light shining off of my ancient sword I read every word on the sharp blade. When I laid down to rest, I placed it by my bedside. I had come to understand that my sword was my only protection. With it, I refused to live in fear but would use it to kill the madness. Awaken by chaos, I began to swing, humbled by the truth, I refused to blend in. Slicing and dicing, I stood my ground. Exhausted from the war, I saw a way out. Dashing through the light, seeping through the door, I escaped to live another day. Watching as the madhouse burned to the ground, I stood there with my sword in my hand and was grateful to still be in my right mind. The homeless children followed me to safety and I began to teach them the way.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Laws and Rules of Greatness

When you feel great, great things happen.
Greatness can only come from greatness.
Once you become great, everyone around you will be great too.
Greatest, is another form of greater, it's a better way to be great.
Everything that's great must stay great to make more greatness.
Greatness is a great word that means great in a greater form.
Everyone is born great, but must practice greatness on a day to day basis to die great and be great in the afterlife.
When you wake up feeling great, the day will be great.
Stay focused on greatness, it will make others around you focus on greatness also.
Too much greatness can give people a reason to slack-off and lose touch with the miracle that's been shown right before their very eyes.
Greatness is the way, someone who builds a pyramid or a tall building can make greatness seem easy, these are the people that have mastered greatness, flock to them so that you too can be a part of something greater.
Don't get caught not feeling great or you'll lose some of your greatness.
Some people don't understand greatness because they lack greatness, it's up to you to rub your greatness on them to balance things out.
Two people can't be great at one time, some days one person may be greater than the other.
If you're not great when someone else is greater, work harder for a week and try again to be great, I guarantee that you'll feel greater and achieve greatness. 
A draw or tie score is a sign that there's a balance in greatness, this shows that people can be equal when attempting to win at greatness.
Even in war and strife, greatness can emerge, but the discussion of peace during the war, proves that even in war, people can still be great.
At mid day, if you don't feel great, take a nap and wake up, look in the mirror, and tell yourself that you're great.
Washing, working, confidence and singing are all forms of greatness.
When someone dies trying to reach greatness, keep their story alive, so others will understand what it takes to strive for greatness.
Greatness is good, when others don't understand greatness, it's up to someone great to teach them what greatness is.
You can lose greatness when you forget that you're born great.
Birth into a great world is enough evidence that everything is great.
When it can't be done, greatness shows that it can.
Does talking about greatness make you feel great?
Everything great—is great.
Anyone losing touch with their greatness, needs to be counseled back into greatness.
Greatness evolves with time and your heart must beat to the drums of a great beat.
Show people the way, emerge from the mountain with greatness on your mind.
Thou shall be great.
Thou shall feel great.
Practice greatness and you'll understand greatness.
Once you understand greatness, you'll feel and be great.
Greatness is good.
Greatness is great.

Thursday, June 28, 2018


I don't want sympathy for this piece, but I do want you to look before you decide to jump in. About a year ago, I had a very deep conversation with a woman, a Christian. Practicing the faith myself, I found myself surrounded with her circle of fellow Christian friends. She spoke to me about dopamine and how a friend explained to her that it was our connection to God. I want you to know that I've never used drugs, but I have attended church about twenty-five percent of my life so I could relate to what she had been talking about. I then met a friend who had been on drugs, I also had a chance to speak with children with practically nothing left but a dirty shoe. On my small journey to the age of thirty-six, I've come to realize what the word: “human” really means, especially after the conversation with the Christian woman. She was not a very well read person, but her way of thinking was humane, I could relate. A former drug dealer explained to me that crack and drugs affect the dopamine in the brain, he concluded by assuring me that this discovery is what changed the world. After the pictures of strung-out mothers, dead babies and rich drug dealers, I felt that I had had enough. I can admit that I did shed a tear. The dopamine in my brain or my connection to God, made me search for ways to keep people away from drugs. If what the woman said is true, then those who found the connection to God and are using it for their own gain, could be to blame for why so many lives are coming to an end at an earlier age than usual. Searching for the fountain of youth, I stumbled across something that if left in the wrong hands, could kill everything and everybody; overwhelmed by the possibilities of my findings, I left my discovery and walked away. Realizing that all of my work would never be discovered, I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and went to sleep. I somehow care, I'm human.  

Thursday, June 21, 2018

The Cult

In this message, I have to get you to understand the human mind. In many cases I've seen people search for a way out of this life. A better way to live. I've seen people search for answers, but the truth is that life can be a scary place once you lose your sense of comfort. The poor and rich often become enemies. These are two different states of thought. My friend, the truth is that some if not all of us are afraid to lose the gift of life. Some of us journey in search for a way out, only to find out that the path is the same dead end for everyone, no matter what path we choose. In that thought, we have the legendary story of the cult. The story begins with a boy child on a mission to find salvation, and while on his journey through the forest, he sees a village. In the village all of the people are dressed alike. From a distance, he sits and watches from a hanging tree branch. He becomes curious, for he is not happy with his own struggles in life. He then falls from the tree into the village and they welcome him in. He begins to attend services with the people in the village. After a certain amount of visits, he begins to act strange when he goes back home to his parents. He no longer follows the same customs that his mother and father taught him. The village is so peaceful that he runs away from home to his new safe-haven. His past life soon fades away, and in time, he becomes accustomed to the cult. In the cult, they hold hands and sing songs while working. A man is appointed a woman to marry and is entitled to a home. Everyone follows the laws of the prophets put in charge. There's no more news, no more television, only worship, work and fellowship with the other members.
Once the boy becomes a man, he begins to question his authority with the leaders of the cult. He begins to want to try new things. As he questions the cult leaders, they disciplined him with more work and point to the heavens for him to find his way.
"I see your future. You crave for your old uncertain life back. You crave to be like the world. I prophesy that you will be brought back to the light with the affliction of our Lord. True discipline is the only way for you to learn that those in the world do not act like the children of our Lord. His way is the only way," the Prophet explains to the boy child, who appears to be losing his way. From a distance you could see two men and a boy standing, two men pointing to the sky and one boy looking up at the sky.
"You fell from the sky into our village and we welcomed you. The prophecy has to be fulfilled, for it was written long before you arrived that you would lead us into the promised land," one of the prophets explains.
Braden, the boy that was soon to be a man replies, "I've lived in peace since I've been here, I want to go out and try something new."
The members then open up the gates and prepare him for his adventure back into the world. On his journey, Braden tries to find his real family that he ran away from years ago, only to discover that they were torn apart when he disappeared as a child. Seeing the world differently now, Braden starts to feel like an outcast. He dresses differently and his work ethic is not like the rest of the world. Walking into a restaurant, he cannot believe how things have changed. After two years of searching for his family, he gives up and goes back to the village.
"What have I done? What have I become?" He says to himself while tending the fields. His appointed wife starts rubbing his back while pointing with her other hand at the world burning on the outside of the village. All of the people in the cult begin to gather around Braden, and start to sing. The prophets then come out, one blowing the trumpet, while the other prophets speak words of encouragement to the members.
"Our time has come brothers and sisters. We've received word that the world outside of this village has burned to hell and we've been chosen to carry on the plans of our Lord. Let us open up the gates of the village and replenish the land," says one of the prophets.
The people then take to their horses and carriages, Braden's wife looks at him smiling, "You chose the right path Braden. Aren't you happy? Our way is the right way. Praise be to our Lord."
In the cult, there was no other way but the way of the prophets and the cult leaders. Realizing that the old world was no more, Braden had nowhere to run to and he had no control or freedom to find a way out. The prophets told him who to marry, when to work, and how to dress. One night Braden woke up and decided that he no longer wanted to be in the cult. He told the leaders that he wanted a change. He began to act out. He told his wife to wear short shorts and tight dresses tailored by him. Realizing that something was wrong, the leaders of the cult felt that he was possessed by evil spirits. They did everything they could to cast them out, but nothing worked. He began to sing crazy songs with the instruments. Braden also began to invent strange gadgets and talk about the future. This was very odd to the cult leaders so they whipped him and tied his hands to a cross while everyone watched him suffer. Braden screamed, but there was no one there to save him. When he passed out while dangling from the cross, they took him down and bathed him with fresh water.
"Have you learned your lesson? Master Braden," asked one of the cult caregivers.
"Yes, I submit to his will," Braden cried out.
The evil spirits are gone!" One of the cult leaders proclaimed as everyone cheered.
The next morning Braden woke up, never to test the prophets of the cult again. Hard discipline had put him back in his place and at the next worship meeting, all of the people watched him say, "Amen."
For it was written that a child would fall from the sky and lead the members of the cult into the new world. The child would grow and journey back through the underworld and brought back to the light while being whipped on a cross. This was the prophecy, this is what the cult members believed. This was the same dead end that left people at a cross roads trying to decipher between realism and delusions. What made the cult so powerful, is that they believed in something other than this world and the world didn't. This belief led them into salvation, this belief led them into the new world. It was the cult's way or no way and when everything was going wrong the cult was certain that their way would fix it. Their way was the only way.
The End.     

Monday, June 18, 2018

Original Sin

Some say beauty can be deceiving. They say it can invade the mind and take us to levels of exploration that often make us lose control of realizing the consequences of our actions. Old stories and fantasies, visions and lustful thoughts that entrap a person to do the unthinkable. So I write a story, a story about a girl with hazel eyes and a man whose eyes fooled him into actions that would cost him everything. Her name was Lauren, and she was the daughter of a carpenter. She often would go with her two sisters over her friend Kara's house. Kara's father had a sickness for girls. His sickness hid behind the walls of a broken home. Every night he would drown himself in the lust that he held inside. He would fantasize about women in the wee hours of the night, not wanting to let go of the images in his mind. When Kara's friends would sleep over, he would entertain them with unusual gestures. He was able to contain himself, until Lauren turned fifteen. Lauren had blossomed into something astoundingly beautiful. One look at her could put any man under a lustful spell. One night, Kara's father, Benjamin Smith Jefferson, came in late, he had just finished up a double shift at the mill. After a few drinks, Mr. Jefferson had a burning desire for love on his trip to the shower. In the heat of that desire, who else could blind a man with a tainted mind other than a half clothed girl also on her way to the bathroom.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry Mr. Jefferson, I didn't know you were in here," Lauren said when opening up the bathroom door while Kara's father was about to shower, "I'll wait."
Mr. Jefferson could not contain himself. Image after image of his fantasies trickled in his mind, over and over again, until the thought had to be fulfilled. He lost control, he was tempted, looking into her hazel eyes, Lauren took over his fickle mind.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to close the door," he said turning on the shower water, "I always watch you smiling at me and I want to share something with you, something that you'll never let go of." As Mr. Jefferson made his move, in a house filled with the opposite sex, even his daughter and wife; at first touch there was no turning back. Holding on to a young innocent girl, his wife entered the bathroom to entertain his thoughts and fell into her husband's original sin. Instant hurt filled her heart, mind, body and soul. Everything that she loved had spontaneously turned into hate. She then rushed to her room to grab Mr. Jefferson's gun. Hearing her daughter and friends screaming as they entered the light from the steaming bathroom had fueled her rage even more. She shoved them to the side and began to shoot. She killed her husband that night at point blank range; she killed the father of her only child. Original sin caused Kara's mother to kill her father without a second thought. One touch turned thoughts into action. The young teenage girls had just witnessed a tragedy and that was it, a fun filled sleep over went from planing the next one to a night with flashing lights and sirens.
After this life changing moment, Lauren would never forgive herself. In all of her beauty, Lauren blamed herself for everything that had occurred that night. Every young teenage boy who tried to be with her could never heal her heart or undo what had been done on the night of June 13, 1997. Crying herself to sleep, trembling at the sound of her father washing up, she began to cut herself. Her mother rushed to the room in the midst of her screaming.
"Why have I been cursed with beauty? Why am I here to live like this? No one loves me Ma." She said, falling to the floor in her mother's arms. Rubbing her hands through her wool curly hair, her mother tried her best to calm her down.
"Lauren, the only thing I can tell you to do is what my mother told me to do when I faced a problem. She told me to write it down. Write away your problems Lauren." Lauren's mother said, holding her shaking daughter. 
After years of trying to overcome, the only thing that kept Lauren alive was a pen and a pad. After years of struggling with the past, she had written everything down. With the okay from everyone involved on the night of June 13, 1997, she published her first book about her life. She chose the title: "Original Sin." Lauren turned nothing into something. Her work saved the lives of so many men and women who battle with original sin. Everyone affected that night used a terrible event and turned it into something good and after her time in prison, Kara's mom spoke life into an audience that had also struggled with climbing out of the pit of lust. Sometimes the only way to overcome guilt is to overcome it with something good.
The End.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Write your woes away

Even if you don't know the rules of writing, write.
Even if people call you stupid, write.
When you're down and out, broke or lost, write.
When you're alone, write.
In the midst of failure and success, write.
If someone makes fun of you or embarrasses you, write.
At the end of your journey, when you’re life is done, you'll notice that you got better and better over time.
Once you've reviewed and edited all of your woes, you'll notice a different story in every writing.
 A story that you told, and a book for someone else to read.