Saturday, November 18, 2017

Tender Jones AKA the Underdog

"Johnny, good God, would you get me a fight!" Jones said in frustration.
"But Jones, you've lost every fight, no one wants to fight a loser," Louie explained as Johnny left the room in disgust after trying to convince Jones to retire.
"Damn it Louie, but I feel like a winner, now find somebody for me to punish! You hear? I feel like a winner. Get me a fight! I feel like punishing somebody, I'll fight anybody!," Jones replied with certainty.
Louie went out and set up a fight with him and Big Hands Collins. Big Hands was looking for an easy fight to get ready to defend his title. Assuming it would be a walk in the park, he even put his belt on the line. He tried to be as nice as possible but Tender Jones wasn't having it. He had all of a sudden felt like a winner one morning and he was ready to fight his own mother to get some reps if he had too.
"I'm going to bust your face until the print on my gloves are on your skull, do you hear me boy," Tender Jones said to Big Hands in their one-on-one interview. When Big Hands spit in Tender Jones face, it was on.The fight was set.
Feeling the heat of the fight, Tender Jones had took Big Hands into the unexpected twelfth round and a lot of people who bet against Jones, had been shaking in their boots and double checking their bank accounts. In the last five seconds of the fight, Tender Jones hit Big Hands with the hardest uppercut known to man. Big Hands was down and from the looks of it, he wasn't getting up. Tender Jones had just won the biggest upset of his little career and stunned the boxing world.
Terry the announcer, like everyone, was stunned, you could hear a pin drop, the arena was so silent, Terry then jumped into the ring to get a word from Jones,
"How do you feel about your upset, Jones?"
"I told the world I was ready to punish somebody and that's what I did. Everybody thought it was over but when you wake up feeling like a winner everyday, even with no wins, as long as there is a body on the ticket, somebody is going down. Now I want you to look at me. Take a look at the one they called the underdog. Look at my critics' faces. They look sick, look at them! Somebody call the doctor," Jones explained holding his new title.
"Tell us how you did it, Jones. Everybody in the sports world had you marked off the moment you stepped in the ring. You have never won a fight in your career. How did you manage to convince the champ to fight you? How did you pull this off?" Terry asked.
"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, Terry, it's the size of the fight in the dog. Sometimes you can get used to losing and it can be rough because no one want's to be around a loser. But when you wake up feeling like a champ you just need someone to fight and I thank the champ for taking me as a joke. This is what this sport is about. It's about being down and out but finding a way to make things happen and that's what I did. I shocked the world by beating a big ugly bear that counted me out," the new champ explained as he turned his back to the camera and walked out with all of Big Hands ringside girls.
After the talk, Terry, being 70 years old, felt like a winner himself so he faced the camera to send a message home to his wife, "Unbelievable, the world now has a new champ that is 1 and 50. Gina, I'm an old man but I'm coming  home and taking you out tonight. Let's make another baby, cuz I feel like a winner. By God, I feel like an underdog."
The End.

In Cashtown

In the midst of a cold somber night, the poor stood waiting for their free meal at the shelter. In Cashtown, the poor had ethics similar to the rich, except theirs' came with little strings attached. A poor man's art dwells in simplicity, because with little, one can achieve a lot. Standing in a group to stay warm was protocol for a group of nobodies with nothing left in Cashtown. The figure of the moon stood tall in the sky at night, while the smell of green peppers invaded the nostrils of those homeless by the pizza shop. When you're poor and hungry, anything taste good, and hunger can drive a person to do some hostile things for a meal.
Poor able citizens like: Jimmy, Peter, Jermaine and Greg, had all been hired to kill some powerful people, but ended up back in the system. Suzie, Barb, Alisha and Jada, found themselves linked-up in a human trafficking ring that involved mass prostitution. The need for someone to be sent to free these lost poor souls was evident, because human dignity had reached an all time low in Cashtown. Even in scripture the beloved Christ looked out for the poor, but these situations were different. When I say different, if you didn't have anything to offer in Cashtown, then you were left in an alley to rot and starve. Marvin, the caretaker of most of the poor, had to show the children of Cashtown how to slay and burn rats if they wanted to eat. If you want to see the full picture of how the town worked, then you have to understand the ways of each class of people in Cashtown. The rich used the people in the middle, and the poor got what was left over: dirt, pesticides, food infested with bacteria, and even human feces; the list of leftovers can go on-and-on. The fear of being left with nothing is what haunted those at the top in Cashtown. This fear was evident in the struggling citizens, who had been hanging on to their last meal. No one wants to be thrown to the wolves, but in Cashtown it was evident that the well of cash had run dry. Reports of police hearing gunshots in the middle of the night and the paramedic job that became just as tiresome, was the lasting legacy of a city destined for failure. This violence stemmed from the roots of sloth and the lack of wealth to establish better resources to aid those in need. A town named after something that had become so inflated with interest but was now scarce: "Cash."
Even a bum can look good with money, but education becomes evident when he or she is in higher demand. The language and dialect of a child creates the sound of those he or she idolized growing up, but that alone won't protect them from a bully searching for a punching bag. Why should you feel sorry for someone who has nothing? Why should you give such thought to a crippled child or a blind man? What are the details of a story in a city that once had tall buildings with homeless people running through the streets? What does this tell you about the state of human empathy when it comes to maintaining their own kind? Women selling their bodies to feed their children, whom, were raised with no love from anyone. One night of love left their mother to fend for herself. Skeletal remains of human bones lacking food to feed their flesh. Millions of crying babies in need of care. This is what drove the atheist to his state of thought. This is what drove humanitarian aid workers to their breaking point. Men having to reach deep into themselves to see what really fueled their souls.
Does it matter to invest in flying cars when no one has the cash to pay? Does it matter to pay for education when no one has the cash to buy the books? The evidence and details of what caused such an array of social behavior can be found at the starting point, reflecting on what drove such people to make such foul choices. The details are encoded in those choices, yet some people are left with no choice but to give-in to circumstance. In Cashtown, once the cash dried up, the real nature of it's citizens became evident. The science is clear and concise: "Cash," is what kept the ship afloat.  Many are afraid to go back to what's left of a town named after green paper filled with pestilence and disease. Many are afraid to comprehend the carnal nature of those once fueled by capitalism; capitalism, mixed in the tears of a naturally organized social breed of citizens. Fumes from rocket ships that led the people into their peak of knowledge are all that's leftover, emblazoned in a field of crosses of the brave citizens that once roamed the streets of Cashtown.
Cashtown is now fenced off with toxic fumes and nuclear waste surrounding it. "How did such people end up like this?," was the number-one question on the minds of those who went back to do research, never to be seen again. Their bodies now lie beside the burned bodies of victims in the oil fields of Cashtown. In Cashtown, life was only good when you had cash, everything else was feelings and emotions that you couldn't afford. In Cashtown, social behavior was a waste of time; time, that you would eventually pay for in the end, wishing you had back. If nothing more, Cashtown should remind you that nothing in life is free, and everything comes at a price. Beware when you enter the blocked-off city gates of Cashtown; it may cost you your life, and don't walk the streets alone.  Although the city is now abandoned and infested with animals filled with radiation and pesticides, the smell of cash is still in the air. Those who don't know will be innocent victims and be a reason for others not to enter.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017


Is that man suppose to be standing on the ledge of that tall building?
I wonder if he knows that if he falls the gravity will kill him...
Woman and man.
Chicken and egg.
Dolphin and water.
Boy and girl.
Hmmm...if one does not acknowledge the other, who will populate the earth?
The book just sits on the shelf; the writer is broke, for no one will read his thoughts.
I wonder how this will alter the course of time.
Are muscles made to get stronger?
Is air made to breathe?
I go to the medicine cabinet to take my medicine; I've lost my mind.
In the process I hear two men on the radio arguing about a player that missed the winning shot.
People cheer when the ball goes in the hole, but they get upset when the ball doesn't.
Mustard and ketchup,
Burger and bun.
That's normal, at least to the majority of people.
Realizing that I've lost my mind, I look out the window and notice that the man didn't jump.
He got everyone all revved up, while the fire department talked him down.
I have a choice.
His girlfriend is in my apartment, I finally get it.
Only I can fix this broken record.
I almost killed a man.
I stop the conversation and tell her to go home.
When she leaves, I decide to sleep on the floor.
How simple was that?
Pondering the look on her face, I hope I didn't let her down.
She must think I'm different.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


He started off strong and made many friends on his way to the top.
He was very ambitious in the beginning and full of spunk.
After shattering every record, there seemed to be nothing left to accomplish so he got married and settled down.
He soon escaped from his bad marriage and moved away to clear his mind.
Feeling the woes of aging he sat on the edge of his bed, he then decided to lay down.
He decided to rest.
For there was nothing left to do.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Who will volunteer?

Down to the last dollar.
Down and out.
Smart, yet intellectually broke.
Never afraid to love but often left alone.
Left with little but in the heat of the battle I see one hand rise from the crowd.
I'll go, Sir, I'll go.

Saturday, November 11, 2017


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Sunday, November 5, 2017

The Good News of Marlin Apple and the League of Writers

"Mr. Apple, you've been staring at that typewriter for days. What do you desire to write about?," Mrs. Jefferson asked.
"I want to write about a garden. I want to write about a place that makes sense," Marlin replied.
Mrs. Jefferson placed one of her apples on his desk that had been given to her by a student.
"Take your mind Marlin and put it in this apple. This apple was made by something. A force that your mind cannot comprehend. Take notice of this force and I want you to except it as it is. Do you see the apple's defense system. It has a protective layer and it hides the seeds in the core so it can keep growing for you to eat. Writing, Marlin, is a force that you must use to feed human thought so their minds can have something to hold onto in this life. The apple grows from a tree and when you partake from that tree you are given nutrients and energy. Once you learn how the tree grows you are given knowledge. This is a process, Marlin, that we all must use wisely. Do not be afraid," Mrs. Jefferson explained.
Marlin wakes up in front of his typewriter. He finds himself in the Kongo of Africa trapped in an old library in the middle of a war zone. All he can hear is typing and explosions from outside.
"Hello, does anyone know where I can get more paper from? I need more paper," He says, noticing a small arm and hand passing him paper over his shoulder.
All he hears in response is, "Shhhhhhhhhhh. Less talking, more typing. We must save the people with our thoughts," a voice says from behind a case of books.
Marlin then relates to his dream. He begins to write about a garden and an apple that if eaten could save the world. As he begins to type, the typing around him stops.
"Someone has a good thought. I can feel it. Someone has a message of wisdom and knowledge that could save the world. Let us read it. Let us encourage him to keep writing," another voice says while slowly walking from a far corner of the small library.
"I want to translate it," another voice says while the whole league of writers began to gather around Marlin.
There was another writer, she was small and handicap and could not walk, her name was Cindy.
"I understand," she said, comprehending the words on the paper, the words were so strong that she began to walk.
Teresa, another writer in the league, she had lost her hearing in a war zone in Bosnia, but had been so moved by the words that she began to hear.
Craig, a writer from America, he had been a victim of domestic violence and lost his sight when his father splashed bleach in his face. He did most of his reading from a braille book.
"I can see Marlin, I can see," He shouted.
"Shhhhhhhhhh. Let him finish." A small voice said, calming him down.
Writing himself to peace, finishing up, Marlin sat with the league of writers around him, there was paper and ink everywhere.
"It is good," he explained.
The reporter of the group, Stacey, collected his pages and began to edit. She bound each page together in the form of a book. Marlin noticed that the noise from the war had stopped. Everyone stood around skimming through the pages of their writings while the sun emerged from the clouds peeking through the windows of the library.
"This is a good story. Marlin Apple, we finally have some good news to report," Stacey said with enthusiasm.
The League of Writers then got a hold of every media source that they could to spread the good news.
With good news the world was all good, and everything good, gives good vibes and good life. With everything good, the possibilities were endless and the thoughts were full of life.
In this, the League of Writers kept the good news flowing, making everything around them good and full of life. The secret weapon could not be found in war but in the power to create good news and good thoughts.
Carry-on and keep writing Mr. Apple, the world needs more writers like you.
The End.

Friday, November 3, 2017

The Unlawful Politician of Cranberry Village

The village was called: Cranberry; Cranberry Village, and it was known for it's witchcraft. When the village people noticed other villagers walking into sick-call and coming out even sicker, speculation soon became a daily part of the village culture. When one of the members of the board, Willie Stevens, had been deep in sin and caught an unclean disease, he was left with no choice but to go into sick-call. One of the witches called it for what it was, an unlawful act that led to disease, and she knew he had to be quarantined. When she tried to expose what Mr. Stevens had been doing to the rest of the public, like any corrupted politician, Willie shunned the witches and got to the village people first.
"Dear brothers and sisters of Cranberry, it has come to my attention that witchcraft is what's making the village people sick. I've got a petition here--a petition to have every last one of them burned at the stake by sunrise," Willie declared.
Willie had now gotten the village people all revved-up. Knowing that they would believe him over the witches and realizing that no one was being cured, the towns people then tied up all of the witches and watched them burn at the stake. The next day Willie's disease had spread all over his body and had also infected all of the people in the village. With no medicine or further treatment, everyone in the little village ended up dead in a matter of weeks.
If one corrupted politician had been righteous and admitted his failures, this could have been prevented. In all of the madness, all that had been left over was a crate of medicine and a small book that one of the witch doctors carried to keep records. The fatal plague soon spread to other surrounding villages, but with no science left to find a cure or treatment, most of the people turned to the priests and other religious clergymen for help. One village priest passed out jars of alcohol and old booze and told the masses of people to mix it with water that he had sanctified and made holy. Realizing that nothing was working, little Edith, one of the village's young virgins, had somehow become immune to the fatal disease. In desperation, the village priest and the people took to her as being the pure saint sent from God to heal them, they then took specimens of her blood and began to mix it with theirs. Having no knowledge about human physiology and little education, masses of village people soon realized that it would only work for some of the victims. With little Edith and only a tenth of the victims alive, the remaining villagers got together and proclaimed Edith as their queen. They then burned the bodies of the dead, and began to build temples with the virgin, Queen Edith, as the center piece. Two thousand years after this terrible travesty, the lost book of records recorded by the witches was found by archeologist whom all hailed it as the lost text of the holy scriptures. Using the techniques in the lost book, the new age of thinkers revered it and found it useful in their practice of purity and lawful ways, never knowing it to be a product of witchcraft.
A practical thinker will read this story and understand that there are mechanics of knowledge. A conclusive thinker may see it as it is--realizing the cause and effects. But in each case, whether good or bad, without science, there would be something missing in the recipe of certainty when evaluating the facts. The only thing certain is that one event led to the construction of assumptions rooted from corruption. Leaving present thought to be shaped by one corrupt act of foul play, with only the story teller knowing the truth and the individuals in the story being the victims of a lie. This chain of events all occurred because of one unlawful political act.
The End.   

Monday, October 30, 2017

Does it matter?

Today I can conquer the world and tomorrow I'll be dead.
Does it matter?
I can have all of the women and have children by each, but just like my life--their life too must come to an end.
Does it matter?
I can build buildings that can reach the heavens but they also will wither away and be torn down.
Does it matter?
I could play for every professional sports team and break every record and even be crowned a champion but I too must grow old.
Does it matter?
Why live this life?
Why are we here?
Is a mountain meant to be climbed?
Is a child meant to learn?
Is man meant to fly?
Does it matter?
I could be the perfect man and commit no sin and be executed and be remembered throughout the ages, "for what?," I ask.
Does it matter?
Yes, she loves me, but when the going gets tough she is no where in sight, only for another girl to step in. All of the courting, gossip, and romance for what?
Does it even matter?
I could read every book and be the smartest man alive and still not know how to make my bed.
I could jump from a building and live but still have broken bones.
I could even be rich and famous and still not have a true friend in the world and have it all taken away in a matter of seconds.
Does it matter?
Generations have come and gone.
Men have bled and died over a land flowing with milk and honey.
Pyramids have been built and left deserted.
People have claimed to have died and come back to life only to die again.
In all that has been done; in all that has been said; throughout all whom have walked this earth to build a kingdom for it only to be overcome and overrun by another civilization.
My final thought in all of the work is: Does it matter?

Saturday, October 28, 2017

A Scary Story

It was a cold and windy night and I got invited out to film a small get-together. Little did I know, there was a sexual harassment case brewing in the air. Stepping in the hall, ready to work and film, I felt so relaxed by the soothing sounds of music; then that's when it happened. The chocolate beast got ahold of my mind. The chocolate beast got ahold of my thoughts and like cheese to a rat, I was drawn to her at first sight. Oooooooooh it was scary. My mind got entrapped, and everything I knew that was right and good had somehow disappeared. I touched her, and when I did, the chocolate beast came bursting through the hall window and ripped me apart, while everyone else stood and watched. Getting eatened alive, I fell to the ground screaming and no one helped, my wallet then fell to the floor and they all took their share of my hard earned cash. My flesh was splattered all over the hall, for the chocolate beast had consumed me. I had been trampled-on and fooled. As everyone continued on, the chocolate beast dragged what was left of me out of the hall, with one eyeball still gleaming with sight, I saw her wink at me. She too got a split of my earnings. Seeing her in that spell-bounding outfit was my last and final thought, playing over and over again in eternal damnation. What a scary, scary story.
The End.

Friday, October 27, 2017

The Con Game

It was a hot day and my friend Teddy and I noticed that our neighbor Fred was up to his old self again, he had his youngest daughter out in the front yard selling lemonade. Fred was always trying to make an extra buck. Everyday he had been selling something. When they came out with the soft drink, Fred countered with sugar water. When they came out with faucet water, Fred countered with bottled water. At first we thought he was crazy until we noticed the amount of people over his house everyday. The guy had an amazing operation going on, it's like he knew how to convince people that they needed everything he had. He even had a farm and a forest in his backyard and put all of the food marts out of business. Just the other day we noticed a space station that he had in the works a mile down the road. The guy had it going on. He took everything that people needed and put a price tag on it. Lord only knows what he had his oldest daughter doing for a buck.
"Hey Fred, do people really need all of that stuff you sell?" I asked.
Fred replied, "No, but I'm only selling it because nobody gave me a dime when I was broke. I'm conning them like they conned me. Now that will be twelve dollars for our conversation."
After paying him for our conversation, Teddy decided to open up a bank and I decided to open up a law office. I painted my house white and gave myself a fancy name, I called myself "the President." I made my buck by taxing people and Teddy made his by giving them loans to buy from Fred.
The End.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

The God Particle

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Just because you were not made to see it, doesn't mean that it's not there. It's hiding in the darkness between the stars. The wind does not blow by chance and the light does not shine because of grace. You are just a spec of a universal operation. The movement sits in the temple of your imagination. You shine too:-)

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The Mountain Top

If you pay close attention to the concept of climbing a mountain, you will notice that the process takes time. At first it seems impossible, it seems impossible until it's done. That may be why you only see one plus symbol at the top of the example. Few make it to the peak, I'm with you, let's keep trying to reach the top. From far away you will notice how easy the equation may seem:-)

Monday, October 23, 2017

Peace & Quiet


Saturday, October 21, 2017


She wants to fly...
She then goes into a building and listens to a message that tells her that flying is evil.
Later that day, she becomes afraid of learning how to fly.
What would happen if she believed what she heard?
What would happen if she learned how to fly?
The question is not what she learned, but whom will she learn to listen to?
She then watches a plane crash and burn. Everyone on board is dead.
She feels as though she lucked up, but what if she were the pilot who learned how to fly and saved the people on the plane?
Is the fact that she watched and lived, supernatural?
Is the fact that she watched, evil?
Or is the ability to learn how to fly the plane, good?
Humm...superstition got her again.
She may have missed her calling.

Friday, October 20, 2017


This piece is dedicated to the special children, whom, are often misunderstood, there's a spot at the table for you, but there's no food. There are instruments, books, paint, brushes, computers, pencils and pads here just for you. Use the weapons and gifts that the designer (Lord) gave you, wisely. This piece is not intended to offend but to get others to comprehend a world ruled by art and artist. God bless you.

Okay doctor, I get it, I'm not like the others.
Something in me strives for attention.
Okay pastor, if you take a second, you'll notice that we have a lot in common.
Does not a liberal and a conservative desire the same type of love?
I do know that even a deity needs attention.
How bout you call me by my real name.
How bout you tell me what I really am.
Come to my altar and become a fan.
Come to my clinic and get a dose of life.
Come to my kingdom and witness an angel on earth.
Witness the miracles once the sounds and feelings of nature hit me.
Only then will you understand why I need so much attention.
I was sent here to bring life to a dying world.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

The First Man to Create a Thousand Bubbles

"In this presentation, I would first like to explain the chemical composition of soap and water. What I want you to keep your eyes on, in my first exhibit, is the perfect sphere that emerges from the composition. I will first start with what I call the blower, which will push the soapy formula into the atmosphere, thus, causing the spheres to float," Booker explained to a group of investors and scientist. When the bubbles started to float around the room, everyone started ducking and dodging them. A small group of investors, whom of which, had known nothing about chemistry hid underneath their table. In the midst of the astonishment, Booker stood tall, it was comical for a man of his stature to achieve such a noble task. In the eyes of the elite, he was a bum, who was now the center of attention.
"This is my example of the universe," he said, while a thousand bubbles floated around the room.
In all of recorded history, this had never been done. Once Booker did this, everything changed. Booker provided a spark in the mind of every human on earth. He became a catalyst, people from all over the world gravitated to him; some regarded him as a freak, some even called him a genius. Rival scientist tried to have him assassinated. The physical laws of thinking about how gravity and the universe worked had now been shattered. "Booker Gram Washington," had become a household name. His invention even hit the financial arena. Bankers now started creating ways to inflate the markets with cash and credit. The bubble of excitement had become so big that it was just a matter of time before the bubble would burst; when it did, everything went from peaking to a complete flatline. In the midst of the flatline, the economy tanked and sent the markets along with the country into a Great Depression. Poor Booker had become exhausted. He sat in his lab room with nothing left in his imagination to give out. He couldn't go anywhere because everyone knew who he was.
"I think I'll go lay down now," he said to his wife, dragging his feet across the floor.
"Booker, I'm worried about you, you haven't been eating and you've spent most of your days sitting in that same lab chair. What's the matter with you?" Mrs. Washington asked.
Completely drained, Booker just walked by her and said nothing. His famous bubble had gotten so big that it exploded. The only people left to care for Booker was his wife and daughter. Once the excitement was over, everyone ran with his ideas and created their own bubbles, leaving poor Booker to fend for himself.
The End.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Pawns of Chess

Standing in the middle of an opened field it becomes evident that the mass amounts of civilians are asleep.
I don't think anyone is paying attention.
"Can anyone hear me, they're taking all of our land," I scream, but no one listens.
Women born from the generations of former slaves, separatists, puritans and masters, now lost in a field ruled by intellects. Men left with no wives, now resort to artificial sexuality to satisfy their needs.
In a field of pawns, no one knows what's really going on, they're just having fun.
"Can anyone hear me, they're stealing our children," I scream, but no one listens.
The earth begins to shake and in the distance I see a man holding a grenade launcher.
I fall to the ground to save myself, I can hear a construction crew drilling for oil, I soon realize that we've become powerless.
I can see the separation between the rich, poor, and middle class, but it may be too late.
The machines have taken over.
Realizing that I can only save myself, I start running.
I don't think some people know what's going on, I don't think they care anymore.
Many of them are standing in line to hear poets and false prophets.
Wiping my eyes from sweat, I then take cover, I see a woman in the distance with a bible searching for the king, I can't help but wonder if she knows what's at stake.
Reaching for my weapon, I've come to understand the rules of the game.
I can hear a peasant girl crying in the distance, her dirty doll falls to the ground.
I push her out of the way as her doll falls on a landmine, boom, my ears ring, I dread the fact that I'm awoke.
Sitting in the middle of an open field with needles and syringes, it becomes evident that the mass amounts of civilians are asleep.
I wait for the next move and see the pieces in position to take the king.
Running to take cover I see someone in a small room watching televison, he's caught off guard.
Lost in the television, a bolt of lighting strikes the watch tower, it's a warzone, and now it's become dark. We've lost power.
No one is educated enough to fix the outage and the enemy knows this.
The peasant girl then screams, awaking from her coma, revealing our hiding place.
I then hear a soldier speaking a foreign language as he puts his gun up to my head.
If I'm correct, I think he said, "checkmate."
The game is over, if only the citizens had stayed awoke, we might've had a chance.
Yet, instead of victory, we've now become prisoners of war.
I then hear the enemy's national anthem playing in the distance while we're all forced to stand.
We unknowingly gave up the ship.
We unknowingly lost the game.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Veteran Affairs?

Excuse me, Sir, can you tell us how it feels to be a veteran so we can help serve you better:
Humm, let me see...
You remain humble, even when you know that the time you served is always in your thoughts.
Not too much surprises you, unless your family throws you some huge birthday bash and someone special jumps out of the cake.
You become thankful for each day.
The thought of war is still there but you suck it up, let come what may.
You still have the passion to wear the uniform sometimes.
You sometimes have trouble with things that don't make sense, but like any veteran, you have to roll with the punches.
You learn that complaining only waste time, but you should seek help when needed.
You soon find out that a normal life is just the ability to get up and be grateful for what you have.
In most cases, your mother or father become your only true friend.
Memories make you stronger in some situations, depending on your state of mind.
Sometimes you're a little afraid to share your thoughts, but it's okay, it's normal, some things are better left unsaid.
In all reality, we find out that we're human and we cannot make people love us or feel what we feel.
"'It is what it is,' I'm not a fool for volunteering, I'll just work with the hand I'm dealt." Is what you constantly tell yourself when something goes wrong.
"I'm not stupid for believing that enlisting was the right thing to do." Is the second thing you tell yourself when you see something that degrades your service to the country.
You sometimes find purpose in small things.
You sometimes find yourself volunteering, still wanting to save the world, but later find out that you need as much help as everyone else.
You find yourself smiling when you see other Veterans smiling, because you can relate to their problems.
You find yourself wanting to help when you see other Veterans suffering, because you know it's not fair.
You learn that the war is never over and the real battle is inside.
The battle to workout and stay in shape so that other veterans will stay motivated becomes a top priority sometimes.
No regrets is the best way to motivate yourself to reach higher.
I volunteered because I believed that in my heart, I would be fighting for a good cause, is what you hold dear to.
In the end, you learn that a crazy person can only be judged by what they do when things are falling apart.
You encourage yourself sometimes by realizing that you volunteered to sacrifice your life for others, even when it meant nothing to some.
Then when you die and see the light of a soldier's heaven and the war is over, you Rest In Peace, realizing that you were not crazy after all.
It was all in your heart.
At least that's my opinion.

Sunday, October 8, 2017


If only the law didn't exist; because of the law, there's fornication, because of the law, there's adultery, and in that simple equation, we all may become guilty of trying to follow the law.

I want to warn you that this description can be graphic and once the act is done, it cannot be undone.
First it starts with two individuals. They both fall in love and are like magnets, you can't keep them apart. It's a spontaneous event that occurs in life. After a little time together the arguments start. One accuses the other of an instinct of mistrust. Then there's wondering eyes, the male's conscience starts to kick-in and he feels that they're doing something wrong or should tie the knot (get married) at least in some cases. Sometimes it's just a mutual agreement. Then it happens; he proposes, and she says yes. In some cases they've already had sex before marriage so the honeymoon is nothing new, but what can I say, some people do do it the right way and some people don't. In the forces of attraction sometimes kids end up in the deal, but I haven't got to that part yet. The fact remains evident that something happens when two people decide to have sexual relations. There's like this bond that stays there, sometimes it gets old and sometimes it just won't go away. It's like a drug, a craving to want more of a feeling, a lust that is embedded in the brain. In these events things start to get mismanaged or the feeling becomes old and the body yearns for a new feeling. To simplify the issue, two people, whom, have been committed, start to feel as though they're missing something and any sign of excitement or someone else inviting them in, can happen at any moment within this process. Then that's when it happens. It could be at work; it could be next door; it can even be in your house. Once he or she starts to feel the urge to try something or someone new, the battle between priorities and sacrifice begin inside the mind and body. The thoughts invade the mind, images of porn--if that's his or her selection to feed the beast--start to entrap the bystander to want to contain the beast, but the more the beast is fed, the more the urge just won't go away. Then the lying starts. The phone becomes the leading cause of every downfall, the internet becomes the connection, and then there's the loss in time. Where were you? Who was that? How did he or she get your number? The beast has been set free and the children or anything innocent, becomes the victim. If only fundamentals were fun. The beast does not care about the children. The beast doesn't even care about you. But after all, we're only human, right? The beast only wants to satisfy the hormone, the beast wants to satisfy the feeling. Is it evil to want to feel good? Is it evil to want to feed the beast? It's like magic, why does the beast only want what looks tempting. Oh, and lets just pray that he or she doesn't drink. It's like a game, it's like a thrill of excitement and pressure is made to burst pipes. Clothing everywhere, years of trust, preaching, and family bonding, gone, just for that one burst of excitement. A ring of pure gold tarnishes, and tiny drops of someone's sweat, other than yours, all over your husband or wife. The bond of trust is then broken and all of the work, time, and money becomes a field of garbage and waste, left for someone else to pickup. Gossip, and the center of attention awaits you, in the midst of no understanding. Some couples forgive; some couples don't, and some couples are just trapped. The rest is like a dream that you thought would be good but actually turns out to be a nightmare. Legal sex for some reason has driven you mad and into a complete sexual maniac. Once the beast opens up your mind to a world of options and fantasies, the lasting image of what he or she is wearing the next day eats away at you. Temptation is a wonder of the world. Once all hell breaks loose and the hands of time take it's course, there's no turning back. If only you had made the right choice. Each night you're paranoid, hoping that the cat will stay in the bag. Let's just pray that you make it out alive, once or if, you're little secret gets out. If only there were a logical explanation for why it's hard for two people to settle; if only one could be content; if only you had done it the right way. All this time of wondering and mystery; building up each moment, each night, like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Then you're left with the constant question on your mind at the end of the day, with or without your significant other, the question of: Is or was it worth it?

The End.   

Friday, October 6, 2017


I know I'm just a small fry and an unknown compared to great stories throughout the ages, but by my desire each day to be a wordsmith, I've always been amazed with the meaning of and the word: "mercy." I often fail to understand human thinking, even my own at times, but the intellect of a human being is interesting, because it grows as we seek more wisdom and understanding. We often create things in our mind that we use to motivate us to do more than ordinary things, some of us believe in a higher power and some of us don't, yet, we all have the ability to show mercy. The question is: Why? I watch and read about stories of nature and how the elements show no mercy. Floods and other natural disasters. I read about animals and humans that viciously attack people and other humans with no mercy. I even read about things that we do to each other in our own natural state of mind, we are an amazing species. I watch boxing and see other fighters picking each other up, the same thing occurs when I choose to watch other sports as well. Having a mind that constantly flows, I sometimes even wonder about myself, but I've come to understand that nothing more can drive a person to greater power or force than mercy. How did this word come about, where did it come from? What person shows mercy to other surrounding creatures or humans that show no mercy. I often wonder about history. I see slaves, Christians, Muslims and Jews, even ordinary and famous people suffering. To feel their pain is often forgotten or left for little discussion. Even when I served in the U.S. Navy, I saw myself in the mirror, along with my fellow brothers (soldiers), suffering. I've even read books about Indians, suffering. Children in the heat of war with adults fighting over beliefs having to suffer in their wake. Even in my own life, I have family members, of which some chose to use drugs, some even sell the stuff, some go to seek God's strength yet they still suffer. Women; children; and even, men, left to suffer from a dreaded divorce or separation. The thought of human thinking is unreasonable and our emotions often lead us to do great and glorious things to overcome. Yet, through all of this, something brings me to the reality that there is a force in the universe and a power that we all possess to show towards others whom become victims of or shown, "no mercy." We have the power to show mercy. I think I know why we have this amazing ability and choice, but it shows that as a spieces created by a supreme force or being (in respect to others' beliefs) that we possess more power than we thought. I wish you well in this life and thank you for taking the time to read this random thought. For those of us whom have felt the power of pain and no mercy will tell you to be thankful when mercy is present in your life. It may be the only true miracle that we have left as a human race.
This lasting thought is in memory and thought of those in harms way.

The boy with no fans

His favorite song was the little drummer boy but everytime he tried it himself no one would listen. Everywhere he would go to sing or play, no one would show up. He tried hip hop, rock music, and even jazz. R&B was his last attempt but he couldn't find a band. At the moment he decided to give up, he noticed a broken mirror in the distance of his rehearsal space. All this time he had a fan all along. At the end of his journey with no tickets sold and no body in the crowd the mirror was always his inspiration. Now what's the odds of that. Little John kept his sanity and with one chair for his mirror his concerts were always sold out. He was his number one fan and with no fans he had no problems unless he created them himself.
The End.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Rule Number 1

"I would like to congratulate you all on your grand accomplishment of making it through boot-camp and some of you whom have had additional training. I hate to say that most of you will start your careers in combat roles but I commend you all on your bravery to volunteer. Before you enter the game of war, I want to warn you all of my first rule on the battle field. The rule that you must bind to your weapons and hold dear to your hearts. This number one rule, is a cardinal order that you must always hold on to, it simply states: 'When the enemy is advancing, a soldier must do everything that he or she can to avoid distractions.'" These were the words that General Grant left his men and women before they carried out the invasion that would've pushed the enemy back and possibly win them the war. With high hopes, in the second week of his mission, General Grant noticed that the enemy had used his number one rule to attack his unit.
"Attention on deck!" Private First Class Cannon shouted as Second Lieutenant Reigns entered the platoon.
"Private Donaldson, you were suppose to be my eyes on the battlefield, what is going on out there?" Second Lieutenant Reigns shouted at the top of his lungs.
Private Donaldson stood tall at attention.
"Sir, they are using our female soldiers against us, Sir," he explained.
"What in the hell are you talking about, Private?" Lieutenant Reigns replied.
"They call the gas 'Selena' it increases the hormones. It's become a whorehouse out there Sir."
After Private Donaldson's explanation, and the fact that he had lost about eighty percent of his whole unit, Lieutenant Reigns had no choice but to pull back and regroup. Realizing that they now had the momentum, the enemy kept advancing. Noticing that their only escape would have to be on water to a base on the other side of the island, Lieutenant Reigns now had no choice but to call off the invasion. He, and what was left of his platoon, escaped on an abandon hovercraft. The enemy had used basic science to defeat his platoon. The gas that they created known as: "Selena," had turned his whole brigade into a night spot. The men and women whom all had enlisted for combat, had become so distracted that they were all blinded by lust and failed to carry-out the mission. In exchange, they not only lost their lives, but they also lost the war. General Grant, along with Lieutenant Reigns, held their heads down in defeat while they tried to explain to their superiors what took place on the dreaded day of Oct. 5. After the hearing, General Grant, had become so devastated by his lose that he later retired, never to return to the battlefield again. His last words at the hearing were, "We didn't see it coming, we had no clue that the enemy was so clever, they used our own strength against us." 

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

The Lost Ones

It's quiet, no ones home.
The phone rings, no one answers.
There are no lights on in the house.
She went on without him, left him broken and lonely.
In the meantime, random thoughts flow through his mind;
even if he takes his own life, life will go on with or without him.
It's evident that it's hard to find a way back home.
The hole has been dug too deep.
They say no one listens to a person that always complains.
I guess this is why lost ones exist. 
Maybe they don't believe that anyone is listening.
The essence of evil thoughts battling with right and wrong can leave a path of innocent victims.
The lost ones...
Lost in the pit of no return, leaving behind baggage  for the innocent to take care of.
They say the enlightened created this mess.
Creating ideas of an end with no optimism.
The idea of a deity is to give life.
Why do some chose to take life away?
The lost ones...
Sinking in sorrow, alone in a small room, thinking about a past that can never be done over.
The lost ones...
Creating a world of trouble in the midst of hidden lifestyles, soon to be revealed to the masses.
But one can only hide behind the mask for so long.  
Is it easy to survive in a life filled with wrong choices?
Pain and consequences that won't go away.
Is it true that some people don't have a conscience? 
Is it true that some people drown in drugs to ease their mind, lost in a wilderness, searching for a way out, some, never to be found again?
The hole is too deep,
it's like drowning with no lifeguard.
Screaming for help.
Asking over and over again for forgiveness and mercy.
Lost, having to face reality.
The lost ones...
Missing in action, some, never to be found again.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

The Never Ending Book∞

As I began to read it, I began to discover the roots that made the pages. I couldn't put it down. Unyielding knowledge, I even learned about my ancestors. The book was my escape, it was my reality. I believed every word. Knowledge. Knowledge, that could make me fruitful, knowledge that could make me great, knowledge with no end. The secret recipe, the secret weapon. Formulas with explosive power, words from every language, vocabulary with no end. I can understand now, I can see. The pages were first turned one at a time, then twenty an hour. I can touch the foundation of the binding and feel the meaning of every word. I can skim through and pick-up pieces to the details of every authors' dying thoughts. Mysteries of the universe, all solved from one generation to the next. Each character, each novel, each story gives me more to do each day. My conversation is clear, my dialect is supreme. I've found the mysteries of every miracle, I've become one with the God particle, I've discovered new elements. Law and order, wisdom from kings. I too, blow like the pages in the wind. I know why gold is worth more than silver. I know nature; I know the answer to each question, the squareroot to each equation. References, notes, indexes, appendixes, epilogues and prologues, I even read the glossary. Series after series, volume after volume, chapter after chapter, with infinite∞∞∞ knowledge. From fiction, to biographies, non-fiction, to horror stories, page after page of the thin layers of wood that were once bound together as leaves. Oh lord, the book of life is infinite. Oh lord, the book of knowledge goes on-and-on. I once was blind but now I see, I was lost but now I'm found. It's a never ending book. It's branches grow stronger and stronger with every generation and with every thought. The secret is hidden in the words. I've split the ocean. Dear sweet lord, there is no end. 

Friday, September 29, 2017

The stage was all she had left

"Poor, rattled, and bruised; band I have one more selection. Some of you may not understand the life of someone whose mind has been open to all forms of thinking. I don't know why we sometimes have to live and suffer but I too see suffering. I too wish I could save the world. This song is for all of my pain that I feel inside. This song is for all of my imperfections. Lord have mercy on us all, please. All I have left is this stage and this microphone. I will sing this last selection for tonight, I will sing to heal the world and the people in it," she explained before her song. After her song, she placed the microphone back on it's stand and exited stage right, she then went home and went to sleep. Every time she got knocked down or felt the woes of the world, she got on stage. Remaining anonymous, she even took to the stage when times were good, for the stage was all she had left.
The End.

Monday, September 25, 2017

The typewriter is all I have left

I will remain anonymous because I've given everything away and the typewriter is all I have left so here's a joke about a donkey and a monkey that I just typed:
One day a donkey walked up to a monkey and grabbed his tail. The monkey screamed in a monkey's tone and told the donkey in his language to stop pulling his tail or he would pin his tail to the wall.
Get it, pin the tail on the donkey. Ha ha ha.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Academic Peace

The tone of her dialect was certain. There were no bombs or hostile invitations. There was silence. In the midst of an intellectual conversation, the communication was organized. The casual intervention between guest, was just that, "casual." If there was conflict, then there were consequences. The consequences involved productive thinking because if not then the mind would go stale and have to be purged of harmful thoughts. Gateways of the mind would later open leading to insanity because using the brain requires thinking. Using the brain requires meditation to satisfy the temple. To much negative influence can result in violence. Violence, leads to pain. Violence, creates doubt. Violence, creates fear that is only resolved by warriors. This intellect leads to strategic thinking, strategic thinking to outsmart the enemy. Strategic thinking that strains the body to achieve victory. When there is temptation, there has to be discipline. Discipline creates awareness to conserve. Hostile creatures create war. Hostile creatures resolves conflict with lack of empathy for others around them. Life is precious. Without life, nothing exist. Ambitious people often forget that every spec of dust has it's place on earth, to much consumption often leads to emptiness with trash to fill the space in the end. Children that play and grow old later cherish the silence as time passes by because they too have to learn that everything must come to an end. It's wise to read. It's wise to walk away. It's wise to be patient. It's also wise to understand that some people are dealt a different hand and do not respond accordingly. Why are leaders often left alone? Why do their children have to suffer in their wake? Why does the orphan question the existence of God? The human body often yearns for peace. Without it, there's no goal.  When someone speaks, it's wise to listen and create productive conversation instead of a hostile response. The result of such noble criteria will eventually lead to academic peace. 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


Wesley, was his name. He ran for president three times and failed every time. He was born in the dirt. Bred in the school of hard knocks, he learned that being clean would leave you in the slumps. Wesley's father taught him that no one likes a do-good, clean-cut, puritan. In this upbringing, Wesley saw the true nature of human beings. In the final days of his campaign, he concluded that people somehow enjoyed being treated like trash. He studied abusive relationships and determined that the reason the woman kept coming back was because the man kept abusing her. No one cares about the lifeless or the poor, left to eat trash, unless it's them. He concluded that about ninety-percent of people were selfish or envious, and would eventually become greedy snobs. In this assumption, Wesley spent most of his life in a small room. He was left with no choice but to be a pessimist and regretted ever being born. His ability to love, was never to be shown in front of people. "People like it dirty," this was his belief, and if they say anything otherwise then they're lying. Men want sex and women want to be in charge. Children want candy and you have to force them to read books. After losing his forth run for president and seeing an evil tyrant win, Wesley returned to isolation. He saw veterans and men who died for the freedom of the world being treated like dirt. Most of them lacked the power and knowledge to better themselves. They were at a disadvantage to the system. Wesley became a symbol to them. He became a god. If the people voted for trash and didn't have enough sense to notice it, then they too, deserved to be treated like dirt. In reality, Wesley hated the fact that his father was correct. Realizing that people spent most of their time trying to clean up dirt, he never married and spent most of his time at the graveyard, burying dead bodies in and with dirt. In his last rebellion, he took all of the broken people with nothing to lose, and overthrew the people in power. He developed so many followers that at the end of his reign he ruled the world. When he died, he returned to the dirt just like everyone else.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017


I looked into the eyes of a harlot today, a descendant of Judah. In her eyes I saw pain and a yearning to be pure again. She no longer wears white at her wedding. She became a harlot because her husband could not provide for her, it turns out he also had 10 mistresses on the side. Lord knows what her daddy did to her. Her children have been abandoned and submitted to the system. They are orphans now. She has been left to sell herself for sexual favors in return. She has been left for dead. In her eyes I saw pain. When I saw this, I stopped, and my lust for her turned into sorrow. I cried out for my own soul to be forgiven, I cried out for my own heart to understand why she died in front of me. She died of an overdose and I tried to save her. Her life was worth nothing to man but she now rest in the hands of the most high. I'm sure she did not put in a good report on the other side of what has happened to her here on earth. Once a goddess of life; now a dead woman, with not even enough money for her own funeral. Raised to know the difference between right and wrong but left with no choice but to submit to the evils of nature. Lord help us all. You've shown so much mercy, yet we're still lost. I'm not a priest, nor am I a member of a clergy, but I think I know why the black flag remains in the sky. 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Dark Stars

Word on the street is that your daddy provided the spark that lit the flame.
Then once you shined you gave off so much light that everyone knew your name.
Shine until you drop.
That's how you get paid.
You're a star in the center of a mass parade.
"You," turns to "it," and darkness surrounds the light.
I wonder if that's why they call it a star, shooting at the wee hours of the night.
Once the shining stops, it's consumed by the darkness.
Deep into the darkness of space, it burns out, waiting to shine again.
The reds, greens, and blues that provided so much color have now faded to black as other stars take over the shine.
Only those in the dark can see the light my friend.
But just because it's dark doesn't mean that the star is not there.
And then, the moon comes out...
The blind are given sight, they too can feel the vibes.
But can they see?
Stay at a distance or you may get burned by the heat.
You're not normal, the physics of the brightness is equated, summing you up as a freak.
If only you could shine everyday of the week.
Too much attention is given to the light, but even a dessert can be hot at night.
Light a candle and put it in the air.
When the flame burns out, light a flare.
Is a star that doesn't give off light, a star?
Maybe it's a dark star sitting in space, waiting to shine again.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Mr. Peeper's Amazing Hat

"Excuse me! Mr. Peeper, you forgot your hat...Mr. Peeper, wait..." Damion said, rushing down to catch the famous and amazing: Mr. Peeper.
Damion was spellbound by the details of the hat that Mr. Peeper had left behind. While picking it up, he could feel the energy within the fine sewn remnants of color. Damion couldn't help but to borrow it for the evening. He had reservations for the memorial ceremony that night for terror victims, and he wanted to turn heads that evening but there was something tempting about Mr. Peeper's amazing hat that he could not do without. The hat matched every inch of his red, white, and blue outfit. When he stepped on the scene that evening, everyone stopped to greet him and he became the main attraction. He found himself dancing with some of the finest women that evening. Damion couldn't believe all of the new friends he had made. People were lining up all over the place just to get a picture of him in his fancy outfit and Mr. Peeper's hat.
At the end of the night, with all of the stars in the sky, Damion's day was complete.
He returned Mr. Peeper's hat where he left it and would never forget the moments he got to spend with all of the people while wearing Mr. Peeper's amazing hat.
The next day, Damion saw Mr. Peeper wearing his hat again and he sat back and reflected on the one night that he got to wear the amazing hat that made him the show stopper.
"What an amazing hat. I sure wish it were mine," Damion thought to himself.
That evening, Mr. Peeper left the hat in the same spot where Damion had found it the first time, but this time he left it with a letter for Damion.
The letter read:
Thanks for the great evening at the Grand Towers, you didn't notice me without my hat but I noticed you. Since the hat gave you so much joy and you returned it, it may be better for you to have it.

Mr. Peeper

Monday, September 4, 2017

Dragged into the Equation of Power and War

First let's see what you have that I want.
How much is your mother worth to you?
How much are your children worth?
We've misunderstood your mission.
We feel as though you've gained to much power.
We want it...we need it for our people...we need it for our country...we need if for our allies.
First let's examine your borders.
How can we get across?
Let's examine your shores.
How can we infiltrate? 
Let's examine your people.
In the midst of your census, who will stand with you when tested?
How much do you have to offer?
A new game of spying starts to take place.
Is it that hard to trust us?
I've studied your allies and I've taken your ransoms and built up my military to even things out.
You give, I take. You take, I kill.
These are the rules because we don't trust you, it's not in our code of conduct.
Is our God the same?
Do our kings not desire the same things that your kings desire?
The laws of power are complex. The laws of power are not for the average person.
Take away everything that is free and make the people totally dependent on who sits in the high chair.
Tighten up the border, make a currency that you issue and create a total bureaucracy so the people do not rebel.
Kill the whistle blowers and hold the bomb.
If the citizens are stupid, then they will have no clue what is being planned.
If the citizens are smart then they to will be dragged in.
No matter what, someone will have to die.
I know it's sad but let's see what's at stake.
Let's find a solution to the equation. 
Let's examine those who seek and understand power.
Let's examine the laws of nature.
Can you keep producing?
Can you handle it?
The position is like the sun giving off light with no clouds or breeze.
It's hot; it's crazy; it's wild; it's powerful. 
How much would you give if someone were to threaten to take something away that you love?
Would you be forced to kill if someone struck first?
When everyone wants what you have, things can get complicated.
An hour break on the golf course to make you seem proficient while the world awaits your every move becomes the norm.
A ten day vacation...paranoid...thinking...wondering...but most of all...afraid.
Disaster strikes, and civilization starts to wonder about everything taken for granted.
One false move and the equation falls apart.
Millions of thrill seekers knocking at your door.
Avengers aiding the path of power's destruction.
The craving to be in the seat as the alpha spirit refuses to be tamed.
What becomes of the moment, who will declare to be independent.
Billions of dead bodies left on your quest.
If there was just one friend...
One phone call...
One true love that could stop the madness. 
Will the dollar last to feed a family?
Why do they want us in a war?
Why are they constantly trying to drag us in?
In the equation of power and war there is business.
Business makes goods that other people want.
Business makes goods that other people need.
War is big business...
Then there is thought...
What is being human?
This is the question you will constantly ask yourself over and over again in the mirror.
While emotions flow and the true nature of human intellect and human needs start to emerge, you will find yourself searching for reason, searching for something that can make sense of the matter.
Good becomes evil; evil becomes good.
God, becomes needed.
God, becomes wanted.
Is this what God is?
Is God the power that will settle everything?
Then it starts to rain.
The rain then becomes a flood.
After the flood the sun comes out.
When it comes out, all of the chaos becomes real; there's no escape.
In a small room, you sit alone, trying to find the solution to the equation of power and war.
In a small room you cry out for a savior.
Realizing you're alone in a room, the news won't go away.
A bad habit becomes needed.
In the midst of consumption, you become numb.
You're human after all.
You feel what they feel.
Everyone is a part of the equation.
In the midst of tears and all of the inner pain, a dove then comes to the window and starts to sing.
You took on the task and leverage is knocking at your door.
It becomes like the bully in the first grade.
It becomes like the animal in the jungle.
Others around are driven to do things that they would not ordinarily do to survive.
A simple day becomes a week.
A minute becomes an hour.
Every cent and every second must be counted.
All eyes are on you and someone has to pay up.
Then the baby cries and the equation becomes simple.
You're dragged into the room to find out what he or she wants.
You're dragged into the room to find out what he or she needs.
If you say no, it's abuse, if you give-in, the child becomes spoiled.
This one life simplifies the equation of who's in charge.
Once that becomes evident, the dust settles.
The person in charge makes the decision to adhere to the needs of others and the equation of power is solved.
Whoever shots first, is guilty.
If they're aiming at your territory then they want a fight.
Take on the business of war and find out where they got the ammunition to strike and make them suffer so they will feel what it's like to be dragged into a war.
Once all of the dragging and complaining is over, everyone will appreciate peace and the ones in power will stand and recharge.
I pray that we were not born for this.  

Friday, September 1, 2017

Cut from the team

I stood up for the National Anthem.
I even put on my lucky socks.
Leroy injured his ankle but he played every minute.
He made the team on a bad ankle.
Man, was I really that bad? 
What do I do now?
I guess I'll go back to the gym and try again next year.
Damn, I really wanted the job.
I guess I'll go read a book.
My day will come.
I may be cut from the team but I still feel like a champion. 

Monday, August 28, 2017

Mommy, how come?

Mommy, how come they keep raising money for cures and people still dying?
Mommy, how come those people in dad's drawer don't have no clothes on, does he like you, mommy?
Mommy, how come they talk about race all the time when the only one's who're running are trying to get away?
Mommy, how come you pray after you do something wrong but you won't let me play with the plugs? If I get shocked you won't have to deal with me anymore. Is that love Mommy?
Mommy, how come you play the lottery when you could've used the money for food? Did you win mommy?
Mommy, how come you have a job and you don't have any money?
Mommy, how come people keep giving all of their money to the people who already have it?
Mommy, how come those grown men dress in costumes to kill each other?
Mommy, how come when you try to get daddy to go hunt for food he say he need a license? I thought that is what he was made to do?
Mommy, how come those officers taking daddy away I thought he worked for the President? He just got the job.
Mommy, how come you keep telling me to shut up? That's not fair Mommy.

Friday, August 25, 2017

The Bomb

I hid, yup, that's what I did. I came outside, now everyone's gone. Those jokers blew everything up and I'm the only survivor. No more war, no more crazy games. Once the smoke cleared, it was just me left, oh man, I don't even have a name anymore. I ate off of the apple tree, yes I did, and no one said a thing because they're all gone. I can play my own music now and sing my own songs. Gee-wiz, what a solution, no more problems-not even pollution. I ran through the streets and took a swim, I feel great, I was not like them. I'm the only one left, only me. I'm free from the world that dropped the bomb, I'm the last one left. The world is perfect now, let me find a mirror, I can see my face. They blew up the world and now there is no more race. What a sad story. Why did they kill everyone, boy, I'm starting to feel lonely. Why did they drop the bomb? I'm the last one left. I have no purpose, what a mess. Am I even alive? Well at least there is finally peace on earth.
Maybe they should have found a better solution.
The End. 

Saturday, August 12, 2017

The Secret Weapon

Tough, strong, weak and fragile. Bullets, death, nuclear bombs, life, survival, and fresh air. War, peace, win and lose. Power, rich and even poor. These are natural laws of physics, nature and almost every religion. Pain hurts and pleasure feels good. Good and evil; a common thinker knows that one cannot exist without the other. The cycle is eternal. Negative energy attracts positive energy and positive energy attracts negative energy.
Stay neutral.

Friday, August 11, 2017

The Addiction

I came across a video today that proves that there is a force trying to not only save me but save my fellow man and woman. We as a human species battle to be perfect at everything we do in life yet we often fail. Being a victim, I can only write about what addiction can do to those of us whom have not come out of the battle a winner. In the midst of my own failures, I too, must battle with the beast. This message though is not about me, it's about what I've seen.
I came across a video today that proves that there is a force trying to not only save me but save my fellow man and woman. There are forces trying to save us. On our journey to overcome our addictions, we often see a small sign that tries to warn us to take a better path, some heed the warning sign and some don't. Life on this planet is important, but those of us whom of which are addicted to something will tell you that strange things happen when you're alone and in battle with self. This message is simply only for you to follow the signs. I too have been a victim and battle with my own demons but to overcome is the only true miracle. Good luck in all of your journeys and may the creator of life strengthen you to find a place of peace so that you will not become a victim.
Testimony: Not to long ago I had the privilege of doing a fundraiser for addicts. At the fundraiser I got a call from my teenage cousin, the strange thing about this call is that I had never heard from her until this point, ever. The odds of her calling at that time were slim to none. When she called, I stood still like a rod in the middle of a moving crowd of people. We didn't have a good turnout from the show but I learned something that day. I later found out that she had overdosed but was brought back to life. I do not know why God has made my life this way and to this day I have no clue why she called. So many of the people I love are in chains. If you finished this post then you will have some idea of what a man who sits in a war zone has to do to win the battle. I know I'm not alone and I cannot save the world, but this post is only intended so that just like me you too can come across something that may save you. Follow the signs, there is a force trying to save us. I just joined and I'm now addicted to being a better person for the rest of my life.  

Monday, August 7, 2017


The faucet is leaking, I can hear it while sitting in silence on the floor in the other room. The singer taking a bath must have flown away. I guess everyone sings in the bathroom. I'm worried about certain things that I cannot control. Outside of these walls the world is still in motion, while ten million thoughts flow through my mind. It's a big world out there, beyond these walls. My neighbor must think I'm crazy from all of the laughter that goes on in a one man apartment. In all that laughter the room then goes silent. I become sadden by all of the evil that I have to face outside of these walls. It won't stop. I often wonder about the world. I wonder about the people. I wonder about myself. I then drift into a state of carelessness but I keep hearing voices telling me that everything will be fine. They've been in my ear my whole life. Then there's silence. In the silence I sit in a small corner holding the wings of a broken angel knickknack in my hand. Is that what we are? Are we humans just broken angels trying to fight our way back into heaven. In the midst of the voices, I see a light shining through the door. I feel a connection to the music now playing down the hall. I feel alive, I feel like flying. I feel like an angel. 

Sunday, July 30, 2017

American Intellect

Planting seeds on a corner, my mind then goes blank. I see two atheist collecting change to give to the saints.
I forgot how pyramids were built, so I plant a tree instead. 
I'm going in circles, then I bump my head.
I spent my last dime, so I'll earn another until the light turns red.
When I sit down and do nothing,  I'm pronounced dead.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Helping out the Devil

"A call just came in, sir, it seems someone wants to use you as a reference," Jane said to Peter, while keeping an eye on the clock.
"Where do you have to be Jane?" Peter asked, getting closer to her.
"How do you know I have to be somewhere? Jane replies, as though shocked by his question.
"Because you keep looking at the clock." Peter confirms.
It was evident that there was something on Jane's mind.
She seemed like an eagle on it's first flight day.
She had been with the same company for years. Why was today any different?
"Peter I need your help," she responded trembling. 
Peter fixes his tie.
"Now Jane, that's going to come at a price." He says.
"What?" She responds in disbelief.
Peter rubs his hand down her left leg.
"I told you, everyone in this business is a criminal. Your signature proves that you belong to me."
Feeling his advance, Jane just stands there shaking.
"But Peter, I have no one to turn too. I left my whole family to build your kingdom. Look at all we've accomplished together. I just need a break. Please." She says.
Peter proceeds up her blouse.
"Jane, you heard what I said, don't start developing a conscience now. You work for me. You see that punching bag over there in the corner. That is your dumb ass family and this golden elephant represents power, it represents intelligence. Do you want to go back there? There is no room for feelings in this business. The kind at heart get eaten alive and everyone else is a consumer, you know the rules." He takes his other hand and grabs her by the head, forcing her to kiss him.
"Do you understand that Jane?" He says forcing her lips on his.
Jane starts to have flashbacks of all of the family and friends she left behind to advance Peter's Corporate agenda. She remembered when she started, how ambitious she was. As Peter continued his advance on her body, that he had paid for, she stabbed him in the heart with her letter opener. When she stabbed him, he looked her in the eyes.
"Thank you... for setting me free," he said falling to the floor.
 Jane, covered in blood, looked at his desk filled with applications of people wanting to be just like her. She began to cry, her new life in hell had just begun, for she had slain the beast that helped her reach her dreams and there was no turning back. Jane then fell into the prison system and Peter's Palace Inc. was taken over by the next share holder in line. The only good that came out of helping Peter her whole life, was the lesson that Jane had learned when she was bailed out of jail by her family; whom of which, had nothing but their life savings.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017


I'm stuck in a state of thought after trying to get my lover to understand my logic. No one can feel what I'm feeling at this moment so I pick up a pen and a pad to ease my mind. I seem to be losing the perfect game. Am I human for my thoughts? Am I human for what I said? Am I human for what I did? I'm sorry, but it's too late, she left. I take a second to realize that this may be it for us, the pressure is too much to handle. If only love were perfect.
 I take my pen to write...
My thoughts begin to flow on paper, I have to find the words to keep me in a perfect state of thinking but it seems impossible. There are no words that can explain what I feel. I'm sorry, but she's gone. I breathe for a second...
If only these words could keep her in perfect harmony with me. I keep telling myself that pain can be healed but it takes time. Why is my heart beating fast? I have to keep writing to ease the pain? Somehow she is connected to my state of being. I need her but she left me all alone and all I have left is a pen to save me. She went out into an unstable world without me. I'm tired, so I let her go; realizing that I cannot protect or save her, I start to drift. I'm tired of trying to figure this out.  When I'm alone, I want her, but when  she's here, I want to be alone. Men lust to be with her. They stab me in the back. They lie. She lies. I have nothing left and no words to keep her happy. I'm losing her, if I haven't lost her already. Her last lover killed himself because he couldn't live without her. I look in the mirror and imagine a perfect world. It's the only hope I have left so I turn off the lights and lay in the darkness. It's quiet, the dream of a happy ending with her fades away, but at least tomorrow I have another chance to strive for perfection. I lost one. The pressure of trying to be the perfect man is over. The next day I wake up to the sound of birds and a bright morning sun. I have another chance.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Keep Trying

In my worn state of mind, I fall victim to the obvious quite often. I too, have seen failure. On a rainy day I see four children outside practicing dance steps. I'm assuming they must be preparing for an event. Me and my friend Jenn continue to sit on the porch and watch them dancing in the rain. After falling several times, they spot Jenn on the porch. They then walk over to my friend Jenn and ask her if she would train them. I guess they had heard about her after hearing that she was a local legend. Jenn, in her now older age, said no. From a small distance, I watched as the children proceeded to keep practicing. Feeling the magic of the situation, I proceeded over to Jenn.
"That used to be you," I said to her with supreme empathy for the children.
When Jenn heard those words, her heart became open to the future. She proceeded over to the children and began to teach them and they continued dancing.
It was their desire to not let her down.
It was their desire to keep trying.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Human Anatomy

My heart beats...
I feel it and then look in the mirror.
I notice that I have two sides, a left and a right.
One side is weaker than the other.
That explains the forces of nature.
That explains the concept of good and evil.
My right side is stronger and my left side is weaker.
In my deep thoughts, I motion and use every tendon in my body.
My brain sends the signal, then I move.
The nerves in my spine only tremble when I go left.
I have minor control of my left side.
Noticing my human anatomy, I must maintain control and go right.
In this simple law of nature, I learn a valuable lesson.
I learn that perfection is far out of reach and a freak is only special when he sits in the middle but in the end he too must choose.
In a fight I only have an advantage if I can use my left and right hand.
Why is there two sides of everything?
Why does a butterfly have two wings?
That explains the laws of attraction, that explains why my conscience must choose between right and wrong everyday.
That explains why I'm only human.
I will learn from my mistakes.
When I go to far to the left it may be better if I go back to the right. 

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Dead Man's Conscience

Byron was a good man. He didn't have much but he had a good heart. His heart was so good that other men became envious of him and at point blank range one of the envious men shot Byron in the head and killed him. Jim, was his name and he had been watching Byron for quite awhile. He even over charged him a couple of times on his rent and set a camera up in the bathroom to watch his wife shower. When Jim took Byron's life, he had no clue what his life would be like afterwards. Everything that Byron possessed Jim took away, and left his loved ones with just a memory of him. To simplify this story, Jim was the land lord and Byron was the tenant and now that Jim's true colors had been revealed, his life took an awkward turn for the worse. In his jail cell, he could somehow feel and hear Byron's desires and thoughts to live again. The favor of death had to be returned. The voices haunted him until one day the prison guard found him hanging in his jail cell. Jim went from landlord to later becoming a brutal criminal and now a dead man. In Jim's life, it was never enough, but his envious mind led him to his fate. All he had to do was be content with his own life but his actions laid on his conscience, leaving him dangling from the ceiling and a final letter which read, "I'm sorry." The dead man's conscience to comprehend why he had been cheated out of his life haunted Jim until he could not bear to live anymore.
The End.

Monday, May 8, 2017

The Peaceful Investment

It's midday and I hear children outside playing. I then turn on the radio to hear the latest gossip about liberals and conservatives. It seems that another religious and cultural war has broken out. I sit down in my chair to comprehend the woes of mankind. The pros and the cons of war slowly eat at my thoughts. I contemplate on the matter of family and children that do not know what they will have to face when they grow older. They too will have to fight for something. I get up from my chair to lay on the couch, realizing that I've been in the shadows for too long. I have to do something to teach the next generation that there's a better way to live. I hear a voice in my head while watching and listening to the children play. I open the door and direct them to gather around on the sidewalk. I show them a picture of a bird soaring through the sky and then I showed them how to be peacemakers. I invest my time in their future; hoping, that if not all, then maybe one of them will listen. At the end of the day, I watch them run-off to their homes. I did something right today. I feel good about my little peaceful investment. As I prepare for bed, I see an old picture of me hanging on the wall in uniform fighting for freedom. I hope the kids from my neighborhood learn from what I taught them today. I hope they grow up with a better mindset than we had back then. I hope they grow up fighting for peace. I then lay down to rest, and while I laid there, I fell asleep looking at the stars in the sky. It's a peaceful night to rest and I've made a small peaceful investment in the future of human nature.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Adventures of Big-time Charlie the Comedian

In the middle of the stage, I told my first joke. When the audience didn't laugh, I trembled and felt a force telling me to keep going. No one knew my name but I felt inspired. All I needed was some good laughs to help me reach higher. I knew that this was the only gift that I possessed, laughter, to relieve a small man, battling with stress. Millions of comedians laughing in a room practicing punchlines for the world to embrace, all it took was one unknown , Big-time Charlie, to get on stage and fall on his face. I quickly got up as the crowd thought it was a part of the act, laughter filled the room and I told jokes to hit back. At that moment there were enough laughs to influence the next generation. I stood on stage and told my final joke, about a poor man on probation. The crowd laughed and when they did I woke up realizing it was all a dream. Even though it wasn't real, it gave a small boy hope...that even me, Big-time Charlie, could grow up and make a living telling jokes.

Friday, March 31, 2017

The Wise Man & the Golden Temple

"Caesar, what have you noticed?" Septimius asked, while sharpening his sword.
"I've noticed doubt in the people. They don't believe in anything. They've become heathens," Caesar replied.
Septimius pointed the tip of his sword towards an empty lot of land.
"I want you to build a temple made of pure gold on that empty lot of land. If the people come there to seek God's help, then I want you to bless them. If they come as tourist, then I want you to bring them to their knees."
Caesar yielded to the instructions of Septimius and ordered his men to build the golden temple. Once it was done, people from all over came to marvel at its wonder, but no one came to seek God's help. When Caesar saw this he consulted with a wise man.
"What shall I do? I don't have the guts to punish my people. They've suffered enough paying my taxes." Caesar said to the wise man.
The wise man pointed to the East.
"Your enemies fear god and have nothing, while your people don't believe in anything and have everything."
After the wise man spoke these words, he left the presence of Caesar. When he left, Caesar stood in his chamber and watched from a distance as his people rejoiced in their abundance. He felt a tremble in his spine as he observed them marveling at the amazement of the golden temple. Caesar then fell to his knees.
"O Lord, why have we forgotten thee. I submit my will to thee, for you've been good to us and we as your people have forgotten thee. Our enemies seek to destroy us. Should we fight for our possessions or should we fight for you O Lord?"
Seeing the distress symbol from his chamber, Septimius raised the black flag and let the enemy into the gates. The war seemed endless, and even in defeat, no one went into the temple to seek God's help; the black flag continued to fly. It was evident that they had given up on the hope of great spirits. The people had started to do all kinds of unlawful things. There were so many beliefs that they had become confused and weak. The people had become heartless. In the darkness of war, the enemy reached Caesar's chamber, put him in chains, and in revenge of being deprived under his rule for so long, they cut off his head. The wise man recorded everything that he saw while in the basement praying in the golden temple. Once the war was over, and Caesar's kingdom was no more, the wise man escaped to a village where most of the survivors had fled to. He began to preach to the survivors and they now understood that nothing mattered without a belief in God. The people now understood why a nation must believe in something greater than what's on earth. While the East rejoiced in their new plunder, the West secretly regrouped in a village. There was a new hunger to get to the temple built by Caesar. There was a new hunger to seek God's help. When Septimius saw this, he opened the gates for the West to take back their land. Filled with rage, they concurred the East with an army of just five hundred soldiers. Rejoicing in their victory, they formed a new nation, the West would never forget to seek God's help again. The End.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Messages in a bottle

The raindrops fall from the sky and the water hits the earth, it's all that's left to drink. Positive energy attracts to negative forces. Negative energy attracts to positive forces. The truth, the way, and the light comes in many ideologies and colors look differently compared to the eyes that perceive them. A sinner motivated to save a life, a homeless man with two coins, and a leader tormented by his own flaws. This message is for your mind, it's for your thoughts. Those who envy the wealthy soon realize that the comfort of home was not so bad once they too become wealthy. Meditate on the words, figure them out. The phone rings at a quarter past midnight; this person rarely calls, I assume they must need something, so I listen. The pharmacy on the corner selling drugs, and the witch once hated has somehow given them the power to heal. What does a pig eat? She did not know what was in the drink but she chose to drink it. Two seconds past midnight and the phone rings again, this person rarely calls; I assume they must need something, so I don't answer. Held at gunpoint he begs for his life and then returns the favor. The mirror is all she holds, never realizing that she must first love herself, she finds it hard to tell the difference. In fear of their own hero's reward, they refuse his help and try to save themselves. Her independence has created an opposite attraction. The past rotates in the same direction as earth, yet, after the first shot is fired, it's too late, you've chosen your own fate. The child falls down when no one is around, her mother warned her to stay close to home. He has to accept the fact that no one is perfect before he can try again. Millions suffer and many die from a bomb dropped on their habitation because of a leader with inferior beliefs. Who caused the war? Ions and pestilence fill an old industrial field while contaminated manna falls from the sky and the people eat while traveling in circles. A savior walks by and is hung from a tree because he is innocent and his dying flesh is eaten by hungry prey. The people he saved just watched. She laughs at people without taking a second look and the images later haunt her. The oil fields that promised wealth, prosperity, and jobs, have infected the lungs and shaken up the earth, all that's left is a deserted island. He is the center of attention and no one will listen to him but the entertainment seems real. The pure energy in the body is yours, will you apply for the job or will you build your own kingdom. The leader seems harsh, I guess that's why he has so many followers. The leader seems liked, I guess that's why he's got so many enemies. Late at night he dies in his sleep but wakes-up alive to rule. This message is deep so you can climb from the pit when no one is around. Take your time, think. How do you get to the top of the pit? How did you fall in? When life is fair, write it down so others can read the message. They may fall in also. Keep thinking, keep moving, and keep reading, you're almost there. The lust of beauty has defiled the immunity of a debilitating disease, nothing can cure it, and death is certain but life goes on. Trust becomes no more to a man who has been burned several times. There's no hope if he chooses to give up. You have but one opportunity, why should you pass up this temptation, you may never get it again so you eat what's left that taste good...YOU GAVE IN. Little children with too much common sense in a danger zone realize they've been left for dead so they commit suicide, they have nothing to offer and they do not believe in the future. Humanitarian aids have run out of donations and there are clouds in the sky as famine has turned the village into cannibals, give them what you have before they eat you. She loves an idol more than the person she married, how ironic. With so many choices, which one do you choose? The cries for the basic necessities in life are often not heard but nature still takes it's course. One is never enough, for those who need more. We were warned about this. Who will save us? What is our purpose? The jokes are funny but deep inside the mind of the comedian, he is searching for a way out of the madness. Once you're used up, who will save you? What will you have left to offer? Look at how they've run off with the skills you taught them and left you to fend for yourself. Just stay still. Positive energy attracts to negative forces; take a compass with you into the forest. The energy must stay neutral; keep an eye on the poles. Follow the positive forces to contain the negative energy and find your way home. This is a common occurrence in an infinite universe. I hope negative energy never crosses your path. Good luck on your journey. 

Thursday, February 16, 2017

The First Amerikans

It's free!
There's a pot with two antennas, so when you look in it, you can see a picture of you and your grandfather, it cost $400.
It's land filled with water, dust, and air, but you have to pay for the book that has the ingredients, it cost $40.
The water is filtered but it's still water, it cost $30.
The people have many faces but they're still people and no matter who they are or how special they may seem, you still have to pay interest just to see them.
Two ships come to the dock, sailing away from death, where are the passports? By George, it's Thanksgiving Day!
Is that man selling his coffin to pay for his funeral?
Her boyfriend dreamed of a hit record so he made a love song about her and fell in love with his agent...she later found out that she wasn't in the dream.
Two drummers are looking for an electric guitar player for their band, but they forgot they need an audience to get paid, where are they now?
There's people walking by a skyscraper and someone is about to jump, I wonder if they see him on the edge of the top floor.
He never complains because nobody cares, so he curses in the mirror and then brushes his teeth.
He's google eyed from typing girl names in the search engine.
Is that genius drinking sugar water?
Is that a handicap sticker on the runway or is that airplane parked in the wrong spot?
Why is the president in church, I thought they were separated?
She has a wheelchair printed on her skin, what brand of skin is she wearing?
There's an ambulance driver saving someone who just got into a fight with the police.
He ran for office but now he's running from city hall and he just got elected president, what's the odds of that?
She's always in the mirror but never at home, how does that sound?
I see flags hanging upside down on my neighbors porch, I go to fix them and he gets upset with me, I thought he was a patriot.
She's single, filed her taxes, then got a brand new car, who did she claim?
I'm on a psych ward and I see America spelled "Amerika" and I have no clue why, I wonder if the person who wrote it lost their mind.
I'm still in the hospital and out of all the babies I see through the glass, there is one with his fist in the air. Oh wait, I see two fingers almost like the newborn is holding up the peace sign while all the other babies are crying. I wonder if the other babies are protesting? I sit and just soak up the moment not knowing if I'll ever be sane again, but at least I got to see the first Amerikans.