Saturday, May 23, 2020

A Life without Evil

The devil who?
 I’ve never heard of such a thing.
By god you’ve brainwashed me to only see and do good.
I know no evil.
Is that why the people around me hate me?
Do they hate me because all I do is good?
Look at my life, everything is right, I’ve never cursed or even thrown a fist to fight.
I’ve lived a life seeing, hearing and doing no evil.
The regulars they make fun of me, while they break the laws of the land.
The women joke about me because I’ve never been touched, they think something is wrong with me.
But I tell you nothing is wrong, only right! Only right! You hear?
What has become of my clean ways?
Look at all that I’ve accomplished. Why should I change?
What is evil?
Is it drunkenness?
Is it corruption?
Is it sloth, jealousy or greed?
Is it lust, sex and sin?
What is evil?
Look at the people when I walk by, for I set the standards, I alone raise the bar.
I’m the light in this dark world, for I’ve lived a life without evil.
There’s nothing boring in all the good that I’ve done, for I’ve enjoyed stitching a cloth of good.
I’m proud of it.
Better yet, I’ll continue on and make a quilt for the children in need.
Am I different? Am I sewn from a different cloth?
No, I say.
I’m just good.
Kneel before me, you should be blessed to be in my presence, for I alone have lived a life without evil.
Humbly bow before me, I’m showing you the way.
I shine and rise like the sun, turn night into day.
The planets and the entire universe revolve around me.
For I alone have lived a life without evil.

Thursday, May 21, 2020

No Way Out

It’s them again, they’re here.
First they transformed Bobby, they’re everywhere.
They got Peter too.
I turned on the radio to hear where they would be next.
I called Mom to see if she was okay, she didn’t answer.
They got her.
How do I escape? I’ve got no where to go.
They control everything.
The schools, the water, the food, the money—everything.
There’s no way out.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Kids

If you hide it, they’ll probably find it.
They’re watching you.
When you’re teaching them, they’re mainly hearing the stuff they’re interested in.
If you don’t guide them, they’ll find a leader, until they can do it themselves.
If it’s glass, there’s a good chance they’ll break it.
When no one is around, they’re  probably doing something they’re not suppose to do.
They crawl, they walk, they run, tangle, play and slide.
They smile, laugh, cry, and scream.
You give them sugar, they’ll want cream.
Some settle for the little things and some want it all.
What else can bring you down to earth more than a kid, put them all together and you got kids.
Get some rest before they wake up.
Make a budget because things add up.
Say no and feel their wrath.
Say yes, but think twice because if you give them an inch they’ll take a yard.
They’re Kids.
Little miniature humans that yearn for love and attention.
I can’t explain everything, but I’m sure a kid will try and figure it out.
Kids

Monday, May 11, 2020

The Possum’s Buffet

Eddie and Lisa would always put the trash out and wakeup to a driveway filled with garbage scattered everywhere.
“What are we going to do Eddie? There’s trash everywhere,” Lisa said standing in the driveway.
“Everything will be fine sweetheart, I promise,” Eddie replied, in assurance to his wife.
Pete was the head possum in charge, he had established a whole food network to feed hungry and poor possums all over the country.
“7057 West Blvd, is where we’re headed tonight gang. Ooh wee, that Miss Randle always cooks ribs on Fridays. I can’t wait to taste that Jack Staples barbecue sauce. It’s possum licking good baby. Do you see me vibrating? I can’t wait!” Pete said at his daily briefing.
After his daily briefing the possums headed to Miss Randle’s and as usual she had leftover ribs in the trash.
“Oh my word, ain’t it good Pee Wee,” Pete said, stuffing his face.
“Damn Pee Wee, save some for Miss Carleen,” Smiter, one of the junior possums said.
Pee Wee got upset, “You need to stop treating me like a baby, if it wasn’t for me, no one would have ever known about Eddie and Lisa’s fried chicken night.”
“He’s got a point there, now come on, we got just enough food for the camp,” Pete told the gang as they headed out.
“Wait, where’s Arcenio?”
“I’ma comin, almost forgot my bag cutter,” Arcenio said as they all headed home.
“I’m doing the cutting next time, you’re too slow. You got to slice in the down direction, it’s much faster,” Pee Wee explained to Arcenio.
The next day was simple, Pete laid out the ultimate plan to get in and out of the new bin that little Pee Wee had discover over Eddie and Lisa’s house.
“Alright gang, we’re headed into Eddie and Lisa’s territory. This is our second time, so I don’t plan on it being easy like it was before, but don’t worry, I got a plan if things don’t go our way. Good luck gang, let’s do it! Happy Meals Baby!” Pete said adjourning the meeting.
They all headed to Lisa and Eddie’s house. Pee Wee grabbed his blade and began to cut the trash bag open.
“Ahh Yeah, we almost in,” Pee Wee said.
Eddie then busted through the door with his gun out.
“Ahh hell nah, he got a gun! Let’s get the hell out of here,” Pee Wee said looking back for a head count.
In the midst of all of the commotion Smiter noticed that Pete was not running with them. Everyone stopped when they realized that Pete was still at the house.
“What is he doing?” Arcenio said as they all watched Pete from a distance.
Pee Wee put his blade away, “It looks like he’s talking Eddie down.”
When Eddie heard the possum talking he couldn’t believe it.
“Look Eddie, I’m sorry, let them go, there’s no need for guns. Lets iron this out like men, me and you,” Pete said as Eddie put down the gun.
“Listen if you want to eat my trash, at least clean up after yourselves. My wife don’t like it when she wakes up and there’s garbage everywhere,” Eddie explained.
“I’ll let everyone know, from now on Eddie, we’ll leave everything spic and span. I promise,” Pete said.
“Good, now go on and catch up with your friends,” Eddie replied waiving Pete off.
Pete now had Pee Wee’s full attention, “So what he say?”
Smiter wanted in too,“Yeah, what did he say?”
“He said we can eat, but we just have to clean up after ourselves. I’m sorry guys, but I couldn’t give that house up. Lisa’s chicken made be break the possum code of never talking to a human,” Pete said to his boys as they headed back home.
After that day, every house the possums hit they cleaned up after themselves. They soon noticed that people were leaving out extra stuff for them to eat. With less trash, it was less work for the garbage man. Possums and humans all around the country started signing contracts. The president even passed the Possum Buffet Act, giving every possum the right to eat trash as long as they cleaned up after themselves. Once raccoons heard about this they got in on the Buffet Act too.
The End.

Sunday, May 10, 2020

All I have are my Words on Paper

Some fight, some play sports, some use drugs, some cry and some move on...
Some have an instrument to play for the world...
Some sing and rap too...
Some kill and chase their enemies to the death...
What’s a poor soul to do until his last breath,
I’ll write it all down in a story,
I’m sure it’ll fulfill someone’s glory...
All I’ve every really had were my words on paper.
A lot of people fall in love, I’ve written that story too,
Some fail, some try again, and stick to one person like glue...
Some people find faults in their search for perfection,
In that search they often end up with a fault collection...
Many of us are in places where we don’t belong,
and many of us will do anything to get where we want to be.
No shame, no glory, just me with my pen and pad writing with glee...
All I’ve ever really had were my words on paper.
When my time here is over and the boss calls me home,
The last sentence I’ll probably write, I promise won’t be long.
It’ll be brief, with a map to a buried treasure deep underneath a tree;
With a mountain of books to set the world free.
In it you’ll also find bird feathers and some ink with instructions telling you what to do;
It’ll be a design to stitch wings custom made by a draper,
So you can learn to fly and spray paint one of my poems on the top of a sky scraper;
Oh no, that sky scraper never belonged to me, I’m as helpless as a grain of salt with no shaker,
I told you, all I’ve ever really had were my words on paper.




Friday, May 8, 2020

Lion Heart

Some say a man should be judged by his accomplishments, but this is a different story. It’s a story that puts choices on the minds of those forced to fight. David was a businessman in a small country searching for a stable form of government. He was just a bricklayer who specialized in building brick walls. The other business leaders never understood how and why people would work for a man like David because his mentality was a little different. A student of ethics, no one ever saw David as a threat and no man wanted much to do with an independent thinker. While David enjoyed the comfort of his wife and daughter, a particular mouth shooter soon rose to power and dragged every nation into a war. David saw no reason to leave his family to fight for a mouth shooting leader who put fear in his enemies by telling them he heard from the Gods. Once word got out that one man stood down and dwelled in the presence of poor and left for dead people, David became a target.
“Who is brave enough to challenge the rule of law? If no man wants to fight, he is a coward in the eyes of the Gods,” Julius the Great said as one of his concubines fed him grapes.
“David, the bricklayer has locked him and his family in their home, they refuse to fight, Sir,” John said, trembling in the presence of Julius the Great.
“David, the bricklayer, he has no army, bring him to his knees,” Julius the Great declared.
“Yes, I will do that Sir. I will bring David to his knees.”
John went to gather his men, but word soon got to David that the ruling party now had it out for him. David had nothing to fight with, he didn’t own a gun and he wasn’t very skilled outside of his trade, but he was brave and had the heart of a lion. He and his family hid in a shelter underneath his home until John and his men went away.
David’s wife was now concerned, “They’re challenging you, because you refuse to fight. We will go stay with grandma Edith, but I want you to listen to me. Follow your heart David, it’s the gift that our God gave you to survive. No one will fight for us David, our people are all lost in the ways of the rich and powerful. Run and hide in the woods until the dust settles,” David’s wife Lilly said.
David spent three days hiding and dodging Julius’s men until the day he found out they had captured his family. Arriving to find a broken entrance at grandma Edith’s, David became furious. He picked up his daughter’s toy slingshot off of the floor.
 “I have no choice but to fight,” he said to himself, looking at a painting of him and his family on the wall.
The heat from the sun scorched his family as they were set to kneel at the feet of Julius the Great.
“I assemble my men to fight Lilly and your husband refuses. Am I not honorable by giving them a choice? The Gods have called for war, it is written that we must fight,” Julius the Great says, looking down at David’s family.
“We have served you great leader. Why do you torment us? David sees no need for war, the world is tired,” Lilly says, sweating and exhausted from running and hiding before being captured then brought to kneel before Julius.
“The Gods speak to me Lilly, do they speak to David also? I alone have been sent to revive the hearts of men. We were made for war, we were made to fight,” Julius says kicking dust in the face of David’s daughter Lillian.
In the search for his family, David’s heart led him to them, he listened to his wife and followed his heart. Reaching down to grab his canteen from his belt, he heard his daughter screaming from afar. He then ran through a bunch of high bushes in the direction of the scream only to be blocked by a huge wooden gate. Peeking through the wooden gate, David saw his family kneeling and being whipped while Julius watched. He did everything he could to get over the gate but it was to high, so he followed it to the guarded entrance.
“I submit myself to Julius,” David said to one of the guards.
“David, you have nothing to fight with, you’re trash, our people have become weak, Julius has made us strong, he will crush you. We see justice in the mouth shooter. You fight for poor stupid people who  have nothing left, do you see them bearing arms to help you? Julius has our entire government under his thumb. Save yourself and get out of here,” the guard says.
“He has my family, I have to save them,” David said.
“David, if I let you through and you lose, then I will die. Julius hears the voices of the Gods. What voice do you hear that tells you not to fight with us?” the guard asked.
“I don’t know, I can just feel when something is right and wrong, I don’t know where the feeling comes from. Maybe it’s my God,” David says, hearing his wife screaming.
The guards began laughing, “He is fooled by the voices in his head, go ahead and be killed by Julius the Great. I’ll make sure they write ‘Lion Heart’ on your grave,” the other guard says.
David then rushes past the guards into Julius’s courtyard to save his family.
“Daddy, no!” David’s daughter Lillian screams watching her father standing there with only a rock and a slingshot.
“Little David, you come to challenge me, Julius the Great? You, of all men. You should be kneeling when in my presence, after all I’ve provided for our people, but you challenged me. You’re only a bricklayer, you have no skills, don’t be a fool. I alone possess the power from the Gods, by what authority do you have to defy my orders? Now, enough talk, let the smashing begin,” Julius says charging David.
David grips his daughter’s slingshot, and quickly places his sharp rock on the sling, he pulls back then let’s go and as Julius got closer and closer his head was slightly tilted then bam, the rock punched right through the temple of his head. Julius staggers and falls to his death. At the sight of this, word soon spread like wildfire that David had defeated Julius the Great. At this moment the course of time had changed dramatically, people all over the world had found a new story to believe in, a new vision was born. David had introduced the people to a strength that came from within, he introduced them to a strength that came from the heart. At the end of his journey when he died, the coroner noticed that his heart was the size of three fist put together. Til this day David’s story lives on. His daughter published it in a book called: “Lion Heart.” God dealt the world the king of hearts.
The End.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

R&B Andy

On every last Saturday of the month during the school year, 80808 West Blvd Rd, Route 1 East was the spot. Andy was his name, he was named after his uncle Andy Brown who died running from a speeding ticket. R&B was Andy’s game. He was an odd ball and everyone thought he was crazy but they knew whom to call when they needed Rhythm & Blues. New styles can start in some strange places, Andy’s journey started out in his parent’s garage in the rural area of Briansville Ohio.
“Frank, Andy’s in the garage again,” Gina, Andy’s mother said to his father while looking out of her bedroom window.
After about two hours she decided to go check on him. From afar, she heard some amazing sounds. The garage was jumpin, and the windows were all fogged up. When she opened up the garage side door, Andy was standing on a big wide crate at the other end of the garage with his juicy jerry curl, singing his heart out in some glitter gold slacks with his band playing by his side. The garage was packed, girls from all around the area came to hear his music. They all came to listen to the new king of R&B, “R&B Andy Love.” Andy’s mother pushed through the crowd of girls in her huge garage to get to her son.
“Andy, what is all this? What are you doing with no shirt on?”
“It’s the music Ma. Don’t you feel it? The ladies love the sounds, it makes them feel alive and loved. The music has power, don’t you feel Larry’s cords, if you want something a bit more up tempo let me know. I have to produce so the world will make more babies. That’s my duty,” Andy explained to his mother with his microphone away from his face while the rest of his body gyrated to the music.
She took a second look at what her son had been accomplishing all this time,
“Did you charge at the door?”
“Oh yeah, you passed up Big Steve, he’s collecting at the door, CDs on sale too.”
Gina gave her son a thumbs-up and eased her way out of the session.
On Mother’s Day he bought her a new car with his savings and asked her to be his manager.
She accepted and Momma was always there, she didn’t miss a beat, and when people needed rhythm and blues they knew whom to call. Just think, everyone thought Andy was crazy until he found a band and a microphone.
And that’s the story of R&B Andy, A.K.A Andy Love.

Monday, May 4, 2020

Let G.O...D

I’m about to get inside my car and I see a black cat hobbling in a parking lot that sells funeral tombstones. Apparently the cat must’ve hurt his leg and had no one to turn to. There was something revealing about this situation. I get in the car and the image of the black cat hurting stays in my head. I can’t let go. Driving and trembling, it’s like I could feel the cat’s pain. He’s just an animal. To clear my mind, I decide to go clean out my car. There used to be a free vacuum cleaner in a nearby town that I’d been going to quite often, I guess the owner took my advice because it now cost a dollar. One of my favorite quotes is: “Nothing is free.” I keep thinking about that black cat. My mom tells me all the time that my grandfather used to tell her that it’s bad luck if a black cat crosses your path, but that’s superstitious, I don’t believe that. On my way to the vacuum, another black cat runs across the street; I just keep driving. I could save on gas if I go to a vacuum that’s closer, I keep thinking, so I turn around and the closest place doesn’t have a vacuum. What’s the odds of that? I just give-in. Why change-up now? I just drive to the one I’m used to driving to. When I arrive, I notice a sign on the building, the sign reads: “God is talking, are we listening?” I pause for a second and reflect on the things I often forget. I take a moment and think of the black cat that I could’ve helped. I take a moment and think about all of the people lost. The hardest part about life sometimes is accepting the things you can’t fix. The black cat will heal because G.O.D. made him that way. G.O.D. gave him a healing system just like every other creature. The smartest person in the world figured that some things we can’t control and some things we can’t get to in time to save. I’m sure that’s when the person wrote G.O.D. in the equation. Some things are just out of our control. On your journey through life when this phenomenon takes place, you’ll have to accept it and let G.O...D.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

“A Champion!”

We were deep in the playoffs; something had jumped in to my man Shaw, I mean this dude had hit just about every shot he put up. This was serious. I was like, “Dude, is yo life on the line?” He was divin’ on the floor, making key steals and even gettin’ in the referee’s face. He even called key plays, right out of the coaches playbook. Somethin’ supernatural was in ol’boy. Late fourth quarter—man turned into a beast. Throwin’ his towel, screamin’ at fans. He even dunked on an old classmate. I think it was Sissy’s little brother, then he gave him his daddy look when he gave him the business. Poster shots. It was no mercy, no apologies type stuff. The point guard Jerry was out partyin’ the night before a key game and Shaw went Planet of the Apes on the little dude, came in like Koba and dragged Jerry right out of the party, made him go home and go to bed. He was like: “Dude, not until we get that trophy!” Shaw was serious, he wanted to win and when we did, they called him one thing: “A Champion!” How does that sound? Even at practice, they called him one thing: “A Champion!”

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

The Tomato Garden

“It’s harvesting time,” Terry said to his beautiful new wife.
In a purple colored T-shirt, she tiptoed across the garden. She could feel the tender soil seeping through the cracks of her toes. Her huge afro puffs dangling, greased, sparkling like glitter reflecting the sun.
“Now remember, don’t eat any tomatoes or surly you will lose me,” Karah said giggling, leading the way into the tomato garden.
Walking deeper into the garden, Terry could smell the freshness of nature, he could feel life blossoming all around him. Basking in the moment, Terry then hears a voice.
“Terry,  it’s me Amos, your neighbor.”
“Amos, where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you,” Terry replied, looking around.
“You’re wife told me I could have as many tomatoes as I needed so I ate one and turned into one. What kinda voodoo do you and her got going on here? Help me out, so I can get back like you in my human body,” Amos said.
Feeling the pressure, Terry had a flash back from a past relationship, things seem to never add up since he’d gotten married. Being a new husband he wondered if he could trust his wife, if she truly loved him, but the sight of a tomato talking to him had set off some serious nerves.
A few feet away, Terry’s wife took notice, “ Terry sweetie, who are you talking to?”
“Ahh. I’m just saying my grace baby...just saying my grace...that’s all.” Terry replied.
Terry began to sweat, his thoughts began to race as the sun beamed down on him with not a cloud in the sky.
“Karah, who told you we couldn’t eat any of these precious tomatoes?”
Karah went from singing a catchy tune to concerned.
“I was just being sarcastic honey, now come closer so we can enjoy this beautiful day together.”
“Don’t listen to her Terry, help me. She knows that if you save me, the truth will come out. Don’t you want to know the truth. Who needs a beautiful wife and family when you can see the truth. Now save me so I can be human again. All you have to do is eat a tomato and your eyes will be open.
Under pressure, Terry turned to his wife,
“Karah, let’s get the hell out of here, the tomatoes are alive.”
In a calm voice, Karah gets up, after she had made herself comfortable on a blanket spread out on a patch of grass beside the garden.
“I know the tomatoes are alive baby, they’re alive so we can be fed. So we can eat them. We planted the seeds and then they grew. Stop being so silly, she walks over to her husband and picks Amos from a patch of tomatoes and takes a bite.
“Now you have some sweetie.”
Trusting his wife, Terry takes a bite of the tomato then Amos’s spirit enters his body while Terry’s transfers into a tomato.
Unknowingly, Terry and his wife fell into another man’s trap, Amos was a lost soul who lusted for an innocent man’s wife. Being Terry’s neighbor, Amos asked a witch to help Terry’s wife fall in love with him. The witch turned Amos into a tomato and put a curse on him. The only way he could have Terry’s wife was if he were eaten by Terry. She told Amos that as long as he didn’t eat any tomatoes from the garden, he would replace Terry but only a tomato from the garden and true love could stop him from having Terry’s wife. Amos spent 3 days in Terry’s body trying to fulfill his lustful desires but after the third day Terry’s wife caught on, she knew something wasn’t right. Reflecting on the day in the tomato garden, she began to add things up. Figuring it had something to do with the tomatoes, Karah went into the garden and picked every tomato she could find and made tomato soup. Even a newlywed knows her husband so one day when Amos came home, Karah wouldn’t touch him.
“Is everything okay sweetheart?” Amos asked, noticing a different mood from Karah.
“Oh, I’m fine, do you want to try some of my new soup? I got it from the grocery store,” Karah said.
Hungry and yielding to Karah’s cunning charm, Amos began to eat the soup only to turn back into a tomato.
Back in his body, Terry and his wife fell deeper in love. Seeing that she caught on to another man’s tricks, Terry knew that his wife truly loved him because she saved him from the wrath of spending the rest of his life as a tomato. Amos’s trick only lasted three days and got him nowhere, while Terry and his wife lived happily ever after.
The End.

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Falling

Derrick had a story to tell, he just didn’t know whom to tell it to. A combat veteran, and often alone, one night he encounters a spirit with seven rings.
“Derrick, I’ve come to talk to you. God sent me, he’s heard your prayers,” the spirit said.
Derrick wakes up and sees no one. Sweating, he grabs his crutches, then hobbles to the bathroom to take his medicine. The life of a war veteran can be strange in the middle of the night. Memories are usually what keeps a vet up. Noticing his bandage falling off, Derrick starts screaming at the mirror in rage.
“Do you give up? Old friend.”
“Who’s there? Leave me alone,” Derrick said, looking around only to see no one.
“I’ve come to talk to you, to give you a message from the other side. Tomorrow you’ll find one of my rings on the floor. When you put it on, all of your pain will be healed. You made it through the war for a reason Derrick, but you have one more war to fight.”
The voice then fades away while Derrick tightens up his bandage and grabs his crutches, only to fall to the floor in pain.
“Somebody help me! Somebody help me please!” He shouted, with no one answering.
“God help me, please.”
Feeling his medicine kicking in and tired from all the pain, he falls to sleep on the bathroom floor. He then begins to dream. In his dream he sees his ex-wife.
“Linda, Linda, is that you?” He asked, but she pushes him away.
When she pushes him, he begins to fall. The falling wakes him up. In another cold sweat on the bathroom floor he notices a ring underneath the toilet, it looks like his wedding ring. It had to be about three or four in the morning because the house was still dark. In agony, Derrick slowly picks the ring up and puts it on his finger. After he does this, something magical begins to take place. He’s healed and feels no more pain.
“Oh my God, it’s a miracle. I can walk,” he said, out loud.
The floor screeches as he feels his feet hitting the dry dirty wood. In the midst of his excitement he notices a face in the mirror hanging on his closet door, out of the corner of his eye, he can see it while standing still.
“Who’s there?” He asked.
“It’s me, the man with six rings. I want you to keep my seventh ring, it looks good on you,” the man said.
Derrick straightens up.
“What do you want from me? What do you want in return, for healing me?” Derrick asked.
“Derrick, I want you to be happy. Do what your brothers on the battlefield would do if they were to live. Do what’s right and I promise you, you’ll never feel pain again. I want you to stop having so many regrets, just use what you’ve learned from being alone as a force to help you be the best man you can be. That’s the war you have to win. In forty years, I’ll be back to check on you.”
The man then fades away.
Still in disbelief, Derrick opens the doorway to his closet and sees nothing but black, he mistakenly steps in and begins falling again, only to wake up in another cold sweat.
Feeling no pain, he looks at the clock on the wall, gets out of bed and realizes that his dream was real. He then takes a shower, puts his clothes on, eats breakfast, brushes his teeth, and heads to his doctor’s appointment. He feels refreshed, in light of the fact that he was able to do these things for the first time in a long time with no pain.
“Derrick, where are your crutches, and why did you remove your bandages?” His doctor asked, examining his healed wounds.
“Something happened to me last night.”
“What? What happened? You look like a whole new man.”
“I had a dream, a dream that I was falling. I don’t remember much before that, I woke up and now I’m healed,” Derrick explained to his doctor.
Derrick’s story soon spread throughout the whole world. Headline after headline made the news about a fallen forgotten solder who was miraculously healed in his dreams. Derrick had given every veteran and active duty soldier something to believe in. The country was on the brink of collapsing until he had come back on the scene. Derrick had done everything right, he lived his life and forty years later the spirit came back while Derrick was asleep on the couch.
“You did it,” the man with six rings said.
“I did what?” Derrick replied.
“Because of you, they’ll never forget another fallen soldier again. You alone gave them the strength to remember. My work here is done. Carry on soldier, you won the war,”
the man with six rings said beginning to fade away.
“Wait, will I ever see you again?”
The man pauses and looks Derrick in the eyes.
“You dreamed that you were falling, but now you rise. When your life is complete, you’ll be like every soldier who falls down so that his country can face the ultimate test of remembrance. Me and your brothers will be waiting for you on the other side. Thanks for putting my ring to good use. One day it’ll be your halo.”
The man with six rings solutes Derrick, then fades away.
Derrick later remarried and lived the rest of his life as a family man. His story still lives on in every soldier fighting on the battlefield today. A story about a fallen forgotten soldier who got back up and pulled off a miracle. On his tombstone it read: “You can only learn to get back up after falling.”
The End.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Extreme Scripted Democracy

Fade In
MIKE: So what’s the word boss?
CRUZE: The President just choked the Surgeon General on global television, we’re at war with each other in the midst of madness. What else is new?
(CRUZE gets up and walks to the window.)
MIKE: Well, he fired everybody last week. What can we do? He’s the President.
CRUZE: Get on the phone with the leaders of the shadow government.
MIKE: No ones heard from them since the virus started spreading.
CRUZE: Damn! Everything’s falling apart. You know MIKE this job used to be simple. You came in, took orders and then got things done. Now the laws are all upside down. Everyone just does whatever the hell they want to do.
MIKE: Well, do you want to pull out (MIKE pauses and slowly grabs his brass knuckles out of his pocket) the “Whatever Act?”
CRUZE: Hell yeah, let’s do whatever the hell we want to do for a change, then when things get better and the dust settles, everything will be back to normal. Everybody for themselves.
(MIKE and CRUZE leave the room and start saying and doing whatever the hell they want as they enter a press conference.)
MIKE: You know CRUZE, I never liked you.
(CRUZE pushes MIKE into a reporter and smacks him over the head with a flag pole.)
CRUZE: I know this is what you reporters have been waiting for, so we’re going to give you what you want. A real congressional, aggressive, state of the union brawl and debate for your viewers.
(CRUZE begins to choke MIKE right in the middle of the conference. He takes MIKE by the hair and puts his face up to the camera.)
CRUZE: Hey! Jennifer, you work for CSB NEWS right? Get that camera over here, I have a message for the country.
(Jennifer gracefully puts the camera on the action.)
CRUZE: My fellow countrymen and countrywomen, the “Whatever Act” is in full effect. We’re going to do whatever the hell we want to do because the whole world has done whatever the hell they want to do with your tax dollars.
(CRUZE takes MIKE by the head and shoves the “Whatever Act” paper in his mouth.)
CRUZE: And to all of you new citizens, welcome to the Wild-Wild-West!
(CRUZE then takes MIKE’s head then puts it to the camera again.)
CRUZE: Spit out the “Whatever Act” and tell the people: “The stimulus money is on its way.”
MIKE: The stimulus money is on its way.
(A lawn chair comes flying through the window.)
Fade to black.

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Little Willie


Little Willie knew what he wanted, but everyone else wanted the same thing, they just kept it quiet.
They all sat at the dinner table waiting for their moment.
Little Willie’s chances of getting what he wanted were very slim with everyone else wanting the same thing.
Being disabled and watching the look on everyone’s face, Little Willie knew he had to move fast.
He soon realized that some bodily functions couldn’t be controlled and once something is in high demand you got to run like the Easter bunny to get it before someone else does.
So what did Little Willie want?
Well, let’s just say when he got it,
he felt as good as a chicken laying eggs.
That’s a real story about Little Willie.

Sunday, April 5, 2020

35,000 Years in the Dark

She was dark brown, wool like hair with rainbow eyes. She was tender, very loving, unique—she could see in the dark, and Tubs had been her only friend since he met her 12 years ago. Her name was Magdalene Jones and oddly, Tubs had never touched her. I guess women have a story too, but Magdalene had a secret to tell and only one man was patient enough to listen.
“Oh, I won’t tell your secret, I swear,” Tubs told Magdalene.
She smiled, assured by his words.
“35,000 years ago I was pushed back and resurrected into the dark. I was told by God that if I woke up in the light, I would die instantly. I don’t want to live in the dark anymore Tubs. The people who live in the dark are foul creatures, it’s like they have no soul, they’re lost. It’s scary what people do in the dark Tubs. I have not felt a day of mercy until I met you. I wish I were never resurrected. I’ve watched over the people in the dark for 35,000 years. I’ve been raped, sold for porn, and even robbed working the night shift, how do I passover Tubs?” Magdalene asked.
Tubs looks at her in deep sorrow, “I’m sorry to hear that Magdalene. It sounds like the only way to pass over, is you must go into the light.”
Magdalene began to cry, “I’ll die Tubs, I’ve lived in the dark for 35,000 years. I’m afraid of what’s on the other side.”
“Magdalene, you can’t continue to live like this. I’m the only man that will tell you the truth. You’re not a lady of the night anymore. I won’t let you believe that,” Tubs said.
“If I go into the light, who will be here for you?” Magdalene asked.
“I’ll go into the light with you, I’ll save us both from this pit that we live in,” Tubs replied.
They both went to bed for the first time together at 9 o’clock and still Tubs didn’t touch her. They awoke to a ray of sunshine. They both walked into the light only to be reborn, never to walk in the darkness again. They were saved, the weight of living in the darkness with needles, prostitution, criminals and rapist was over. No more suffering. After they crossed over, the stars were born. How merciful of her to leave something behind, Ms. Magdalene Jones.
35,000 years in the dark.

Friday, April 3, 2020

Judah The Gentle Lion

This is what happens when a gentle lion brings a gift to a wild tiger.
“You’re kind.” Willis the tiger said to the gentle lion.
“I’m kind because I believe we can share the jungle, and live peacefully together,” Judah, the gentle lion replied.
Seeing these two talk gave the animals in the jungle hope for peace, but everyone knew Willis could not be trusted. Judah was often made fun of because he was a kind lion, probably the kindest the pride had ever seen, at least in their lifetime. Some of the animals felt that he was sent from the God of lions because of their mercy to the animals. Willis saw his kindness as a weakness and wanted slave labor in the jungle. In a power struggle he went to the bats.
“Willis, what brings you to our cave?” Felix the bat asked.
“I’ve come to make a deal.”
The other bats flocked over to hear the conversation. Felix stood tall representing his flock.
“What deal does a tiger make with a bat?” Felix asked.
“I need your saliva to release a fatal disease to kill off the lions so I can take over the jungle. We can attack them at night, all you and your flock have to do is bite them when they’re asleep, they won’t see it coming.” Willis explained.
“What do we get in return?”
“I’ll give you full reign of the night.”
Felix and his flock were overjoyed,
“We will take your offer and help you destroy the gentle lion and his pride.”
Zion, the jungle crow, who was the most cunning out of all of the birds in the jungle, overheard the conversation and saw an opportunity to make a deal with the gentle lion.
“Judah, I bring news to you,” Zion said.
Judah began to walk with Zion, the jungle crow.
“What news do you bring, Zion?”
“Willis the tiger has made a deal with Felix and his flock. He wants you and your pride dead so he can rule the jungle and make us all his slaves,” Zion explained.
“He has taken my kindness for a weakness,” Judah replied.
“Yes, and I want to help you for a small favor,” Zion said.
Judah stopped in his tracks, “What do you want?”
“I want my family back from the dead. The birds of the air say you can raise the dead and we want to help you rule the sky.”
“It is so, Zion, lead Willis to me and you and your flock handle his army of bats then after I defeat him in battle, I’ll bring back your family so you can spend the rest of your life with them. A bird that desires his family is a good bird, a bird with a heart, noble enough to rule the sky.”
Zion took Judah’s word and led Willis to Judah, Willis had no clue that Zion and Judah made a truce.
Willis planned to attack Judah and his pride in the night, when he reached Judah and called for the bats to bite it was too late, Zion and his flock of jungle crows trapped Felix and his flock in their cave.
Judah stood tall, “You would betray a gentle lion.”
Willis didn’t back down, “I betrayed you because you’re weak. I was made to eat flesh not live in peace with a gentle pussycat.”
Willis attacked Judah with the assumption that he would be an easy win, but Judah was far from weak, he ripped out Willis’s eyes and left him blind in a field of wild leopards. The leopards spared Willis because Judah had promised peace unless an animal became hostile. Judah also resurrected Zion’s family. He kept his promise. When all of the animals saw this, they now knew that the God of lions had sent Judah. Seeing that he had performed a miracle in the midst of darkness, he stood tall on the top of a hill and roared. No one ever took his kindness for a weakness again.
“I would rather serve a gentle lion, rather than an oppressive wild tiger any day,” Zion, the jungle crow concluded.
The End.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

What cured Brandy Lou

“Has anyone noticed good old Brandy Lou; by George, I don’t think she’s ever been sick?”
David said, closing his book, preparing to spit.
Everyone paid no attention, outside sitting on hay; David was teaching no one, safe to say.
Then Tasha coughed and frightened everyone away, it was no later than noon, probably about midday.
“Germs are bad Tasha and you’re always sick,” Teresa said, smacking her with a stick.
“You just coughed, oh my,” Brenda replied.
Brandy Lou laughed and waived goodbye,
“I run, I jog, I walk, and climb, my body is in shape and I believe I can fly. My mind is clear, I eat berries and fruits, unlike you pigs who eat trash and artificial roots. You take medicines with harmful side-effects and drink alcohol until your liver bleeds, I jump and climb mountains and look at the top of the trees. When you see something big, you run and hide, but I’m so in shape, my body glides. I fight the fight because my immune system is intact, while you give up the guts, I laugh because your immune system is wack. No need to hate, just do what I do, and I promise you’ll conquer any disease that kills. I’m here to show you a trick stronger than pills.”
          Everyone began to follow good old Brandy Lou with all of her vitamin C, she was so healthy the sun reflected her vitamin D. The doctors smiled when she walked by, for they knew healthy, it’s what made them spy. Good exercise and a good diet, that’s the secret weapon to Brandy Lou.  If everyone were like her, the doctors wouldn’t have hardly anything to do, for they would have to take all of their medicines and find the flu. You see, death and disease are one in the same, but a good healthy body is what cures the pain. Look at how she glows, that’s what cured Brandy Lou, and when the virus came she hadn’t a cough in sight, her immune system was so strong that it won the fight. The virus didn’t stand a chance, the natural laws of nature just need to be obeyed, Brandy Lou was so smart for she was cured in days. Exercise, and good eating habits are what cured Brandy Lou, I dare you to try it, I’m giving you a clue. A clue to treat your body right, not only in the day but also at night.
Like a farmer and hay, like a baby turning blue, by George, good habits are what cured Brandy Lou.

Friday, March 27, 2020

Life

Some days you’ll feel great, some days you won’t.
Some days you won’t feel good enough, some days you will.
Some days you’ll see death all around you, some days you won’t.
There are some things you won’t know, and some things you will.
One day you’ll be a winner and one day you won’t, it’s life.
Just keep going and keep your cool, do what you can in your lifetime.
It’s unpredictable at times, it’s frustrating, and it’s all good, it’s life.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Purpose

All my life I’ve tried to be perfect only to learn a lesson.
Some people make a great moment look so easy.
I guess we all have dreams, visions, and hopes...
Like a kid wanting to be a rock star.
I’ve made mistakes only to see dark clouds come...
I’ve had feelings of love only to have those feelings fade away.
Try getting your heart ripped out and waking up the next morning, it’s embarrassing,
Everyone standing around watching the tower fall.
What’s the purpose?
Is it the good guy facing the bad guy?
Is it god and the devil?
In the heat of the battle, ten men fall to their knees, in hopes of making it home,
Some see light at the end of the tunnel, some don’t.
No will to win, no more strength to fight.
Left behind, while the others carry-on without me.
It’s dark, I see disease and people dying all around me.
I must be here for a reason.
I don’t think it’s to be rich and famous, I think it’s to rise every morning and shine like the sun.
That’s my purpose; to shine, even with nothing left...
To shine...
Even with no audience, just me, the moon and the stars.
Head held high through it all, as tall as the pyramids reaching to the sky...
Every day of the week, right on time.
My purpose is to shine like the sun.
Amen, Amun and Amon, I rise.
To fall down only to rise again the next day...
To shine like the sun.
Do you see your purpose...
You too can fall and rise again, better yet, let’s rise together.
Our purpose is to not stay down.
Let’s fight the fight...
Our purpose is to get up.
From night to day,
Our purpose is to shine like the sun.
🌞
We fall...
We resurrect...
We rise...
We shine...
That’s our purpose.

Monday, March 23, 2020

The Dancer

People called her kind.
The truth is, the people were just stupid, she was a dancer.
She taught the stupid people how to dance because that is what made her happy.
Dancing was her profession, that’s what she was designed to do.
She charged those who could afford and those who couldn’t paid later.
Dancing was what she loved, the profession got her in tight situations but she danced her way out.
In hard times, she danced.
In good times, she danced.
She soon developed a reputation for being too kind so she put a sign up on her wall that read:
You are you who you are and I am who I am.
I can’t change that.
When you come to me to learn how to dance we make a deal and when you take over the world don’t forget who taught you how to dance.
It seems that once a person develops a reputation, people often think they’ve figured them out.
This is the part of the story that is complicated. The dancer soon got in another tight spot and she was older now with aches and pains. She needed money and no one would dare bail her out because they couldn’t. She put a gun up to her head and came to the conclusion that she was going to kindly kill herself. Suicide can be very interesting. It’s a moment when a person has pretty much reached a dead end. Strange things happen at this time and time usually clicks in seconds until the suicide is complete. As she sat there with the gun, her clock alarm went off and it was her favorite song. She put the gun down and with her aches and pains got on her dance floor and began to dance. After her moment, she sold everything she had and got out of debt. She lived to the golden age of 58. At her funeral, everyone she was kind to showed up. When the music began to play, she jumped out of the casket and began to dance. Everyone she was kind to started screaming and got the hell out of the building. She was the new Jesus story, she resurrected. She did her favorite dance the sea walk all around her casket. By god she was walking on water. It’s a good thing the funeral parlor had mirrors. As long as there was a tune she could live forever. When the music stopped she got back in the casket and got some rest until the next song came on.
The πŸ’ƒπŸ» Dancer πŸ•ΊπŸΌ

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Random

Two birds are fighting in the middle of the street, they must be tweeting.
A nurse and a doctor keep looking at me, it must be because I have an RNA DNA shirt on, they feel the connection.
My phone screen is cracked but it still works, hey look, I’m touching broken glass.
Today, tomorrow, then next month, maybe next lifetime. She’ll never answer.
Why, what and when? She’ll probably never call either.
This guy is walking across the street with his pants falling down, why does the guy in the car next to me look like he wants to hit the gas?
I stayed on the phone with a customer service representative for three hours and still got a shutoff notice.
Her dog is lifting his leg with his tongue out and he’s waging his tail. Ha.
Umm, ahh and oh, is that a virus sitting on the counter?
Just when I thought the world could be figured out, I was wrong:
It’s Random.

Friday, March 20, 2020

THE ENEMY NEVER SLEEPS

The goal of the writer is to give you time to wonder and not wear out your physical ability, but to feed your mental state so you can relax.
From birth we have to somehow learn, we have to equip ourselves to survive.
Some thought is given and some thought is earned.
Think, take a different look, a different point of view...
Take another angle, focus-in, and you might see things differently.
I was once warned of a force, a force that breeds pestilence and filth.
I was once warned of a place, a place of eternal torment.
Who shall dare challenge such a force?
What champion will face off against this enemy?
An enemy that kills while you sleep.
An enemy that steals and feeds off of the innocent.
In the battle of comfort, one must be reminded that there’s not much rest in the wild.
You can run, and you can hide, but the reality is that the jungle is a hostile place.
Take notice of the enemy... he watches you.
Take notice of old stories about the blood on the door so he passes by.
How easy it is to let your guard down—even in good times, he watches at that time too.
His job is to kill, steal, and destroy.
In religion he or she is known as the devil, with many other names.
In ancient Kemet he’s known as the god of murder and chaos, Seth, to balance out the natural laws of nature, leaving mortal thinkers to ask why.
Even in Egypt all power was in the hands of those in charge yet Moses did the impossible.
Even when all is figured out, the old stories never change.
Even in miracles, one must keep an open eye.
Be mindful of those you curse, be watchful of those you scar... even in death, even in disease, the enemy never sleeps.
Things must be balanced and those you call lazy, careless, good for nothing cheaters are probably his servants.
Some old writers call them the enemy’s sons and daughters.
A fair thinker who can only take so much, must build a bridge over the bottomless pit and outsmart something that never sleeps, while keeping purpose in mind. Wisdom is immortal because a seed is small but it somehow grows to give off fruit. It makes no sense to fight the enemy with a force that he knows all so well.
Be wise in times like these brethren, do not wear yourselves out fighting the enemy. Take some time and rejoice in your labor. If you create enemies, keep working, their only goal is to see you suffer and stop your work. Rejoice in the fight, and leave some of the battle to the supernatural powers. No one person alone can save the world with flesh and bone, elevate your thoughts. This is the force that creates miracles. Does all knowledge come from man alone? If you look back you’ll notice that a step at a time gets you to the top floor and even a mistake can prove a genius wrong. The builder had no clue that his invention would help you escape the enemy.
Keep climbing, heaven awaits you at the top floor; where the enemy can’t enter.
On your journey never forget:
THE ENEMY NEVER SLEEPS

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Discover

Why cry, there’s so much to see...
Why be depressed when you can climb a tree...
Discover...
Fly...
Take a walk...
Read a book...
Find some time to peek and look...
Be positive...
Let your heart be light...
A bitter soul can do nothing but fight...
In your down time, plant a flower or a tree...
And if you think no one cares, you’re wrong the sun shines for free...
Discover it’s colors that seem invisible...
Discover the light that keeps you warm...
Discover crop circles made on a farm...
Don’t hold back,
Discover something new...
Discover even when time leaves you no clue...
Discover a rose in the cement...
Turn an assumption into a fact...
A whole new world, discover a shack...
Discover...discover...discover, find out why the sky is blue...
Most of all, discover a new side of you...
Take a break, make something right, who knows you might even find a new star at night...
Discover...discover...discover.

Monday, March 16, 2020

The Deal Maker

Clever of him to call at a time like this.
I just got everything in order and his people need him the most.
Last month we exchanged a chicken for a cow, this month he wants my land.
Twenty million here, twenty million there.
He somehow keeps dealing me out of a good hand.
I get gold, he deals me beautiful women.
I get land, he deals me an army.
How does he do it?
Hmm...
When I say no, he always increases the offer.
A kettle for corn, a shoe for foot, he’s always making an offer.
His weakness is he can’t deal with the poor, I see, he only deals with someone who has something to offer.
When I have nothing to offer, my phone doesn’t ring.
When I have a lot, my phone rings and it’s him, what’s the odds?
I notice he always has people around him.
They must be afraid of losing everything too.
He often sits and waits.
Two days, three days, just enough to increase the stakes.
Some deals he makes in private, some deals he wants the whole world to hear about.
Could it be that the deal maker is only interested in one thing?
Could it be that the deal maker is only interested in making an offer that you can’t refuse?
On my last roll of toilet paper and a virus reported to be very dangerous, I somehow once again end up at the table with him, the deal maker.
How does he do it?
He just took my last twenty dollars for two rolls of toilet paper.
He just took my medical records in exchange for a health plan.
That explains how he knew my blood type.
The deal maker.
When you knock on his door, beware of the offer, it could cost you everything.
It could cost you your freedom and even your life.
The Deal Maker

Saturday, March 14, 2020

The Man on the Ledge

The man on the ledge is trying to save his life by ending the one he has. This is a moment in time when time stands still. At this moment he’s got everyone’s attention—the whole neighborhood. He’s serious about this, this is the ultimate protest. Oh boy, the news just showed up, this is live, he’s finally got his audience. We all get to be in a position that we’ve never been in before, it’s evident that he’s fed up. The negative vibes talked him on the ledge. This is his stage, he stood on that ledge for three hours until he jumped and failed at committing suicide. The crowd was stunned, the medics put him in the ambulance and sped off, he’s going to think about this in the morning. They patched him up, and sent him to the halfway house, I never heard from him again. I hope he got himself together, man, those negative vibes will try and convince anyone that their journey to the egg was worthless. It may be wise not to listen, every comedy club on the block would have loved to hear his side of the story. Maybe he should’ve taken that route, I’m sure he would have got a few laughs.
The Man on the Ledge
The End.

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Science

I’ll put my pyramids in alignment with the stars...
Can you tell me why?
I’ll balance out the night with the day...
Do you know how to fly?
Don’t study for too long...
At times the answer is right in front of you.
Does a child with glasses have a clue?
Do twins like the same foods?
Hmmmm...
The data can only help you assume the odds; therefore, you should walk in circles to see if you lose your mind.
One, to two seconds in time...if I spin you the other way, is it like pressing rewind?
Study and read, I promise you’ll find the answers, but remember you’re only made to see, hear and touch, like finding the cure for cancer.
Soap suds, hormones, genius, glitter, and shame, one then two, it’s the feeling of fame.
What makes the clock tick and the world spin?
Chances are you’ll try and figure it out.
Is it the sun or a rainbow that turns the flowers blue?
Can science explain my love for you?
A day of doubt and a sleepless night...the symbols of math figures just to fly a kite.
When all else fails...
Will you care?
Stop...
Focus...
Some things are just meant to be...
Like a broken star, leaning at the top of a token tree.
Look at me and don’t ask why...
Sometimes you don’t have to even try...
A one and a two is all you need,
Til you later concede that science can’t possibly explain everything.

Monday, March 2, 2020

My prayer

There are many faiths here father, yet in Christianity Christ said: “Forgive them father for they know not what they do.” In all of the faiths in the world Christ is the only teacher that says this. There are many debates and wars that have been fought in the name of Gods and the prophets but I’m thankful that one teacher named Christ showed that even when we possess the power to move mountains and rise from the dead there’s just some people who seem to never get it; therefore, I pray the same prayer as Christ, forgive us all father, for we know not what we do. Help us God, help the doctors find cures, help the blind see and help the poor to seek knowledge and wisdom. Help us all father, for if it were not for the many books left behind for all of us to learn and find a way to seek your omnipotent help we would be lost and truly left with no hope. I too had no way out and you’ve kept your promise, now please God give the righteous in every nation the heart to perform miracles.
I have no doubt in my mind of your infinite power. Send angels to show the people of every nation that with God’s power it’s always a win win situation.

Sunday, March 1, 2020

Sit Down

Everyone wants to do something special, most people can see one person jump and then they want to jump higher. Sit down before you pull something, read a book and maybe catch up on some house work. No one can last forever and no one can save everyone. Try it, only to burn yourself out in the end, haven’t you noticed by now that once people catch on, the competition is going to run you broke anyway, sit down, pay everything off, take off your shoes and fall in love with something or someone.

Saturday, February 29, 2020

Black History Month

I’m a black man in America, I served, and like many I have to carry the weight of 400 + years of oppression. I have no problem with anyone outside of my race but history was never kind to my four fathers. I accept that and I try to better myself everyday. Yes, it hurts knowing that your pain and genealogy was cursed at an early age and some drowned at the bottom of the ocean. Yes, it hurts when you have to look into the eyes of a dark woman and see her and her babies jumping overboard in the history books. I turn to education to heal the pain of knowing that the state of a certain kind— black, was cheated. To look at the little black faces in the streets of the world hanging on to little ghetto dreams. I wish I could save the world. I really do. Please respect my writing, I’m far from racist but in honor of those who remember and understand that some things from the past cannot be undone. If I were to die tomorrow, I would have no regrets, but I would leave a letter for the world to read and a picture of a man and woman stripped of all of the world’s glory, beat, raped, chained, hung and lynched. I wish I could save the world, I truly love all of God’s creation. I pray that we will progress, and try not to be bitter, yet try to be a better people. I do believe that God hears us all, yet somethings should never be forgotten. I often have this vision of a child pointing to the bright sun, saying “Look it’s a ball of light and it rises everyday. How great is that.” Peace be with you all. I hope everyone took the time this year to look back and reflect, your itch is there for a reason, scratch it. Much love.

Friday, February 28, 2020

For what it’s worth

I often wish that everyone could feel at ease about life. We’ve all had some good days and bad days. As a child, I prayed for peace every night. Growing up in unusual and at times harsh conditions I often had to comfort myself. I’m just a small portion of reality but I’ve gained and lost some too. I believe in angels, I take delight in such a thought, such a belief. We all lose, and death comes like a thief in the night at times, but the spirit lives on. If I’m smiling, please keep me encouraged, I wish no harm to you, please wish no harm to me. At the end of the day I just want to please the bill collector and have peace amongst the brethren. My common sense may offend the average thinker and at times I never feel like I’m good enough but I’m human. I’ve watched relative after relative lose to the common cold, it’s life, and tears fall in the wake of death, but I’m enjoying life now, I’m thankful and hopeful that the lord will bless us all with more life. Hearing the screams of chaos gripping my mother’s throat as a child has really sunken deep into my psyche but I’m good now. Time has healed the pain. All I really ever wanted to hear as a child was good job and I did at times so no complaints. I enjoy the sunshine, the atmosphere of a good day. A flash of lighting was enough for me to turn a blind eye to the torment of street life so I practice positive thinking. The woes of the past have made me a better person. I read to keep my mind at ease. I write to ease the pain of seeing my comrades on the battlefield still suffering. Sometimes I worry about my own state of mind. I encourage myself to get out of bed in the morning because I know that a man who stands through it all—can make the world stronger. Why torment and say bad things to each other, negativity overwhelms us all at times so take a break, once our time is up, you might see things differently and wish you had that time back. As a child I prayed for peace every night before I went to bed. In the midst of screams, God gave me rest. I’m very sure he can do the same for anyone who ask. For what it’s worth, I’ll put in a gold coin. It’s all I have left, please don’t leave me stranded, I just placed a max bet that things will get better.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

The Depression

He went down in the seventh round, the ratings were terrible. If you were a radio-head, you would think that everything was going good, they had their president and they had the majority. The reality on the ground was much different. The way of thinking had changed, there was no patriotic atmosphere, people were mainly just concerned about themselves. I witnessed four robberies in a span of ten hours. Children roaming the streets, parents hidden away in dirty bathrooms shooting up. This is what a crumbling society looked like, and all it took was a stock market crash. At the top of the hour, men were headed to work and then at the bottom of the hour they were being handed a pink slip. In less than a day a place employing over seven hundred workers stood empty. Every channel on television would kill for ratings. Children cell phone bills held parents from maintaining control of the family bills. In the middle of the city, people watched as the homeless crisis took center stage. “How did this happen?” Read a sign on a building... The beacon of human hopes and aspirations were shattered by a new rule of law that eliminated them with artificial intelligence. A man made virus wiped out almost fifty million people. A new study found that seventy percent of the brain was no longer used. This was the new depression, one person picking up a dirty bowl in the middle of  a bottomless pit. The elite had drained the life out of everything. It would take the smile of an angel to save us from this mess. The rainbow is on the other side of the world now was the number one song and everyone was singing it.

Friday, February 21, 2020

Cut & Benched Community Basketball

I hate sports but for some reason I get this itch to play all the time. Being a late bloomer to the sports culture, I’ve never really been excepted on any ball field except track maybe. Realizing that most athletes hate rejection I decided to start my own league. No referees, and the players called their own calls and if no one showed up, no body played and no money spent. One Saturday we got about three teams, there was blood and sweat all over the floor, this was old school basketball with a touch of UFC. Bodies were being dragged off of the court, these were players who were tired of being rejected, this was their NBA. The grand prize was a trophy from my buddy Shawn’s trophy shop, everyone thought that Shawn was a loose cannon from being cut and benched his whole life also. After facing the wrath of concerned parents somehow the league survived. This was the league where everyone was welcomed. This was Cut & Benched Community Basketball.

Friday, February 14, 2020

I’m in Love ❤️ with Work

Where, where, oh where do I go?
I go to work.
How, how, oh how do I get the troubles of the world off of my mind?
Work.
Sweat, endurance, oh how much longer can I last?
Shut up...
Work must be done,
Now let’s get it done.
No time for chatter.
I can feel the aching of overtime trickling down my spine.
Wait, here comes a second wind...
Love comes and goes but the love of work must never end.
I’m in love with work...it makes things happen.
P.S.
Payday will be here in no time, then I’ll do it all over again the next day.
I’m in love with work.
Will you be mine.❤️
Love, Johnny Workman.

Thursday, February 13, 2020

The great musician named Pete.

Poor is a good word because it’s a lower form of reality. Everything is good when you’re poor. Rich is also a good word because it is a form of being in high demand. Poor people often don’t have a lot of friends, it’s an amazing display of poetry to see what’s on a poor man’s mind. Simple things, most of the time. Pete was a poor man, he was a musician that played with a broken guitar. Some how some way he found a way to play great music with this guitar. He played everywhere, on the ship, on the beach, at the hospitals and many other places as well. I decided to give Pete a new guitar and even introduced him to some band members. He looked at me, walked out and died shortly after.
The End.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

The Eyes have Ears

It took two seconds, then it turned into an hour. I watched and I lost out on training my eyes to master something better. Instead of being in the game, I was watching the game; instead of practicing, I was watching TV. Oh, that’s why I have eyes, I have eyes so I can see. Oh, that’s why I have ears, I have ears so I can hear. When one is lost the other becomes stronger. I must use each wisely. They feed my brain with pictures of how I perceive the world. Today I’ll read a book, today I’ll learn the rules. I hear people saying good things about me. I must be doing something right. I see success, I hear positive things, but wait, there’s more: I’ve become an icon. People are watching me.
The Eyes have Ears

Friday, February 7, 2020

Sirens

Sirens, I hear them all the time. I run to the window to see what’s going on. They’re getting louder and closer. Woe, they’re in my driveway, I jump out of bed. Someone dear to me is in danger, their body is flat out cold in the driveway. Tragedy has struck me at the very moment I assumed everything was going good. I was just about to rest. The saga never ends. I watch another loved one being carried away, a small part of me dies but I must carry on. That may be me someday but I force myself  to be optimistic. I don’t have much to lose, I have nothing left but a paint brush. Today I’ll draw the sky.

Saturday, February 1, 2020

The Track

I heard a song one day by a man named Grey, he hit note after note and was followed by a singer named Fey. There was something real special about this song, it had the power to make everyone join hands and sing along.
When I grew up, I searched hard for this track, only to find out the that the song got hacked. The artist who wrote it never made it to the big scene, he was robbed of his lyrics and the big dream. The real song ended at a minute and twenty-nine and gave me enough strength to press rewind. When I heard the rip-off, I soon hit the mic and cast so many spells, that I created new hype. Minds were lifted from hell, people were so inspired, the track kept them from jail. Positive energy flowed through my vocals, I even uplifted the locals. My track hit the top and I was enemy number one, but I vowed to not stop til my work was done. I found the man’s family who wrote the track, left them a thank you note and gave everything back. They looked at me and said thanks for sharing your story, now help us take down the hack who stole our dad’s glory. When we found them, they were strung out on crack, it turns out that the only hope they had was Grey’s track. This is a message that one track created, a story of joy that never went outdated.
It was a hit, well known to be sampled and sung by two singers who hated to gamble. It went from one voice to another, from state to state, it had words that made everyone feel great. It created good vibes, nothing that made you hateful or want to rebel. There was something special about this track that inspired me to create. This was good music, this track was great.

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Daredevil

Let me warn you, this is a deep description, some will understand it and some won’t.
How a person lives could possibly explain their intellect over time. I once tried to understand the reason behind life and death. It’s a challenging study, I questioned immortality and people who define themselves as gods on earth. It’s not that these people are evil or foolish, but they’ve tapped into a part of the human conscience that many do not understand. How would you respond if you visited a place and watched important people jumping off of a mountain, only to die. Let me inform you that it would be foolish to assume that these were stupid people. Some choose to die early because they’ve reasoned with the fact that death is inevitable. Some just don’t like it here and some delight in testing the waters or putting their finger into the electrical socket. In their intellect they’re testing the geometric laws that govern the universe; many choose to challenge these laws or convince others to. It’s like a good race car driver that understands aerodynamics and a poor person that understands hunger, these people have mastered an art that few people understand, sometimes unwillingly. When a person has tested these laws and becomes certain of the afterlife, they lose the fear of flying. In testing the laws of life and death one can master the fears of mortals. This may sound crazy but those who test these laws believe in immortality and usually would rather die young than to die old. This wisdom is what defines a daredevil. They play with the laws of the universe and are not afraid of what you may fear the most: death. To live is only an illusion which dwells in the temple of the brain. When the vessel dies the soul goes back to the source. Those who’ve mastered this art know that the universe is infinite ♾ and life is to. They are certain of this belief. When you leave your vessel you wake up to an eternal cycle that never ends. I would dare you to test it out, but I love you to much and I enjoy our time here, so please don’t try to test these laws. Haven’t heard of anyone who returned to confirm the answer and even if they did, not to many people believe them. It’s like telling people the god of the universe visited earth because he’s fascinated with his creations and dares to come down and play with them. I dare you to believe that. One of the hardest things about life is watching someone you love pass on, it’s hard to let go. The dare takes time.

Friday, January 24, 2020

The Dictator

It started with laziness, partying and violence.
The preacher in the pulpit talking about God’s wrath.
He watches it all, women being raped, wives cheating, then he snaps.
If you don’t reason with an Alpha, you will eventually make him evil.
In his eyes he is sent to heal the wounds of his people.
He is sent from God.
He is God in his own mind.
This is the mind of someone who is afraid of hunger.
This is the mind of someone who sees no justice in those who don’t listen to him and him alone.
This is the mind of someone with no feelings or compassion.
He deprives his people of knowledge and weapons so they don’t rebel against him.
He keeps a watchful eye on the babies being born so they don’t grow stronger than him.
Common sense is his, he is all that matters.
He kills, he delights in his power.
He feels that justice is in him alone and he rules with an iron fist.
He draws crowds because in him his people see strength.
Fragile fathers give him their daughters.
His followers feel that he is their savior, they know no God.
All of his wrath will awaken those whom are considered the infidels.
They run and hide.
The evil eye watches as the clock ticks away and now time is spent fleeing for safety.
Look in the eyes of a slave and you will see nothing but pain.
No will of choice, complete surrendering of all.
No soul, no life, they belong to their master.
For those who know evil, who’ve witnessed it, leave signs to warn the masses.
For they have been victims.
Their blood is in the fruit you eat, the water you drink, it’s in the land.
Such evil will make you honor the light of day because the screams at night won’t stop until the dictator is dead.
Some say that evil has its purpose, those who believe that usually are not victims.
They watch and take comfort in their safety, speaking of their blessings, getting fat off of the land.
Their knees are sore because they’re superstitious.
Some of them see purpose in the dictator.
Be watchful friends, the dictator rarely sleeps, when he does, he watches and waits for his time.
He alone is the goad of civilization at least that’s what he believes.

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

WAR

“Take cover! Take cover! Now! We got gun shots 12 o'clock. Get down! Nobody fire until my order,” Captain Winslow shouts.
Boom! Shrapnel flies everywhere.
“Captain Winslow, I just pissed my pants. I need someone to cover me.”
“Robinson, what the hell!”
Dickerson takes a closer look, “Robinson that ain’t piss; that’s blood, you been hit.”
Captain Winslow covers his ground, “Get a medic over here, where the hell is Louis?”
“We’re taking heavy hits, sir, we may have to regroup,” Louis says, rushing in to get Robinson to cover.
“Sorry Captain, I let you down,” Robinson says being carried away.
Captain Winslow is too occupied to respond, “Okay gentlemen, we have to get the enemy to push back. Another unit should be coming in soon, plus we got a fly over missile attack coming to quiet things down a bit.”
“Brigs, this is unit Alpha, Charlie, I need info on where the enemy drone is...” a bullet goes straight through Grey’s head.
“Oh god, they just took out Grey.”
Captain Winslow sees the two-way radio laying on the ground next to Grey’s body.
“Jamison, pick up that radio, and see if we got info on that drone attack from the enemy. All units get ready to fire. This is it fellows, after today, home is all we have to look forward too, so use that hope to stay alive. On my order we unleash the beast. We give them everything we’ve got, to push them back.”
“Captain, if I don’t make it out of this hell, tell my son that his father fought for his ...” Bullet shoots right through Peterson. His last word was peace. The WAR went on with many casualties, and all those on the battlefield carried on with Peterson’s last words as their motivation. WAR changes things and bullets are fired to kill. Good people die in WAR. Not to many pills can cure the memories but home is always the hope to get back to. WAR is painful, WAR is scary, WAR is the opposite of PEACE. Try to make it the last resort, better yet, try to end it, it really brings people down to earth really fast. WAR is not fair, it’s hell on earth. The things that you take for granted are often appreciated in one word:
“WAR.”

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

“No”

If I say yes, I’m the best in the world.
If I say no, I’m the worst in the world.
If I say yes, you love me.
If I say no, you hate me.
If I say yes, I could be leading you down the wrong path.
If I say no, then it’s because I want to help you.
Life is filled with these tough choices everyday.
If I say yes, then there won’t be enough left for the ones who deserve it.
“No!”
 If you hate me, then hate me, I don’t care, earn your yeses like everyone else.
Get out of my face and let me think about it.
“No”

Monday, January 20, 2020

The Water Fountain

Dirty, yet clean, I’ll walk away so I don’t make a scene.
But wait, this is my stage, this is my Dream, I’ll drink from each, the dirty and the clean.
 Let freedom ring.

Monday, January 13, 2020

Drug Zombies

Once upon a time, in a town called Cranberry Valley, there was a mad scientist. He experimented with every drug known to man, then it happened. So many people were on drugs that they turned into zombies and started roaming the streets dismantling everything. He had turned the people into savages. They were everywhere and only Judy knew how it happened.
“Richard, you did this, now please fix it!” Judy said, pounding on Richard’s door to do something.
“I can’t, it’s too late, the damage is done,” Richard replied.
One of the zombies had climbed the stairs of the duplex apartment where Richard was hiding out.
“Richard, let me in, it’s got my leg, let me in, please!” Judy screamed. Richard made sure the door was locked and hid in his closet. Cowardly, he curled up by the closet door, crying and shaking. On display was his miracle cure for pain. He had desired to make money off of his discoveries, but his miracle cures eventually didn’t work. He just sat there shaking as he heard Judy screaming while the zombies ripped her apart. Til this day the old town called Cranberry Valley is a ghost town where no one dares to enter. Richard’s miracle drugs had ruined everything with no happy ending, only a lesson learned. To scared to face his disaster, Richard injected himself with an overdose of a local anesthetic, never to wake up again.

Saturday, January 11, 2020

My speech describing “Evil”

I walk onto the stage to give my speech, I then speak into the microphone:
Hello everyone,
I’m going to talk about the word evil today, I even googled the 10 most evil people of all time. Frightening results by the way. My understanding of this word “Evil” deserves some attention so I decided it would be a good topic. Over the course of my 37 years of living, I’ve witnessed myself and the people around me do some very strange things. I’ve often wondered what’s the true definition of evil. The description can be developed over time in how a person responds when they can or cannot get what they desire. Evil can also be a complete disconnection from what a person views as right or wrong when reaching for their desires. Don’t confuse evil with religious or political evil, these are different types of evil, it’s like security at a place of worship or guards making sure an evil dictator survives. It’s confusing and makes no sense, so don’t try to figure it out, I tried, and got no where because I’m good. The last basic description of evil can be defined as someone with no conscience. As time goes on and people become more aware of their surroundings, they often think that discipline is evil, but discipline often prepares us to escape real evil, so don’t get too comfortable.
After my description I take my speech, fold it up, and prepare to exit the stage, because I have a conscience, I’ll say:
 “Thanks for your time,” and you, as the stage manager, will say:
 “Are you thirsty?” I’ll reply:
 “I’m good.” You will say:
“Huh?” And I’ll say:
 “I’m good, damn, it’s the opposite of evil. What more do you want me to say? I’m good, I’m going to sit my big as$ down, sh$t, I’m tired, studying evil has worn me out. I’m too old for this sh$t. You may need that water to put the fire out, sh$t, it’s hot as hell in here.
The audience claps,
I’ll then say: “Oh Sh$t, is this thing still on?” You then proceed to turn on the air conditioner and I go sit my big as$ down.
Everything is now all good.
I got a standing ovation, I guess every coin has two sides.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Still Standing

Got hit a few times but it’s good, I’m alright...
Almost got knocked down but I’m good; worth the fight...
Got my heart broken, but it’s cool, I got over it...
Folks come and go with plenty but not much to show for it...
Old friend looked me in the eyes then got me right in the back...
Taught me a lesson... yeah, that’s a fact...
Can’t back down now, just give me a second...
Let me reflect for a moment, please let me breathe, I rise like the sun, stand tall like the trees...
So much weight on my shoulders, I’ll stand through the worst...
No kneeling while I’m praying...
No, I’ll stand when it hurts...
Not down, still up, even in a hearse...
Dead-to Lose-to win, just like rebirth...
In this fight, I’m standing through it all...
Even if I have to crawl...
I’ll never give in...
Hit, head spinnin, wait let me finish...
One leg, two legs, grounded, hands to the ceiling...
Eternal champion, standing on the villain...
Wow, I did it...
I’m still standing, bloody, torn, rugged, at the clinic...

Still standing.

Friday, January 3, 2020

The BOSS & the YES MAN Script

BOSS: “Hey, let’s kill all of the people in charge of that country and give someone else a chance.”
YES MAN: “Umm, what do we do if the other regime messes up too?”
BOSS: “Then we take over.”
YES MAN: “Umm, who’s going to pay for everything?”
BOSS: “The tax payer.”
YES MAN: “You don’t think we should mind our own business? What happens if they decide to kill us?”
BOSS: “Oh, I didn’t think of that. Hey, pick those bodies up, put them in the car and push the car down the cliff.  Now read the script: ‘THEY DID THIS AND WE JUST GAVE THE ORDER, WE KNOW THIS LOOKS ODD WITH BODIES EVERYWHERE AND ALL BUT SOMEONE HAS TO CLEAN UP THE WORLD’S MESS.
YES MAN: “Umm okay, that’s a good idea, did you write this script yourself? Hey, what if?...”
BOSS: “No ‘What ifs’ just do it, stick to the script.”
YES MAN: Yes, BOSS. Hey, so we’re the good guys, right?

Thursday, January 2, 2020

No Doubt!

Who has doubted and seen glory?
Is victory achieved in one day?
My friends, to see the tops of mountains one must climb, one must dream of standing on the peaks.
The one who builds wings must never be afraid to fly.
There is much weakness in doubt, doubt is a sign of fear.
One hundred stories high and he looks down, one hundred stories high and he looks up, then he touches the clouds.
He believes it can be done because he now sees it;
But first he imagined it.
What leads men and women to victory? My friends, it is not doubt, my friends it is not fear.
It is certainty that it can and will be done.
No doubt!

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

The 2020 Jungle Analogy

It may shock you that some people view the world as a jungle, but it’s a fact that if you feed a dog, there’s a good chance that you and the dog will get along and you won’t get bit. The 2020 jungle analogy is like a different state of thought, it’s like spending all of your money on a homeless man only to find out that you’re homeless and now he’s not. The jungle analogy occurs in cycles, it’s the description of people who choose a $25 an hour job only to be let go when they get injured. In 2020 you’ll hear more about the jungle analogy because it has a lot to do with how humans spend their time. In the jungle you could have a gun up to your head to get you to stop smoking but would you stop once the gun is gone and you’re set free to make your own choices. The 2020 jungle analogy is a crazy way to view the world, like how some people see weakness in a kind person or why some people stay in an abusive relationship. It’s understanding human behavior and how some people are just disconnected from reality. There’s only one rule in the jungle analogy that could help a person stay off of the radar, that rule is:
Don’t fire the first shot.
If you fire the first shot, you'll spend the rest of your life trying to get out or hide from the cage. The cage is where they send people who fight back in the jungle. This analogy may sound brutal and untruthful to some but the highly educated go around the jungle, they only go in to recruit or experiment. They drive around with signs on their cars that say they don’t have time for stupid people or they feed you to get a vote then leave you stranded to fend for yourself. This may sound harsh but death is inevitable in the jungle, people die quite often and women often have no choice but to abort their children so spend your time wisely. Beware, one revolutionary mind could cause not only a riot but a war that drags on and on. Good luck on your journey through the 2020 Jungle Analogy, if you make it out, don’t look back and don’t fall behind, there are a lot of people treading water and sinking in quicksand, they can latch on to you quickly and bring you down. Keep in mind that this is only an analogy that exhibits a state of thought. It is not a proven fact.