Moon Ball

In the darkness of another New Year I heard gun shots. People were literally shooting at the moon. The sound was like basketballs bouncing. Realizing that I had no weapon, I jumped as high as I could, but it was physically impossible for me to grab the Moon Ball. I tell you, from where I was standing that darn thing looked like I could grab it with my fingers. People loved this game though. They would play it at the park, play it at the gym, and even play it in college. I would watch people scream at the TV cheering for their team, betting hard earned money. Moon Ball was so popular that the first players that could jump to the moon would score the most points and the sad part about the entire game is that no one would ever make it until a few guys decided to build a spaceship. At this point Moon Ball had gone too far. Live TV ratings were through the roof. Bets were off of the charts, this was serious business. Everyone in the world tuned in, this team meant business. They got in their rocket ship and blasted off to the moon and when they made it they found out that the moon was bigger than them. The Moon Ball bounced and slingshotted them all the way back to earth and when they got home they were so exhausted and filled with joy to be back that they never went back again. Everyone wanted to hear their story, they took pictures, videos, and even put their teams flag on display on the moon. Moon Ball players were upset, jealous, and even embarrassed.

“They cheated!” I heard one of them say, shouting at the referee.

Things got out of hand pretty quick, people started rioting, and marching. Human behavior took a turn for the worse. Leaders started getting killed and people thought aliens were coming to seek revenge but for some odd reason people kept playing the game. The weirdest thing that I witnessed in the game of Moon Ball were the fans. They wore these tie-dyed T-shirts and smoked Moon pipes singing crazy Moon songs. They even had a king that Moonwalked in a military uniform and everyone across the world started spinning in circles. Some people even started spinning miniature moon balls on their fingers and shooting moon balls into baskets, ordinary people went moon crazy. I saw this one guy doing this B Boy dance called the Moon Mill where he spun around on his backside and arms. Moon Ball changed the world and the people that played started putting up this weird peace sign as if they were citizens from another world. At the end of the game I heard the announcer shout, “Citizens of Moon nation, we will now enter our moon ship and return back to our home planet.” Sadly, they never did. They all died cheering and putting all of their faith in Moon Ball. Only one team won the game and everyone else spent the rest of their life bouncing, spinning, and jumping around. At the end of my story I found myself asleep floating on the moon only to wake up in bed. It’s weird, but that’s where we go at night, we visit the moon. I wrote a book about it and even got to talk about it on the radio. My story was so big that my book was a best seller. I rebranded Moon Ball into Moon Books, the simple guide to getting to the moon with less work. All you had to do was dream.

Moon Ball

The Beautiful Moon

I see two sides; I see the day and I see the night.

One side is a beautiful day filled with rays of light and the other side is a night sky with the beautiful moon.

I rest at night and I’m alive in the day while the moon glows I have nothing to say.

It’s quiet and there’s time to think, the moon is beautiful so I sleep.

Good night.

The Beautiful Moon

The American Moon

 “Brian wake up!” A voice says.

“They’re all gone.” Brian says waking up.

“Who? Brian, who’s all gone?” The voice replies.

“The Indians, the Africans, the Cowboys, and even the people seeking refuge.” 

Brian gets up and notices that he’s in a theater with a pen and a pad.

“Am I dead? I guess we all die in the end, right?” He says.

The screen fades to black. The American Moon and the American stars come out.

“Not in the theater Brian. Everyone here lives forever on the big screen. This is heaven on earth. The place where anything goes and you write whatever ending you like.” The voice says fading away.

Brian looks back at all of his sad moments in life.

“I’m going to write a happy beginning where nothing ever dies and there is no end.”

The American Moon.

Moon Chills

I couldn’t speak. Alone in the dark I felt its force watching me. It wouldn’t leave me alone. Chills began to roll down my spine, I had to fight. I couldn’t see anything, but I did see the glowing moon light in the sky. No matter what I did, this force wouldn’t leave me alone. It was like I held the key to the gate of a better world and every day that I got closer to opening it got harder and harder. It was just me being myself, but this force, no matter what I did wanted more. I had no where to run to, no where to hide, everything I loved the force destroyed. Everything I thought was mine the force took. Death began to run across my thoughts, falling into the darkness of night—into an unforgiving hole of grief and sadness, never to see earth again. The chills got worse.

Why am I here? Was I born to defeat this negative force giving me hell? Fighting with everything that I had left in me, I felt my flesh getting weak. I’d given everything, and it still wanted me. Shaking naked in a room sweating, I couldn’t give up. Surrounded and out numbered, I begged God to take me home, but in the end as a man, I had to face my fears. I fought in the darkness of night with my fists and fingernails, the pages of my bible had been burned, my sword and gun had been melted. Blind, looking into a dark mirror, I saw my face. This force took everything from me, my books, my family, and now it wanted my life. In the distance, I began to hear Christmas music, I heard people singing, and I heard children playing, but I saw no one. Realizing the stars at night and the moon in the sky, I knew what the force wanted. It wanted me to surrender, but instead, I gave my life to save the world. I didn’t go down without a fight, the force’s main objective was to take away my vision of peace.

Moon Chills

The Moon & God

Who are we?

In our hard times when we’re filled with pride.

Money falling out of our pockets.

Who are we?

When the rich and famous cannot save us.

When war is eating away at our flesh and bones.

When we’re weary—

Joining hands with no ray of hope.

The flesh without spirit doesn’t move friend. It’s nothing but meat for the animals to eat.

The spirit needs fuel.

The spirit needs vision, eyes to see while dwelling inside of the body.

So I ask. 

Who are we?

I see the madness of man and I too at times deserve no mercy.

Alone in a cruel world trying hard not to break the rules, yet I fail every time.

My mind wonders off into believing that I can save the world on my own, but I must comprehend that I did not make the moon to glow at night.

I didn’t make all of the rules and fine things that construct convenient living.

I did not make the earth that spins.

I can only imagine.

So I say brethren. 

So I say friend.

If you’re not afraid to believe or use the term of a living  God that breathes life into mortal flesh.

I say that I’m with you.

If you’re not afraid to use the word God while writing or comprehending the nature of man, I say that I’m with you.

A living God in the terms of physics and science that when thought of brings mortal men to wonder.

A living God that proves us all wrong when we think we’ve got it all figured out.

Brethren I confess, filled with knowledge, I admit that I’m still blown away at the thought of God. 

These are the thoughts of powerful people, pharaohs, queens, and kings. All dead in the flesh but spiritually awakened in another life of wonders facing the truth.

I confess that I believe that even if the Sun were to burn and the moon were to fall from the sky, I believe that God would create another one of each for whatever life he chooses to use them for.

So in your poor state and your dumb fragile feeble mind, even if you are rich and secluded from society, as long as you acknowledge that there is something greater to believe in. As long as you believe in the power of an unfathomable force called God, I am with you.

I will conclude, that if you don’t believe in God and you believe that everyone and everything is just here, I do not judge you, but I will warn you that you may wear yourself out. You may get a little tired trying to carry the weight of the moon. You may get confused and lonely. You may do things without a conscience and you may wonder why the people around you don’t feel the same way you do in a life with no creators outside of mom and dad. I will not even curse you if you don’t believe. I still love you.

So in a world of trouble, I ask again.

Who are we?

In the wee hours of the night, lonely, with no women and no gas on to keep me warm something or someone is in my mind telling me to light a fire and showing me how.

Something or someone is providing me with light from the moon so I can read and see at night.

We are his people, we are his children. Even if we turn away he shows us who he is.

He is God.

The Moon Beast

John was a good man, he was honest and upright. His patience got tested over and over again. Rumors started to spread that John would turn into a totally different person at night when the moon came out. One of his lady friends told a local reporter that he would turn into a beast. 

“It’s like he has split personalities,” she said.

All the while, whatever was going on at 57 Northwest Blvd. at night started to make heads turn. Multiple reports of werewolf sightings hit the mainstream news in locations where John was spotted at night. 

“I blame his wife and his mother. I think they pushed him to his limit,” one of the local store owners explained.

“He was nice until everyone kept taking him as a joke and I think he just snapped,” his best friend explained.

Either way, people started coming up missing.

“He would often talk about Egypt and how every culture stole their customs. I even heard that he believed that he was a god himself. The man was strange,” his neighbor said.

“So why do you think no one has seen him out and about?”The reporter asked.

“It’s because he knows what we’re saying about him. If you were being blamed for sucking the blood out of innocent people, would you show your face?” His cousin said.

Either way, John was the new top story. The man that was a humble servant of God in the day but a moon beast at night. Sitting in the crowd, he was spotted at a presidential debate. As soon as the cameraman spotted him they saw his eyes turn yellow when one of the candidates mentioned increasing taxes and that’s when it happened. Everyone witnessed what they all assumed. John turned into the Moon Beast and devoured the blood and flesh of everyone at the debate. 

No science could explain what triggered John’s inner beast, but with the potential leaders of the free world now gone the man who was half man, half beast now ruled the world. A new species of mankind now howled at the moon at night transforming the world’s people into moon beast.

The Moon Beast

The Moon Queen

 “I’m starting to like criminals,” the Moon Queen said sitting on her throne.

“Why?” Her servant asked.

“Because when I bring justice to our land, they will bring the termites to me when I’m ready to cleanse the night sky with their blood.”

She had now gotten her servant’s attention.

“What?”

“I have received word that my creatures of the night are migrating into the day. This has displeased our lord of the day. He has decreased my glow; therefore, I have been summoned to balance things out,” the Moon Queen replied.

Her servant Squire entered the room, “Here she is your highness. A lady of the night.”

“What is your report?”

“I have been sold over and over again as a sex slave. I’ve been raped, drugged, and beaten lifeless by strong mighty men, only to be left for dead, brought back to life only to be drugged again. My children have all been sacrificed to the God Moloch. Every deity I’ve cried to has shown me no mercy your highness. I beg you, please help me. I have prayed for a hero,” Lilly, the lady of the night said.

This angered the Moon Queen, standing tall from her throne, her black garments began to glow with rage.

“Servants of the night, gather our weapons of war, it is time for us to cleanse the night sky. Prepare for mass executions,” the Moon Queen said.

The moon soon turned bloody red as the creatures of the night began to howl.

“Who is brave enough that they will crucify my ladies of the night, but will not bow to the Christ in repentance? The man has spread the earth with carnage so too shall I. I will raise the dead and they too will be my army!” The Moon Queen shouted gravitating from the moon down to the earth. A foggy mist soon covered the dark earth as the planets blocked the Sun’s light. Screaming could be heard as the dead began to feed off of the living. 

“These are the creatures that failed to honor the oath of God, show them no mercy,” the Moon Queen commanded.

Flashes of light were seen in the night sky as war gods were unleashed. Exchangers of drugs and feeble corrupt judges were seen from afar begging for mercy.

“Off with their heads, then feed the remainder of their lifeless flesh to the wolves.” The Moon Queen declared.

As the creatures of the day sat idle hiding in their homes they began to scream for help.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God have mercy.

They prayed for the sun, but the Moon Queen’s wrath spilled on the earth for forty days and forty nights because they too were punished for not being brave enough to keep the night creatures away from the day. Once her wrath was over and Lilly, the lady of the night, gave birth to twin virgins, the Moon Queen took this as a gift from the Goddess of the day.

“Halt! The bond has been restored. The earth’s night is quiet and cleansed. We can return home now,” the Moon Queen said ordering all of her troops home. At this moment the twin virgins were given names. One was called Day and one was called Night. 

“People of earth, if any man on this planet destroys these two gifts from the heavens, then I will return with eternal darkness,” the Moon Queen said.

The people of the day soon got word that their prayers had been answered. They came out to witness the beauty of the sun, for which they had not seen in a while. Night and Day took their place amongst the people, never to be neglected like their mother. With permission from the Christ they gave mankind a rainbow in the sky.

The Moon Queen was pleased.

The Moon Queen