The Purple Cloth

 Even in today’s world it’s hard to forget the great story of the King and the purple cloth. A special King who spent the majority of his adult life healing and helping others. A King who roamed the streets of Jerusalem and Egypt preaching and teaching about the kingdom of heaven. A King that was tormented for his beliefs. Yes, he was an outcast. Yes, he was different. I humbly remember this King by the many stories passed down from generation to generation. A hymn would say, “Manger boy who died on a tree to save humanity.” I encourage all of mankind to learn about the King of Kings. His story has survived many generations and is still important today. His story is so powerful that even today it still saves lives, all we have to do is remember and take the time to read it.

The Purple Cloth

The Tale of Working Andy

 Everyone in town believed that there was something special about Andy. While everyone else seemed to be wasting time, Andy for some odd reason just kept working. He’d developed a reputation for being absent for everything outside of work. He never showed up to church, never attended birthday celebrations, and was never seen at any parties, but just about had perfect attendance at work. Andy took the term workaholic and built an entire new industry off of his techniques. He’d spent so much time at work that people called him working Andy. He never talked much, but when it came to work, he moved mountains. As a child Andy could be seen setting up the microphone at Dr. King’s speech. He could be seen in the background doing maintenance on the statue of liberty and could also be spotted in photos fixing the Jackson’s dance floors. Everyone had Andy’s number, he put the deck down at the union hall and even shined shoes at the local barber shop. He detailed cars and sanded drywall. At age 90, Andy was still working and no one could figure out how. Everyone he knew had died, but the old man was still cutting grass and trimming trees. Andy had worked for so long that he had a huge album filled with pictures of his portfolio. Now at age 118 the rumor circulating around town is that Andy’s spirit is still working at the graveyard where he was thought to be last seen. People passing by often report seeing him cutting the grass and trimming the trees. Since Andy outlived everyone many believe that he never died, but can still be seen around town working with no social security number or authentic identification. Some people even believe that he’s an alien sent to earth to keep things in motion. The mystery behind Andy’s work ethic is like watching a statue shattering into a million pieces. It takes potential energy to clean up every piece. Andy was and still is ,til this day, filled with potential energy.

The Tale of Working Andy

The Little Green Spaceship

 Jim had just finished his comedy routine. He’d had such a good audience that he’d continued laughing backstage. While hearing the next act going on he’d heard screaming so he hurried to see what was going on. In ahh, he noticed little green men terrorizing the audience. The audience was so good to Jim that he didn’t want to see them die. To his luck the little green men were literally torturing his audience so Jim took action, he put on a green suit back stage and blended in.

The science of this entire situation was amazing, Jim knew from watching that they only listened to the big green alien so he used his size to take control. The little green men replicated everything the big green alien did so Jim took charge. 

“Okay, I need you all to sit down and watch the show,” he said as everyone including the little green aliens listened and sat back down.

In ahh, wearing his huge green suit, Jim started telling jokes about having sex on a little green spaceship. The little green aliens couldn’t stop laughing. They then got comfortable and sat with the humans and started having a good time. As Jim continued on joking about his bad luck a beautiful green girl entered the club.

“Jim, for giving us such a good time we want you to have sex with Greenie, you’ve given us so much joy Jim that you deserve some good green alien pussy cat.”

Everyone watched as they all left the club and took Jim to the little green spaceship with Greenie. Noticing the spaceship rocking everyone then turned green and started having sex like Jim and Greenie.

In the blink of an eye the world was filled with green people.

“Okay Jim, that’s enough time mating with Greenie, now tell some more jokes,” one of the little green men said.

Jim stepped out of the spaceship as everyone cheered.

“Today, I learned that green pussy cat is just as good as human pussy cat. Friends, green is better than luck, green is good,” Jim said as green men and women filled the stadium cheering.

“Wait til I tell my momma. I’m the first green black American to get some green pussy cat and let me tell you it was amazing.”

As everyone laughed, little green babies popped out of Greenie, Jim couldn’t believe it.

“Ahh hell nah,” Jim said as the crowd went crazy.

One of the little green men stood up, “Don’t worry, we don’t have child support on our planet.” 

The crowd went wild, laughing so hard as Jim delivered his final punchline.

“If you don’t have child support then take me with you. It’s my lucky 🍀 day. I come in peace got dang it. I come in peace.”

The End

The Little Green Spaceship 

Green Oil

At the end of the rainbow stands a green man.

He’s laughing at you because he has exactly what you need to stay rich.

Drowning in his gold coins he stands between you and God.

At the end of the rainbow is where he makes his deals.

Will you kill him and steal his oil or will you give him what he wants.

Do you feel lucky?

Good luck with the deal.

It could cost you everything.

Peaceful Flowers

At this moment I could write about anything. I could write about war, carnage and redemption, but instead I’m going to write about peace. A peaceful flower. A pretty colorful flower that blooms for the rising sun.

Peaceful Flowers

The Bomb

They knew something.

They gathered in small rooms.

They didn’t look the same in their interviews.

They lied constantly to cover up what they were planning.

Standing in a room being raised by hippies that’s when it happened.

The vision of peace shattered in broad daylight.

Women, children and the mightiest men, all dead.

It looked like a teardrop falling in a pool of water.

Nuclear energy everywhere as they all stood in a room silent facing the wrath of questions. 

The few left standing never seemed quite the same.

The kids who were brainwashed now saw a glimpse of reality. Would they snap out of it for they’d just witnessed the wrath of man.

The truth is, children shouldn’t see things like this but sadly they did.

Little girls all dead. Splattered into pieces. 

What you must comprehend is that the physics teacher is obsessed with science, but the Bible tells you that man from conception is evil and must answer to something to be judged.

Only one book talks about a power unseen and bloodlines that are rooted in destruction.

They call it religion, but in reality a physics teacher can not sum up the calculations of evil.

Scrambling on a chalkboard with mathematical equations that fall from the sky, he too sees the carnage only to feel some form of human grief called a soul itching at his conscience mind.

Travel deep inside the mind of a person whose thoughts wonder into the depths of space and you’ll find a bomb with no limitations.

To fathom the thought of such power is equivalent to a person with no knowledge sitting in a room all day watching television. They’ll never see it coming, but it’s real, and can only be stopped if war ends.

When it’s all said and done, I walked away, I didn’t drop the bomb, I tended the fields instead. The only thing that I was guilty of is that I didn’t fight hard enough to stop it. I didn’t fight hard enough for peace. God forgive us for we know not what we do. Physics is often studied in solitude while religious people hold hands praying for the strength to contain evil and those who wander off alone usually come back home with some limbs missing. Sadly, many don’t make it back. War is the square root of the equation, it sparks the flames.

The Bomb

The Cult

This was no place for an independent thinker. The moment we entered, in reality there literally was no way out. Sadly, no one knew anything about the rituals because they only breezed through the manual. We all had no clue what we signed up for. Every month we all engaged in a ritual of drinking and giving are life over to a deity that we knew nothing about. As the cult leader took us all in like we were family behind the scenes he was stealing then selling our souls. None of us had the power to end this, we were all trapped inside of this cult.

In the fields I noticed a small opening in the gate so I ran hoping to escape. Sadly, we had no power. We had no way out. Running as fast as I could I ended up trapped on a nearby cliff. 

“Oh, God!” I said looking down at a field of bones.

This was the only way out.

The truth is that the world has no heroes, because we all die in the end.

Or do we?

The truth is that there was no freedom if I went back.

I thought I had a choice, but honestly I didn’t have an army to over power the cult so I jumped.

Falling into what looked like a sea of bones was actually freedom.

For a moment I thought I’d jumped to my death but I was actually flying.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

Fear was my biggest enemy.

While flying I now didn’t see a sea of bones, I saw my reflection soaring above the mirrored water. 

This is what it took to defeat the cult.

A leap of faith…

Freedom