The Undiscovered Color

 “Do you see what I see?” Ronnie asked his copilot.

“I don’t think there’s a word for what we’re seeing,” Ray replied.

“It appears to be oozing out of that volcano.” 

“Copy that, let’s get closer.”

Ronnie and Ray dropped their plane a few notches and lowered their cameras to zoom in.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. It was as though the sun was creating something brand new right before their very eyes.

“If we can see it, then it must be normal,” Ronnie explained.

“We can’t see the air and it’s normal.” Ray replied.

“I wonder if we can get a sample,” Ronnie said.

“It may be wise to wait until it cools down. Every time we drop a notch I can feel the heat. Let’s stay elevated, besides, I think we’ve got enough pictures.

At first publish the world became astound. People from all over the world couldn’t believe what Ronnie and Ray had discovered and once scientists got ahold of the images they began the race to figure out what chemical bond could create such a color that appeared to register in the brain something that had never been seen before.

“We have to get samples,” Gloria told her team of scientists.

The race was on to the untapped volcanic region and once it cooled, in came the explorers.

Landing on pure hardened lava, there it was. Not gold, not silver or even black. It was a color that had never been seen before. A gateway into a new part of the sun. New flowers,  a whole new mix. As scientists began to take samples they noticed something strange. When the color would touch the plastic cups they would disappear and the new color would almost appear to swallow up all of the other colors.

“This is alien stuff here,” Gloria said.

“It may be wise to keep this away from our skin,” Frank said noticing that the color was so strong that it devoured everything.

“This stuff has too much energy, it bonds like a magnet to everything, plastic, metal, and even rocks. What is this stuff? Did it come from the volcano or space?” Mahon said sarcastically.

“Let’s go back and regroup. This is classified stuff here,” Gloria told her team.

As news spread, people started acting very strange. One revered preacher had convinced his congregation that God himself had returned in a different form. People started wearing mask in fear that they would breathe in the color and disappear.

It was safe to say that the world’s people were losing it over a color that had never been seen before. Countries literally stopped their wars believing that the energy harnessed inside of this new colorful material was sent from God to help battle the energy crisis. Nuclear disarmament treaties were being signed as world scientists began to measure the material’s with lasers that would send back signals and disappear when coming in contact.

Hippies started wearing tie dye t-shirts with words like, the sun is sending us a message of love.

In all of the craze there was only one scientist brave enough to try and touch the new colored material with his bare hands. His name was “Ton Smith, and he broke every rule in the book to get to the undisclosed location and he used a satellite to stream his mission. Reaching the destination he took his finger and touched the never before seen color. Everyone watching saw him disappear in thin air. The color consumed his entire being as his soul awoke inside of the basement floor of a portion of the pyramids.

Realizing that the new color was a gateway into another world he found himself inside of a pyramid sphere with giant colorless people. The color was a gateway for the other world to enter, but they were too afraid, the more the new color consumed the more it gobbled up the world.

The government made it clear that this new discovery was restricted and never to be visited but there was no counter as the color consumed everything and everybody it came in contact with it was spreading like a wildfire. It was like an unknown element that no one could control. In the end everyone’s flesh would be devoured by the color and their soul would rise to the elevation of the sphere underneath the pyramids. A new world was born and everyone was the same color. No one could complain. They all got what they asked for.

The Undiscovered Color

The Twin Towers

The thoughts won’t go away.

What happened?

I keep seeing the images over and over.

Today I watched more soldiers in coffins.

That was almost me some years ago, but God pushed me back, it wasn’t my time. I nearly lost my mind out at sea. After today I think I know why.

Sadly the war is not over, but he spared me to fight for peace.

I’ve been on guard since the towers fell. 

I haven’t taken a day off.

I was 19-20 when it started and I’m 44 now. I shed a tear looking at those caskets marked with American flags today. It never ends.

I’m a civilian now but the evils of war just keep coming, but I believe God pushed me back for one reason.

I have to fight for peace; therefore, I am that I am.

The conquering force to end all wars. 

A voice hiding in the darkness fulfilling God’s will.

The question is will they listen?

I come in peace.

I haven’t forgot about the twin towers and neither should you.

Hated

As a child I would watch wrestling and would get a kick out of it when the fan favorite would switch up and become the bad guy.

One minute the crowd is cheering for him to win and then the crowd makes a U-turn and starts hating him. I guess we can all learn something from this particular art form.

The main lesson is that when the world loves you eventually time and those who never liked you anyway will shift the direction of the raging tides.

Hated

Deals

Steph stood in a studio booth for five and a half hours trying to get his record deal.

“He’s got no talent, get him out of my studio,” Terrance said.

Terrance was known for being the brutalist manager in the music business and after being caught red handed with his best friend’s wife, he was trying to clean up his image with positive music and that’s when Stacey stepped into the studio. Stacey was the most inspirational singer in town and she’d just got out of a bad relationship. Her first song for Terrance almost made him cry. He had no doubt that she was the woman to take him to the top so he gave her a deal that she couldn’t refuse. He gave her complete control over her music, but she had to give him 30% of everything and she agreed. She had no one to give her advice and she had no clue that there was still a beast trying to be set free inside of Terrance. Once the contract was signed they wasted no time getting started on her first album. Word got out quickly and everyone that Terrance had scarred began to chime in.

Sledgehammer Nate, who was the brother of Terrance’s baby’s mother was at her concert and somehow got into Stacey’s dressing room after her last show on her first tour.

“He’s no good Stacey, get away from him,” he shouted while being escorted out of the dressing room by a bouncer. Stacey couldn’t help but notice strange vibes the entire show, but her performance brought the crowd to their senses. It was as though they loved her, but just didn’t like her label. 

The words of Sledgehammer Nate echoed in her ear the entire ride home. She liked being on the road but she started to get curious. For five shows she’d had sellout crowds and still no royalty check. She also kept wondering who Terrance was arguing with before they got on the tour bus to head back home. Stacey kept her cool the entire time but sadly never saw her 70% so this concerned her greatly and as her following grew things began to get more complicated.

“Good job last night, go home and get some rest, I got big plans for you,” Terrance said, putting his fingers through Stacey’s fro. He had a habit of doing this. After all, she was beautiful and she loved wearing her natural hair. Looking into her brown eyes, Terrance could feel the vibrations of her aura and gently brushed up against her caramel skin. Terrance was a big buff guy that stayed in the gym but when Stacey began to question him his true colors began to show.

“I have a question about my royalties Terrance, you know this isn’t right,” she said.

“Stacey, out of all of the people, don’t do this to me, okay,” he said.

As Terrance got closer to her she began to get nervous.

“Terrance, it’s not that serious, okay, it’s not that serious, I just want my cut,” Stacey explained.

“Do you know how much I’ve done for you and now you want to pressure me about my books. I built you and I’m still building you, you get paid when I decide to pay you. Do you understand?” Terrance replied.

Stacey began to cry, “I trusted you, and now you want to take credit for everything we’ve done so far. I have bills to pay, I don’t even have a place to stay tonight, I got evicted before the tour, I thought I would’ve been paid by now.”

Terrance lit his cigar and calmly began to puff as he backed away from Stacey, “That ain’t my fault,” he said blowing smoke in her face.

Stacey began to panic, she had no power, no help, and no where to go. The deal wasn’t a deal at all, it was a life sentence with a maniac. 

“Why? Why are you acting like this?”

“Trick, take my dress off and get out of my bus,” Terrance said.

“Are you serious? No, Terrance, no!”

Terrance then grabbed her by her hair.

“I said take it off and get out!”

Hopeless, Stacey surrendered, she took his dress off, grabbed her bag and put her flip flops on then stepped out of the tour bus in a sports bra and some gym tights. It had to be about three o’clock in the morning as she began to walk home. She couldn’t believe what just happened, she was broken and none of Terrance’s staff stood up for her or helped her, they just watched as she began walking away from the tour bus now parked on the side of their hometown studio.

This was the deal, a lesson that a young girl with nothing learned early in life and once word got out, her career would never be the same.

Terrance took everything that she’d worked for and left her with nothing before she even reached her fullest potential. 

This was the deal and Stacey’s biggest mistake was she had no leverage. Terrance used her and when she tried to stand up for herself he tossed her back to the same streets where she came from.

Her life would go on and bad karma soon landed Terrance with a life sentence for brutally killing his baby’s mother. 

Terrance had plenty of time and opportunities to make good productive deals but sadly he didn’t. Every deal left him on a crash course that he created.

Deals 

The Monster

Hear my words clearly because for some reason my tongue can be deceiving and at times I won’t completely say how I’m feeling.

I firmly believe that an invisible monster chases us through this life and will devour us eventually.

In our struggles to be perfect and buy more time it whispers in our ear. 

It watches our every move.

When we kill it says “ten more, good job!”

When we laugh, it frowns.

When we go to bed, it gives us nightmares.

When we’re hungry, it shows us deceptive fruit.

When we love it hates.

Sadly, I don’t see this monster, but I can feel it.

Yesterday was my birthday and I thought about all of the people that I’ve lost.

I thought about my own struggles and how many battles I’ve survived so far.

I thought about the time when I was afraid.

I thought about the battles that I was afraid to face.

I thought about the people that I couldn’t help.

Last night I noticed a car pull over on the side of the road and I could hear a small voice telling me to help.

Then I heard a logical voice telling me that he or she has weaved their own path in time, keep driving.

Finding comfort in my man cave while falling to sleep I see people dying around me and I see images of my mother fighting the monster.

I see people, just like me fighting a bad habit.

Growing older I know someday I too will have to face the beast. 

I know I will have to face my own demons.

Down to the bare bone I win some spiritual battles and I lose some and no one can feel my pain but me. I am my own vessel.

As scary as it may seem, I know eventually that I will have to face the beast and in the distance I can hear a complete stranger telling me to not be afraid.

The monster is going to chase you to your grave but the great spirit will lift you up.

“‘BRIAN!’ eventually, just like a scrapping tiger you will have to face the beast.”

Just like everyone else, eventually, you will have to face the monster.

This comprehension is turning me into a madman, it’s making me fearless.

In a cold sweat and deeply distraught, I find myself in a fight that I did not choose.

God be with me, give me the strength, I’m blinded in every direction and I have to fight this beast in the dark at times. 

I have to fight it when I’m weak, and sadly, I have to fight it when I’m alone.

The American Explosion

 My mom told me a joke before she died, she said, “Brian, if you think you’re going to be rich count your blessings.” She was so serious about the joke that she bought me a mug with each word and dollar signs on it. I often joke with my family about money when in reality I hate what greed and fame does to people so let me get to the purpose of this piece. America is a 250 year explosion of ideas that in reality has left a lot of people in court. Many U.S. citizens are still fighting over things that will probably never manifest or be resolved for what they’re actually worth. Many U.S. stars are homeless and on drugs hoping for their next royalty check. Many veterans are still fighting injuries from the country’s foundation. Sadly, this is the reality of 250 years and many American citizens either don’t care or don’t know. Presidential families have been torn apart and there are endless streams of body bags and stolen investments in the name of the American dream. I encourage you my fellow citizens, to spend time with loved ones, stress the ideas of simplistic thinking because so many Americans have passed on chasing money and fame only to be lifeless at an endless stream of lawsuits and neglect. Left in a small hotel room on drugs with their television some how stuck on a religious network reminding them that we’re all sinners searching for God’s unconditional love. Rest in peace mom, for the first time I got to celebrate Independence Day alone and it wasn’t so bad. I plan to celebrate my birthday working and thanks for teaching me that the true beauty of freedom is the explosion of ideas that emerge from just spending time with family and friends or just jotting down ideas alone in a quiet place. You were right, blessings are priceless, and fireworks are just artificial shooting stars on sale at a convenience store. Hug everyone, even your enemies because in the end you’ll find yourself alone in a room with no one to fight with and the world will go on without you only to forget that you’re human just like them. Your story will linger on for days only to be retold years later in a group setting of ordinary people searching for a hopeful place to call home.

Happy Birthday America, and Happy Birthday Brian.

Somehow a turtle island nation became the home for people from all over the world.

Bride of Fury

The day began on a hot summer day.

In the distance I could hear a bird.

That’s when my old fashion eye began to see the truth.

He hated her and as they stood at the altar giving their vows he tried to escape.

The love was real but was only true in her heart.

Not feeling the equal bond, she stabbed him in the back over and over again as blood splattered in every direction.

In the distance I heard screams.

Fire then fell from the sky as the wrath of Islam began to unfold. 

As I stood and watched I looked at my shadow only to come to the conclusion that love is a force that if unfulfilled can turn an innocent woman into a bride of fury.

After seeing what I’d just saw I took the knife from the bride and cut the wedding cake.

It was expensive.

I felt her pain so I gave her a hug and as her husband to be laid lifeless on the ground I assured her that he would never hurt another woman again.

At that moment we cut the cake and danced at the reception without him.

The End