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

Black Balled

I gave them my standards and they huffed and puffed.

I became isolated as they went on without me.

Highly qualified, I still was axed out of the equation and could feel a part of me die slowly when they purposely gave me no credit.

Realizing it cost too much to fight their system of playing the game I came to realize that there are pros and cons to everything and only God knows our hearts. Seeing them bask in their riches, I’d faded from their conscious mind and was told to depart.

I went on with my life as they did too. Their face was on everything as I sat in a dark room defamed. I could hear their boastful interviews as they told about their hardships and life trials never even mentioning the time that we spent together building a dream. My career had been ruined, at least so it seemed.

I’d been black balled and forgotten.

Refusing to become bitter inside, I’d come to accept this as a part of human nature and imagined it as a bumpy ride. The truth is, we can’t win them all and seasons change as summer turns to fall.

Now old and gray, I’d become wise enough to leave my shame in the past for in the end as their triumphs faded mine would be last.

I finally got the call to do it my way but this time I refused and as their ship sunk, I watched it on the news. In a room I sat, old and retired, with my dignity still intact for it made no sense for me to go back.

In the end I’d reconcile with a verse from King Solomon, for life is like a vapor that vanishes away and in the end nothing matters so as I sat never to reach the peak of fame, I concluded my life traveling in a different lane. A path less chosen, with family and friends, longevity gave me the opportunity to tell my story. Honesty, I took no offense so in the end I gave God the glory. 

Black Balled

A Quiet Day

 This morning I could feel the seasons changing as I slowly got out of bed. Wiping my eyes, I could feel my feet hit the cold bare floor. It was Monday, once I got my clothes ironed I headed for the shower. Seeing that I lived alone, I turned on my radio only to hear that another war in the Middle East was in top headlines. Turning on the water I couldn’t help but think about how long everyone had been fighting over there and that’s when I heard the phone ring. Dripping with water, I rushed to answer.

“Yo, you don’t need to come in today, the office is closed,” Rob, my coworker said on the other end. 

“Wow, I had a whole day to myself,” I thought. After my shower I ate some breakfast then brushed my teeth. I looked at the paper and couldn’t help but feel sorry for all of the blood being shed overseas. After catching up on my news I decided to wash some clothes and read a book. I then did something that I hadn’t done in a long time, I took a nap. In the silence, I took a deep breath and fell to sleep.

This is what peace felt like, this is what the world is depriving itself of.

A Quiet Day

What’s in between War & Peace

 I tried and tried to comprehend human nature. Every lesson I learn I learn by running in circles. After the passing of my mother I’ve been trying and trying to comprehend this life and while watching the fire burn I can still hear that little voice begging me to come to the dark side. On my journey to live amongst the masses in peace I’ve come to learn that the truth hurts more than anything and as I grow older and wiser I’ve come to understand that an enemy can only see things from their perspective but just like the color green it can only be green and no other color. So one might ask, why do leaders fight for power every day leading to more endless wars? In this deep thought one must comprehend two equal forces that in the end must be balanced. Here’s an analogy: A little girl is born near a nuclear plant, she’s born with one arm. Her father blames the nuclear plant and is pressured to do something. This is where it starts; in the wee hours of the night he constantly hears voices, a voice that never leaves him alone as long as he has to care for his daughter. Watching his daughter slowly die her father then goes and takes actions into his own hands. He snaps and straps a bomb to himself and blows up everything around him. Brethren, this is called cause and effect. Natural laws of a scientific equation.

Brethren, this cycle of war is played over and over again. Sadly, for some it’s hard to walk away. It’s hard to turn the other cheek, but in reality just like me, there’s a force that tries to break all of us, but when we snap, it has everything to do with the laws of nature. In the end there is silence and balance, a balance that we all must face, but I assure you that the true God teaches his children to put down their weapons and live in peace. So what stands in the middle of war and peace? A man fighting to decide.

I’m in love with Candace

 After tuning into her podcast I saw the gates of heaven open. Immediately, I couldn’t help but feel her energy, together we could make the world better, apart we could do nothing. As I looked into her eyes my soul attached to hers. I could feel her energy. Together, while holding hands, we left the world behind as we entered the mating room. She began to touch me as I did the same to her. As the room began to heat up we remade an image of ourselves. We were in love.