Mother Isis’s Children

“They’re prophets and prophetess, be good to them.”

That’s what she whispered in my ear so I began to read them stories about Jesus and Mary along with other people like them.

I loved them all and gave them cameras and microphones as gifts.

Speakers, and note pads so they could perform for the father.

“Be an angel to them,” she said.

So I taught them how to fly and spread their wings.

I walked with them like King Solomon walked with his wives.

While getting them ready for bed she smiled at me and took my hand.

When they were aggressive she told me to build them gyms to play sports.

When they were in prison or committed awful crimes she gave me the scales of justice to free them from cages. 

She spoke the law to me on a mountain of wisdom.

“There is a force that wants to steal their energy. If this force succeeds you must go to the underworld and save them,” she said.

At that moment I knew my purpose so I journeyed to the underworld to save them.

I protected them from the forbidden trees and plants as we joined hands in a field watching the sun rise.

Dear mother Isis gave us a gift and like Pharaohs, and Kings of Abraham’s bloodline we kneeled only to rise in eternity with the God of all things. The Alpha and Omega. The creator of the universe.

I made her children happy. I loved them and I cared. When cold I gave them heat. When hot I gave them a cool drink.

When they asked for a home I gave them their own sphere called earth.

Like bubbles, when curious, I gave them wonders of the universe and stars to imagine and guide them through the night.

Like the moon I gave them an Aura of spiritual light.

When they wanted to discover, I gave them science and mathematics.

I gave them everything in remembrance of their beloved Christ who died for their sins.

I gave them God’s promise in a rainbow and in times of war I gave them peace.

Technology to balance perfection so they too could create.

Cars, so they could ride on wheels.

In nature, I gave them sounds and musical instruments. 

I gave them ears to hear and eyes to see.

I give them all of this to show them that I love them…

To show them that I care.

Growing old we wrote scripts and began to act things out in plays.

We sang like the birds, I showed them the way and it was good.

Who am I?

Looking in the mirror I’m like the air that you cannot see.

I’m like the wind that blows.

The same image that you see with your eyes is a reflection of pieces, small frames of time bound together in an infinite circle of possibilities.

Together as man and woman we create life. We create you. 

I am that I am; therefore, I am with you.

Mother Isis’s children.

The Day Everyone Gave Up

 “Greg, you listen to me boy, you never give up, you hear. I don’t care if you ain’t got a dime to yo name. In this family we never give up,” Greg’s grandfather said pushing him into a lake with no lifeguard.

Greg had to be in that lake for at least 30 minutes treading water. 

“Good job,” his grandfather John said pulling his shaking little body out of the lake.

20 years later:

“Where did everyone go?” Greg asked his wife.

“I don’t know sweetheart, I guess they all quit,” his wife Janice replied.

No one was preaching at the churches.

No one was at the corner store.

No one was at the gas stations.

No one was at any stadiums.

The schools were empty.

The universities were empty also.

Police cars and fire trucks were at the stations with no one in them.

Everyone stayed home and did what they wanted to do.

Janice soon noticed the power go out and no water coming out of their water faucet.

She looked at Greg with a stern look, “You better get everyone off of their ass Greg or we’re all going to face a slow death.”

Greg knew his wife was serious so he lite the fire under the world and she was his queen, a new dynasty had begun under their reign.

Queen Janice and King Greg never gave up while everyone else gave in.

Champions 

The Flesh

I’d been running for hours. I could hear it chasing me.

It had been haunting me my entire life. Under the bed, on the phone, in the closet, this thing was wild. I knew it was ruthless because it held my entire family at gun point, kids and all. Out of breath, it tried to make a deal with me but I refused.

“I can give you the world, will you take my offer?” it said.

At that moment I jumped off of the top of the mountain only to fall in a forest filled with trees and other beast waiting to devour my entire being.

Searching for safety it even jumped inside of other humans. Converting them, but I would not let it take my soul. Hiding under some brush, I could feel a blade pierce my skin. Then I felt multiple blades.

This thing was fierce, bleeding and losing blood fast I screamed for help only to be betrayed over and over again.

It was as though there was no hope. Shaking, my body was losing energy. I began to sweat as I could feel the funk of nature infecting my wounds.

In the distance I could hear footsteps and an army of invisible angels. I had to be dreaming or near death because these things don’t happen in reality, and nature shows no mercy. When you’re finished, it’s over, but as I felt my body healing, it was real.

The invisible force gave my soul enough power to heal my flesh.

The flesh is weak, but it takes the divine force of a supernatural power to overcome the woes of negative energy. 

I’d escaped this time, but I knew it was just a matter of time before it returned.

Beware, it devours the flesh slowly, and it takes pleasure in the midst of suffering. It’s a mystical force that you can feel, but you can’t see. It feeds on…The Flesh

Super Stars

Amazing balls of light.

Super bright..

They help me navigate at night.

They’re super stars.

Amazing how they glow.

Super shine, it’s hard to see.

Blinded, I seek shade behind a tree.

Space is filled with wonders.

Opticals yet to be explored.

Places so hard to visit leaving the imagination never to ignore.

An amazing universe filled with amazing things I guess that’s why my imagination leads me to a big screen.

If stars were alive they would glow inside of people.

Some shining brighter than others, I’ll sit back and watch the show.

Eat some popcorn and imagine the sun shining from a face with rays in the form of an Afro. 

Super Stars

I won’t forget you lord

In the middle of the fight between Abraham’s heirs I still see one man dangling from a cross.

As my worldly ambitions overtake my feeble mind I see him as a friend, and a brother.

A savior to those who are less fortunate and an obligation for those with power and wealth.

As I’ve matured into manhood I’ve come to understand his unique strength.

He taught and preached about the kingdom of heaven and for those with no hope he gives them strength;

Therefore,

I won’t forget you lord.

My sins are forgiven and I owe you for that.

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.