Snow Love

Today I built a snowman with the snow that was left over. After witnessing my masterpiece, I then snapped a picture and sent it to the kids to remind them to find happiness in the snow. 

I shared my snow love.

The Noose

I want to warn you that this piece is graphic for a good reason.

Sadly, we must never forget a very very dark time in history. A time when there were no record deals, no shoe deals, no entertainment deals, no book deals, no freedom and most of all no justice. This Black History month on the first day we remember the darkest execution method known at that time when an owned slave was hung. No black on black crime, just the property of the master. To reflect, the reality is that you died from being hung with a noose. 

The loophole is where the head entered creating a yanking position around the neck and the long part of the rope was then tied to a sturdy piece of level surface. The rope tightens at the looped part cutting off circulation to the brain. At this point gravity pulls the body to its end.

To die in this form is a symbol of how brutal life can be when a person literally doesn’t matter or feels so isolated that they choose this method to die. Sadly, in the past, people who were brutally beaten into submission were hung just for being Black. This stain in history has led us to present day forming a hard historical memory that many would rather forget. Sadly, there was not much mercy in the past, many victims never saw or understood freedom. In present time many have not forgotten and in present day the rage has created an evil that is a symptom of hate that will probably never go away. 

The Noose

The Art of Work and Disagreement

Anger can work in a number of ways. There’s good and bad in everything.

A face is deceiving because there’s always something more going on in the inside of that smile. The mind is not a one way street and there are many lanes.

If someone is spreading rumors about you, that’s a good thing, get naked and deliver their mail but don’t hug their spouse.

Religion is no different from religious, beliefs are not science but there’s a science for everything and it’s okay to believe in God but in reality S***t happens.

If you dodge a bullet, invent a bulletproof vest, the odds will be even slimmer the next time and you’ll save more lives with your work. You can make a deal with like minded people. I tell you work is good.

A rich man is no different from a poor man, everyone is looking for work.

Unfortunate people believe in luck but a worker will find something to do with one arm.

If someone is murdered in front of you find Christ, you’ll need him every step of the way. Attend church until you see God because the image will never go away. Go to church become a preacher and preach about it so no one else will kill.

If you want to be a professional, learn that you never will and you’ll keep trying until it’s amazing.

The beauty is when you upset people. Piss them off, make them so angry that they want to kill you just for doing your job.

Lose, and when you lose make it look as if you’re the worst at what you do. Losing confuses winners because not too many people want to be around a loser. Then once you lose your position and sit the bench, coach a team to the championship. In the end everyone will love your story.

If you see a fat person hang out with them and take them to the gym after dinner. I promise you you’ll find a good friend. Skinny people and fat people can feed off of each other. Work is good.

If you want to kill yourself call someone first, as a matter of fact take a picture of yourself in a noose, then go to the gym and workout. I promise you’ll feel better later.

If someone has a mental disorder and has a hard time communicating, read them a book and cut their hair for them. It’s healthy to look good. A fresh new look is good for mental health.

If you’re shoveling snow with a snow blower and it blows on someone else’s car while driving down the road and they curse at you wait twenty years later when the economy crashes, eventually they’ll try to make extra money trying to shovel your snow for you. 

If you feel racist, go to a KKK meeting and shake their hands. Be presidential because if a war breaks out you never know who you may love after the battle is won.

If you’re black and lonely or white and lonely, find someone from a different nationality and marry them. It will get everyone’s attention. Hug him or her and kiss them in front of everyone, it will make them work harder, they will hate you more but they’ll eventually try it when they get hurt.

If someone close to you dies, stand on someone else’s grave when you’re visiting them at the graveyard. This will make their family get upset at you but it will increase the understanding of honor and respect. The other family will get upset and they’ll cry and complain. Once they settle down cut their grass and give them a gift card from a local gas station. Forgiveness will help us all live longer.

Always make people think that you’re crazy, they’ll never bother you. It will give you more quiet time at work.

If you’re nasty, make a song and tell people how you like it. They will act perfect but eventually they’ll try it.

If you make money, never save it, just pay the bills and set aside an emergency fund. Too much money draws too many problems.

When you’re on the toilet, think about work, the bathroom will make you too comfortable.

If someone is smarter than you and always working go make a few dollars trimming their grass. You’ll learn something, I promise.

And lastly, when you get upset with someone, call other people and tell them what you’re going to do to the person when you see them and then the next day send them a picture of you and the person shaking hands and fishing. It will make the work better and teach them the better half of work and disagreements.

Now smile for the camera, work is good.

Snow Power

Sadly, I don’t know all of the language that they speak in congress, but I know for sure that there are dangerous people in the world. Very dangerous. Today was a Sunday before twelve midnight here in Ohio and God allowed a winter storm that literally shut the entire community down but I still chose to work. I’ve stayed busy. As a man I know someday I will have to die on earth, sadly, we all have to die. Constantly watching the news I keep seeing people die. Locally people are dying. All my life I’ve seen people die. These past few weeks, I’ve been feeling my heart beat faster. It’s as though something is jumping in me to make me stronger and braver. I usually like looking at necked women from time to time but recently my blood has been flowing for action. There’s a small voice telling me to stay calm, all legs taste the same and too much of the flavor of leg juice even the thought of it can make you lose sight of what’s in front of you. My eyes have been burning and my body can’t sit still. When I see drunk happy people, I get angry. Get to work. The truth is we’re all afraid and those who’ve been sent in to battle have tried and tried to prevent more chaos. Ignorant of our own failures we’ve seen the dirty snow. The truth is we need to keep the war cage closed. Do not pray to the war Gods. Even physics cannot undo the damage brought on by bombs. A mentally ill leader can only dictate but there are some sick people beating the war drums. Talk to people who have been victims of war, brethren, I beg you, do not unleash these evil Gods. They show no mercy. The pain is slow and the victims suffer in cages wishing they’d took another path. Today I felt angry, in reality I’m brave, but I’m afraid of war. I’m human. No person, no living person I believe is made to die young. I honestly believe that something wants us to live. Being a victim of war my entire life I’ve become strong minded but the truth is I hate suffering. I train and I train so I never forget what it feels like to suffer. Seeing dirty snow today I shoveled and shoveled until my legs and arms got weak but I learned that if God wants a Sunday to himself with peace and quiet. I got the point. I stopped shoveling the dirty snow and went inside and listened to my audio bible. Something in nature which had to be God said sit down. Silence is peaceful now rest, go to sleep.

Snow Power 

The Winter Brawl

 Mountains of snow just kept falling. It was the first round and while shoveling I couldn’t help but remember my first argument in the parking lot. At this point I’d shoveled me a few lanes but the snow just kept coming. Headed into round two I saw my ex-wife’s face in the ice so I shoveled some more. I couldn’t help but glance over while noticing the spirit of the guy who died of an overdose on the curb cheering me on. The snow flakes just kept coming. It’s amazing what goes through your mind when you’re shoveling the snow. Almost to the third round I felt a sharp glimpse of fear cross my mind. Maybe I should get a flamethrower. What if I were to die in this next round. I recalled a tussle with a coworker wanting to fight to the death. A thought in my head about death crossed my mind again. Headed into the twelfth round I realized that it was just me and the snow left in the stadium. Tired and exhausted, to be honest even after reading over 100 books I was never satisfied, I needed more to satisfy my soul. The truth is that I had no home to go to and I couldn’t tap out or ring the bell, I had to win this fight with old man winter or the entire world would freeze. Once the snow stopped, I knew I had him. I got my second wind and went and got my electric snow blower to finish the job. There were no rules in this brawl, just me and old man winter. Once the snow stopped, I delivered the knockout blow after 4hrs of shoveling the driveway, I did it. The 10 to 12 foot conquering was complete. While leaving to go in, there were no fans, just me and my shovel. It was back to business. Sweating under my snow gear I knew this wasn’t my last brawl. Old man winter would be back, headed inside I rested up and stayed on guard for the next blizzard. I had a strange feeling that this wasn’t our final showdown.

The Black & White Monster

I begged God to keep it out of me, but he wouldn’t leave me alone.

I tried to be nice to everyone, be a good man, follow the laws, smile, but no matter what, that dark black and white monster kept at it.

“The fire it burns. God, the fire burns, it eats the flesh until everything goes numb.”

Everywhere I went, there he was. 

At the point of no return I stood shaking in a room hoping and praying to some higher power to keep him out of me until I got a call from my neighbor.

In the Ten Commandments it says that we shouldn’t kill and that we should love God and not be high tempered so I asked God to keep the white and black monster away. 

Before I snapped, I saw an old picture of my family, I saw a part of me die every day and eventually I would have to face the black and white monster. He wanted my soul.

I never welcomed him in, but he just kept coming and coming until I felt a vessel in my brain pop. As he took ahold of my mind I grabbed his neck and kept choking him until I felt his soul leave his body. I couldn’t stop smashing his head on the cement. Then I woke up.

God showed me the dream of what I could become so instead of me acting out the dream I sat in a small room and punched on a punching bag until the black and white beast left my soul. 

Tired and exhausted, I sat down until he returned.

He never dies, if he can’t get to you one day he comes back the next.

He’s a monster. A black and white monster that keeps shifting until he steals your soul.

Don’t let him win.

Old Man Winter

While I shoveled, I could feel the old man trying to bring me down.

His bitter breeze, I could feel chilling down my spine.

He would not go down without a fight so I kindly asked mother sun to calm him down and in seconds she sent a ray of heat to put him to bed.

Old Man Winter