Wednesday, February 1, 2023

The Mysterious Art Exhibit

 Here I sit 

                      God thinking

I can create 

       If the world is cursed 

I too can create spells to undo them

                Am I thinking like God

Question Mark

All honors that be

         He works through my work

I can choose to live and let live

                No need to jump

        God gave me a choice for life 

I’ll take it

Standing alone on a stage 

                  I’m like the creator


 speaking life 

What a display

          Even if I die 


               my image is still here with no fading

it’s High Definition 


                    I wonder what they see

                An exhibit

shabby clothes

                         khaki pants

                                      On a canvas pad 

      On raw paper 

words of reason

                        A pure display 

              spilled problems 

    as a free Art Exhibit

        in this exhibit, I’m FrEe

I can’t see my face

                            I’m a piece of work



        I have to believe that





Tuesday, January 31, 2023


Learning to be yourself is a process,

Not everyone can throw a ball 75 yards and not everyone can lead an army to victory.

Not everyone can preach a sermon and not too many people can cure a fatal disease.

If you were once told that your life would end or that you would be a complete failure, but you beat the odds, be grateful.

Not everyone can write a book over a thousand pages and not too many people can swim in the ocean.

My friend, we’re all made unique.

Some of us are kind and some of us want to rule the world.

Some of us are obedient and some of us are special.

Train your mind not to disrupt or see kindness as a weakness.

Friends, be grateful for kind people, try not to over analyze good deeds so much, and just be grateful. Not everyone is the same. 

Why beat up on those who share their time? Why beat up on those who show compassion for others? It’s not a weakness. 

Indeed my friend, it is a gift.

The best thing we can do is be grateful.

In memory of kind friends and family who answer the phone in times of hardship.


Friday, January 27, 2023

Be good Children

 Children be obedient;

At the end of the day most adults are lost and lonely.

Children, enjoy your youth, don’t grow up too fast;

At the end of the day adults see a part of you in them.

Children, take the time to listen;

At the end of the day adults mean well.

Children, be children;

Time flies, one day you’ll be an adult.

Children, respect adults;

When their time is up on this planet you’ll miss them and the world will be yours because it’s your inheritance.

Be good children, I made this poem for you.

Thursday, January 26, 2023

Why are you disrespecting mummies?

If I dug up your grandma’s grave, how would you feel?

If I tried to figure out your most treasured secrets, how would you feel?

If I took every custom that you owned and claimed it as my very own, how would you feel?

Sir, what are you looking for?

Sir, what are you trying to prove?

But most of all, Sir, what are you trying to hide?

Sir, whose history is it actually and if it was so bad, what are you searching for?

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

What I try to do as a Businessman

I try to get better everyday.

I try to listen.

I try to be kind.

I try to make myself available to everyone.

I try to teach.

I try to accept criticism even at times when I may know more.

I try not to let my ego get in the way.

I try to care.

I try to manage my finances with minimal risk.

I try to conserve.

I try to be obedient and on time.

I try to make my products and services affordable.

I try to learn and soak up new information daily.

Humorously, I learn how to take a beating every day then get up and do the same thing over again tomorrow.

Everyday I take on a new task in similar fashion, knowing that I don’t know everything, but I have to be humble enough to accept that simple fact. 

The more I try the more I grow as a businessman.

If I fail, at least I tried.

Sunday, January 22, 2023

A Revelation of Hell & War

A jungle is filled with wild animals fighting for survival. Giant black venomous spiders. The constant fear of being in danger. There’s no peace. Tribes constantly battling for territory and treasures hidden underground.

Alpha males breeding with pure virgins and some screaming while being raped. Foul winged demonic spirits, snorting pure white powder to fuel the serpent’s rage and to ease the pains of an abused past. Animals fighting in cages, beast being set free, and hunger makes it even wilder.

Mushroom clouds exploding from nuclear war and innocent civilians running in fear. Chaos and deranged lunatics set free in the wild. 

Tears of blood falling from combat faces painted in dirt.  Kill, kill, kill, for what? 

The revelation of hell and war.

 Comprehending the probability of survival, one becomes psychotic, screaming like a mental health patient. Beating on your chest like a wild gorilla after a gut thirsty victory in the middle of nowhere. I write you to warn you of what evil can be unleashed, so listen, read my words cautiously, because it can happen in the blink of an eye, it’s not pretty. Take my words seriously because a jungle is filled with wild animals fighting for survival. 

There’s no mercy in war. Choking on gunpowder. Survivors are often scarred for life, seeking refuge in unfamiliar territory. Scarred for life, waking up in the middle of the night shaking from the memories of those they killed haunting them in their dreams. Screams of virgins being stripped of their innocence in the field. Prisoners beaten into submission with no savior in sight. Slaves never to be set free. I, as in, I, a man, once sat in front of a computer screen and watched the souls of humans with eye popping tattoos being devoured by the beast. Now, I, too, am slowly being devoured by uncertainty.

The echos of madness begins to open up gateways into my mind. I’ve become sick, tired of human misery, I too, begin to be devoured by the beast, fighting for my soul.

Sitting in the darkness of night, war, had turned me into a warrior. In the distance I could hear bones crackling, prisoners being squeezed to death by giant anacondas. Fed to hungry snakes. Falling deeper, I stood tall in the muddy pit only to witness my people being enslaved by the enemy, this alone, turned me into a raging soldier. They stood in line with no flag, no more nation, no more memories of stars, just the dead of night under a new regime being tormented—their entire history being erased. 

A Revelation of Hell & War…

This was a life or death situation. My mind, body, and spirit would never be the same. I’d been exposed to a different side of life. Everything that I took for granted in my time of peace had been placed in front of me to reach for, but the enemy took it. I reached and reached while fighting for my dear life. Captured, they put a noose around my neck. In a moments time I’d be erased from present time. Trembling with my feet to the fire, I saw my family suffering the same fate as me. I was already dead, I just didn’t know it. Feeling a boot kick me in the back I dangled from a tree branch only to awaken from a terrible dream.

In one nights time, I’d literally walked through hell, only to awaken and appreciate everything that life had to offer. Fortunately, I didn’t die in the dream, I awoke in freedom.

Choose peace, my friend, because war is not pretty.

A thousand chances at life dwindle away in minutes time.

The Revelation of Hell & War.

Saturday, January 21, 2023

Jot it down

 Save a thought for a rainy day,

Save a thought when you can’t pay,

Plant a tree, write a book,

Save a thought for a good song hook.

Watch the sun rise and think about love,

Jot a thought down watching doves.

These thoughts may be your passions, your deepest desires.

These thoughts may keep you from being called a liar.

A thought here, a thought there, sometimes even thoughts to share.

These thoughts may be your relief, these thoughts may set you free.

Jot it down.