Keep Trying

In my worn state of mind, I fall victim to the obvious quite often. I too, have seen failure. On a rainy day I see four children outside practicing dance steps. I'm assuming they must be preparing for an event. Me and my friend Jenn continue to sit on the porch and watch them dancing in the rain. After falling several times, they spot Jenn on the porch. They then walk over to my friend Jenn and ask her if she would train them. I guess they had heard about her after hearing that she was a local legend. Jenn, in her now older age, said no. From a small distance, I watched as the children proceeded to keep practicing. Feeling the magic of the situation, I proceeded over to Jenn.
"That used to be you," I said to her with supreme empathy for the children.
When Jenn heard those words, her heart became open to the future. She proceeded over to the children and began to teach them and they continued dancing.
It was their desire to not let her down.
It was their desire to keep trying.

Human Anatomy

My heart beats...
I feel it and then look in the mirror.
I notice that I have two sides, a left and a right.
One side is weaker than the other.
That explains the forces of nature.
That explains the concept of good and evil.
My right side is stronger and my left side is weaker.
In my deep thoughts, I motion and use every tendon in my body.
My brain sends the signal, then I move.
The nerves in my spine only tremble when I go left.
I have minor control of my left side.
Noticing my human anatomy, I must maintain control and go right.
In this simple law of nature, I learn a valuable lesson.
I learn that perfection is far out of reach and a freak is only special when he sits in the middle but in the end he too must choose.
In a fight I only have an advantage if I can use my left and right hand.
Why is there two sides of everything?
Why does a butterfly have two wings?
That explains the laws of attraction, that explains why my conscience must choose between right and wrong everyday.
That explains why I'm only human.
I will learn from my mistakes.
When I go to far to the left it may be better if I go back to the right. 

The Dead Man's Conscience

Byron was a good man. He didn't have much but he had a good heart. His heart was so good that other men became envious of him and at point blank range one of the envious men shot Byron in the head and killed him. Jim, was his name and he had been watching Byron for quite awhile. He even over charged him a couple of times on his rent and set a camera up in the bathroom to watch his wife shower. When Jim took Byron's life, he had no clue what his life would be like afterwards. Everything that Byron possessed Jim took away, and left his loved ones with just a memory of him. To simplify this story, Jim was the land lord and Byron was the tenant and now that Jim's true colors had been revealed, his life took an awkward turn for the worse. In his jail cell, he could somehow feel and hear Byron's desires and thoughts to live again. The favor of death had to be returned. The voices haunted him until one day the prison guard found him hanging in his jail cell. Jim went from landlord to later becoming a brutal criminal and now a dead man. In Jim's life, it was never enough, but his envious mind led him to his fate. All he had to do was be content with his own life but his actions laid on his conscience, leaving him dangling from the ceiling and a final letter which read, "I'm sorry." The dead man's conscience to comprehend why he had been cheated out of his life haunted Jim until he could not bear to live anymore.
The End.

The Peaceful Investment

It's midday and I hear children outside playing. I then turn on the radio to hear the latest gossip about liberals and conservatives. It seems that another religious and cultural war has broken out. I sit down in my chair to comprehend the woes of mankind. The pros and the cons of war slowly eat at my thoughts. I contemplate on the matter of family and children that do not know what they will have to face when they grow older. They too will have to fight for something. I get up from my chair to lay on the couch, realizing that I've been in the shadows for too long. I have to do something to teach the next generation that there's a better way to live. I hear a voice in my head while watching and listening to the children play. I open the door and direct them to gather around on the sidewalk. I show them a picture of a bird soaring through the sky and then I showed them how to be peacemakers. I invest my time in their future; hoping, that if not all, then maybe one of them will listen. At the end of the day, I watch them run-off to their homes. I did something right today. I feel good about my little peaceful investment. As I prepare for bed, I see an old picture of me hanging on the wall in uniform fighting for freedom. I hope the kids from my neighborhood learn from what I taught them today. I hope they grow up with a better mindset than we had back then. I hope they grow up fighting for peace. I then lay down to rest, and while I laid there, I fell asleep looking at the stars in the sky. It's a peaceful night to rest and I've made a small peaceful investment in the future of human nature.