Wednesday, October 28, 2020

The Circus

 Oh no, I forgot Donald’s paperwork and he just got bit by a lion again.

Tina got upset because someone in the crowd called her a freak, she’s very sensitive about her portion of the show, she dedicates every performance to her late father who lost his head doing the same act.

Jerry likes music but he’s upset with me because I told him that the curse words had to be taken out of his performance because parents don’t want their children listening to someone bragging about how the devil is their father while explaining why their mother is the “B” word because she slept with him. He’s really into stuff like that but really puts on a good show.

This could be my last show, Cindy’s hair hanging act made national news after the performance went downhill when one of the girls lost her grip on one of the hair rings and they all fell to their death. Cindy was the only one who survived, I often visit her in the psych ward on the weekends. She hasn’t been the same since.

The lawsuits are piling up and no one ever reads the policies but the fans love us and here I am hanging from a rope fifty feet in the air.

I can hear the crowd cheering but for some reason I feel the rope getting tighter.

I just hung myself in front of five thousand fans.

The lights go black, the show is over.

Sadly, my insurance policy collapsed before the show and everyone watched me die, but no one could afford the funeral. Angry investors left my body at the coroner's office to rot. Til this day, on halloween, people put pictures of me dangling from a rope in their front yard to keep the show alive.

From the day I was born to the day of my death, I’ve been devoted to one thing:

The Circus. 

Monday, October 19, 2020

The other side of Mount Rushmore

 He marveled at the site as he and his daughter would always explore Mount Rushmore on his days off.

“I want to get a closeup of us by the mountain,” Martin told his daughter getting ready to snap his picture when he noticed an army of wounded and bloody men falling from the crevices of Mount Rushmore to get to them from the other side.

Martin and his daughter began to run.

“Help us! Please!” One of the soldiers yelled. 

While running, Martin realized that he dropped his two-thousand dollar camera.

Hiding behind a rock, holding his daughter not too far from the Mountain, he noticed something unique about the men and women.

“They’re soldiers dad,” Martin’s daughter explained noticing their uniforms.

“I wonder what’s going on, on the other side of Mount Rushmore,” Martin replied.

They both peeked over the rock and noticed that the soldiers were gone, they also noticed that Martin’s camera was gone too. Realizing that they had a clear path to escape, Martin recalled what one of the soldiers had yelled at him.

“Why did I hear one of them yell help us?”

Martin’s daughter pulled her father’s hand.

“Come on dad, let’s go home, this is not our concern,” Martin’s daughter said.

Martin looked his daughter dead in her eyes, 

“Go hide in the truck. If I’m not back in thirty minutes call for help.”

Martin’s daughter refused to let him go. 

“Don’t go dad, I don’t want to lose you like we lost mommy.”

Martin’s life flashed before his eyes. What were the odds of him always being on the fancy side of Mount Rushmore while never really knowing what was on the other side.

Giving in to his daughter’s demands, Martin picked up a black rock off of the ground and drew a black ribbon on the rock where he and his daughter hid. 

Retreating to his vehicle with his daughter, he took a last look at how close they had gotten to Mount Rushmore, but curiosity got the best of him.

“Daddy, what are you doing?”

“You shut up, you little spoiled brat, it’s time to take a look at the real picture. We’re going to see what’s on the other side.”

 Martin sped around the mountain. Having the advantage of being employed by the park this was his chance to figure out the mystery. With his daughter crying, his truck flipped over and slid down the other side of the mountain.

Dizzy and bloody, he and his daughter escaped from the truck while a number of healthy and wounded soldiers came to their aid.

Martin and his daughter left the other side of Mount Rushmore only to be starstruck by a hidden side of reality.

“Here is your camera Mr. President,” one of the soldiers said handing Martin his camera while his truck burned in the distance.

Realizing that there was no turning back now, Martin faced a field of wounded and exhausted men and women only to revive them as their new commander in chief.

“We’re with you,” he said as he and his daughter dropped to their knees surrendering to serve the other side. 

He and his daughter spent the rest of their life on the other side of Mount Rushmore, never to see the front again. One day, unexpectedly, onlookers noticed an army of men and women changing the faces.

A part of Martin died that day while another part of him lived. When his neighbors noticed that his house stood dark for months, they couldn’t help but notice his face along with billions of unknown soldiers on the front of Mount Rushmore. Things were changing.

A new day had been born. 

A new beginning.

Saturday, October 17, 2020

Utopia pt. 2

 It’s all good, bro.


 Yo, you made this up.





Why does it always feel like someone is watching me?

Maybe someone is, you’re always on stage.

Hey, if I died and went to hell would you come and save me?

Someone already did that bro, that story has already been written, we’re good, stop fighting and let go.

Read the book. 

Victory is yours.

Friday, October 9, 2020


 I sit and 🤔 ponder...

Is a child born with a destiny?

I ponder on this thought.

Is a child bred to do what an adult does later?

Does a child who seeks the weapon have a natural passion to kill or does the child know something about defense?

Is a child born without a conscience?

What makes a child find God?

Is it reason or is it fact?

One can only ponder on the thought.

If the human mind is trained to want more why do so many settle for less?

Why do so many find happiness with less and those looking in await for them to be miserable or are they? It could just be my interpretation.

Why do those with more to offer have to suffer when they’re expected to provide?

Why do some keep going while others stop?

Are laws made to be broken?

Is the earth round or is it a sphere?

Are we all just standing on a rock in space?

I ponder on the thought of wisdom...

Why does a man win only to feel like a loser tomorrow?

Why does a woman search for love only to find more sorrow?

My mind ponders on what makes a human like me so stuck in my ways...

I refuse to submit to modern times as I trip on an old phone cord, but I swear they’ll never figure me out or have they already?

I’m stubborn, but my mind is at ease or is it?

Am I “old school” because I see something in a woman who gives me a coin and cooks for me when I’m out on the streets?

I ponder for a moment on her true intentions, then I let go...

Why is she helping me? I’m nothing...

I ponder why she is giving me the strength I need to provide for her...

What does she want from me?

I ponder why she is encouraging me...

She won’t leave me on this corner to rot and die...

I stop pondering, I’ve figured it out...

She is trying to save us all, for a vengeful, bitter man is worth nothing without a coin in a cup...

We come out of her womb while she suffers in pain and when we’re worth nothing she still feeds us...

That’s something to ponder about...

One cannot exist without the other, I guess there had to be a maker of everything or did it just happen? The entire time the answer was right in front of me.


I guess we’re all in this together. One cannot exist without the other. 

As I stand a thousand feet above ground on a tightrope, I ponder why my mind is telling me to stay balanced.

Someone or something is watching over me, I can’t see it but I can feel it.