Monday, November 4, 2024

Moon Chills

I couldn’t speak. Alone in the dark I felt its force watching me. It wouldn’t leave me alone. Chills began to roll down my spine, I had to fight. I couldn’t see anything, but I did see the glowing moon light in the sky. No matter what I did, this force wouldn’t leave me alone. It was like I held the key to the gate of a better world and every day that I got closer to opening it got harder and harder. It was just me being myself, but this force, no matter what I did wanted more. I had no where to run to, no where to hide, everything I loved the force destroyed. Everything I thought was mine the force took. Death began to run across my thoughts, falling into the darkness of night—into an unforgiving hole of grief and sadness, never to see earth again. The chills got worse.

Why am I here? Was I born to defeat this negative force giving me hell? Fighting with everything that I had left in me, I felt my flesh getting weak. I’d given everything, and it still wanted me. Shaking naked in a room sweating, I couldn’t give up. Surrounded and out numbered, I begged God to take me home, but in the end as a man, I had to face my fears. I fought in the darkness of night with my fists and fingernails, the pages of my bible had been burned, my sword and gun had been melted. Blind, looking into a dark mirror, I saw my face. This force took everything from me, my books, my family, and now it wanted my life. In the distance, I began to hear Christmas music, I heard people singing, and I heard children playing, but I saw no one. Realizing the stars at night and the moon in the sky, I knew what the force wanted. It wanted me to surrender, but instead, I gave my life to save the world. I didn’t go down without a fight, the force’s main objective was to take away my vision of peace.

Moon Chills

Friday, November 1, 2024

The Moon & God

Who are we?

In our hard times when we’re filled with pride.

Money falling out of our pockets.

Who are we?

When the rich and famous cannot save us.

When war is eating away at our flesh and bones.

When we’re weary—

Joining hands with no ray of hope.

The flesh without spirit doesn’t move friend. It’s nothing but meat for the animals to eat.

The spirit needs fuel.

The spirit needs vision, eyes to see while dwelling inside of the body.

So I ask. 

Who are we?

I see the madness of man and I too at times deserve no mercy.

Alone in a cruel world trying hard not to break the rules, yet I fail every time.

My mind wonders off into believing that I can save the world on my own, but I must comprehend that I did not make the moon to glow at night.

I didn’t make all of the rules and fine things that construct convenient living.

I did not make the earth that spins.

I can only imagine.

So I say brethren. 

So I say friend.

If you’re not afraid to believe or use the term of a living  God that breathes life into mortal flesh.

I say that I’m with you.

If you’re not afraid to use the word God while writing or comprehending the nature of man, I say that I’m with you.

A living God in the terms of physics and science that when thought of brings mortal men to wonder.

A living God that proves us all wrong when we think we’ve got it all figured out.

Brethren I confess, filled with knowledge, I admit that I’m still blown away at the thought of God. 

These are the thoughts of powerful people, pharaohs, queens, and kings. All dead in the flesh but spiritually awakened in another life of wonders facing the truth.

I confess that I believe that even if the Sun were to burn and the moon were to fall from the sky, I believe that God would create another one of each for whatever life he chooses to use them for.

So in your poor state and your dumb fragile feeble mind, even if you are rich and secluded from society, as long as you acknowledge that there is something greater to believe in. As long as you believe in the power of an unfathomable force called God, I am with you.

I will conclude, that if you don’t believe in God and you believe that everyone and everything is just here, I do not judge you, but I will warn you that you may wear yourself out. You may get a little tired trying to carry the weight of the moon. You may get confused and lonely. You may do things without a conscience and you may wonder why the people around you don’t feel the same way you do in a life with no creators outside of mom and dad. I will not even curse you if you don’t believe. I still love you.

So in a world of trouble, I ask again.

Who are we?

In the wee hours of the night, lonely, with no women and no gas on to keep me warm something or someone is in my mind telling me to light a fire and showing me how.

Something or someone is providing me with light from the moon so I can read and see at night.

We are his people, we are his children. Even if we turn away he shows us who he is.

He is God.

Tuesday, October 29, 2024

The Moon Beast

John was a good man, he was honest and upright. His patience got tested over and over again. Rumors started to spread that John would turn into a totally different person at night when the moon came out. One of his lady friends told a local reporter that he would turn into a beast. 

“It’s like he has split personalities,” she said.

All the while, whatever was going on at 57 Northwest Blvd. at night started to make heads turn. Multiple reports of werewolf sightings hit the mainstream news in locations where John was spotted at night. 

“I blame his wife and his mother. I think they pushed him to his limit,” one of the local store owners explained.

“He was nice until everyone kept taking him as a joke and I think he just snapped,” his best friend explained.

Either way, people started coming up missing.

“He would often talk about Egypt and how every culture stole their customs. I even heard that he believed that he was a god himself. The man was strange,” his neighbor said.

“So why do you think no one has seen him out and about?”The reporter asked.

“It’s because he knows what we’re saying about him. If you were being blamed for sucking the blood out of innocent people, would you show your face?” His cousin said.

Either way, John was the new top story. The man that was a humble servant of God in the day but a moon beast at night. Sitting in the crowd, he was spotted at a presidential debate. As soon as the cameraman spotted him they saw his eyes turn yellow when one of the candidates mentioned increasing taxes and that’s when it happened. Everyone witnessed what they all assumed. John turned into the Moon Beast and devoured the blood and flesh of everyone at the debate. 

No science could explain what triggered John’s inner beast, but with the potential leaders of the free world now gone the man who was half man, half beast now ruled the world. A new species of mankind now howled at the moon at night transforming the world’s people into moon beast.

The Moon Beast

Monday, October 21, 2024

The Moon Queen

 “I’m starting to like criminals,” the Moon Queen said sitting on her throne.

“Why?” Her servant asked.

“Because when I bring justice to our land, they will bring the termites to me when I’m ready to cleanse the night sky with their blood.”

She had now gotten her servant’s attention.

“What?”

“I have received word that my creatures of the night are migrating into the day. This has displeased our lord of the day. He has decreased my glow; therefore, I have been summoned to balance things out,” the Moon Queen replied.

Her servant Squire entered the room, “Here she is your highness. A lady of the night.”

“What is your report?”

“I have been sold over and over again as a sex slave. I’ve been raped, drugged, and beaten lifeless by strong mighty men, only to be left for dead, brought back to life only to be drugged again. My children have all been sacrificed to the God Moloch. Every deity I’ve cried to has shown me no mercy your highness. I beg you, please help me. I have prayed for a hero,” Lilly, the lady of the night said.

This angered the Moon Queen, standing tall from her throne, her black garments began to glow with rage.

“Servants of the night, gather our weapons of war, it is time for us to cleanse the night sky. Prepare for mass executions,” the Moon Queen said.

The moon soon turned bloody red as the creatures of the night began to howl.

“Who is brave enough that they will crucify my ladies of the night, but will not bow to the Christ in repentance? The man has spread the earth with carnage so too shall I. I will raise the dead and they too will be my army!” The Moon Queen shouted gravitating from the moon down to the earth. A foggy mist soon covered the dark earth as the planets blocked the Sun’s light. Screaming could be heard as the dead began to feed off of the living. 

“These are the creatures that failed to honor the oath of God, show them no mercy,” the Moon Queen commanded.

Flashes of light were seen in the night sky as war gods were unleashed. Exchangers of drugs and feeble corrupt judges were seen from afar begging for mercy.

“Off with their heads, then feed the remainder of their lifeless flesh to the wolves.” The Moon Queen declared.

As the creatures of the day sat idle hiding in their homes they began to scream for help.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God have mercy.

They prayed for the sun, but the Moon Queen’s wrath spilled on the earth for forty days and forty nights because they too were punished for not being brave enough to keep the night creatures away from the day. Once her wrath was over and Lilly, the lady of the night, gave birth to twin virgins, the Moon Queen took this as a gift from the Goddess of the day.

“Halt! The bond has been restored. The earth’s night is quiet and cleansed. We can return home now,” the Moon Queen said ordering all of her troops home. At this moment the twin virgins were given names. One was called Day and one was called Night. 

“People of earth, if any man on this planet destroys these two gifts from the heavens, then I will return with eternal darkness,” the Moon Queen said.

The people of the day soon got word that their prayers had been answered. They came out to witness the beauty of the sun, for which they had not seen in a while. Night and Day took their place amongst the people, never to be neglected like their mother. With permission from the Christ they gave mankind a rainbow in the sky.

The Moon Queen was pleased.

The Moon Queen


Sunday, October 13, 2024

Moon University

 “Class, my question for you is does the moon exist if we have never been there?” Professor Rock asked dismissing his class.

This was their assignment, but something more was going on in the minds of the students at Moon University. Rob, a chemistry major started specializing in rebellious studies. He became so obsessed with finding ways to get the human mind to rebel that he started using his classmates as subjects. Rob’s plan was to create real world problems by exposing how the university was spending its money and once he got ahold of a camera and a website his work began to take shape. His first story released was a report on how there were so many students struggling to make ends meet and he also reported data of how many graduates had no jobs after college. Every week Rob would report real campus stories on his website and he remained anonymous. 

“Good day class, today our project will be focusing on a mission to the moon,” Professor Rock said noticing chatter among his students.

“Is there a problem?” He asked politely.

Sharon, who read Rob’s articles almost daily couldn’t help but question her professor.

“If time on earth is different then time on the moon should we be wasting our time trying to achieve your goals or ours Sir?”

This caused an uproar in Professor Rock’s class.

“It is my job to teach, I have no alternative goal. May I ask what has sparked your question?” Professor Rock responded.

“I bring up my theory of opportunity cost. If I am in your class every day at a price couldn’t I spend my own time building my own spaceship to the moon?” Sharon said causing a stir in the class.

“What is your name?”

“Sharon, Sir.”

She got Professor Rock’s full attention.

“What is knowledge to you Sharon? Why do we call you all students?” Professor Rock asked.

“Is that a trick question Sir?” Sharon responded.

“Sharon, no one forced you to sign up for Moon University did they? You came here to learn, you’re using your time wisely. If you want to live in a world with no education the door is open. Go and try to reach the depths of space on your own. I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m not forcing any of you.”

After Professor Rock made his point a number of students walked out with Sharon to protest for student jobs while Professor Rock continued to teach.

“Now class, I must make this point, some of you will make it out of here with your degree and some of you will be like Sharon trying to spend the rest of your life proving people like me wrong. It’s your choice.” He explained continuing his lesson. 

Shortly after, a burning rock came flying through his classroom window while Sharon and her rebellious classmates began to riot and protest, witnessing the outrage, Professor Rock and his class fled to safety.

Chaos soon filled the campus and riot police were everywhere trying to calm students down.

Rob’s website soon became filled with information and his master plan to inflict the student body with news that would give the students leverage over the university began to take shape and Rob was yet to reveal his identity. Sharon, who was now a product of Rob’s social experiment took to the bullhorn.

“My fellow classmates of Moon University. We will be the students who demand payment for our hard work. We will not starve while learning like other university students. I have been informed that once we get what we want, we will rebuild this university with our paid labor that we fought for.” At this moment Sharon began to lay out her plan for the entire student body, but some students got violent and started dragging other students out of their classrooms to make sure that nothing on campus could be accomplished without the students. This caused the National Guard to be called because people were now in danger and Sharon’s protest was not considered peaceful.

Rob on the other hand began to record everything and post campus footage on his website. The entire college riot began to spread across other universities causing a wave of protests. Even as students began to get hurt Rob never thought that his experiment was getting out of hand until he got hit with a flying bat trying to interview a student faculty member.

The riots caused so much damage that Moon University had to shutdown and no one could afford to clean up the mess but the government. Taxpayers soon demanded a return on their investment and Sharon and her followers never got what they demanded. In the end, most of the faculty at Moon University found themselves unemployed and had to find jobs somewhere else. After Rob got hit with the bat and spent about a year in recovery nothing more got published on his website because his brain damage was so severe that he could no longer use his hands.

Professor Rock never saw the product of his class goals at Moon University, but he did publish a book about his experience at the school. The first chapter of his book showed a picture of him on the moon with another class from another university explaining how they pulled it off and for some odd reason he never mentioned anything about the class that failed. The booked was a best seller focusing on constructive thinking and how if rebellious thinkers used their energy to build up instead of tearing down then the world would be able to reach its fullest potential. Professor Rock used the proceeds from his book to rebuild Moon University and at the end of his journey he found Sharon to adhere to her demands. His first sentence when he saw her was, “Together we can use our time to make the world better, apart we can use our time to divide it. It is God who gives us that choice.”

Now living in poverty with an enormous amount of bills and debt, Sharon and Professor Rock began to rebuild. It took her 30 years to learn Professor Rock’s first lesson, just imagine if she hadn’t wasted the time trying to prove him wrong. The lesson was learned and now a new chapter of Moon University began.

Moon University 


Thursday, October 10, 2024

The Wolves & the Moon

I heard a voice in my head guiding me. I didn’t know which way to turn. It was like I was a sheep being led into the night jungle.

“Don’t be afraid,” the voice said as I witnessed wolves howling at the night moon.

They had control of everything, they drugged me, my mother, my father and my entire family.

This was their product, grown and transported in the night. 

They were white people, black people, in the form of all races of human beings and there I stood as a little innocent child standing in the middle of this madness.

Therefore, I was a victim.

I could smell the funk of flesh being torn apart in the night. Their music played through the airwaves and their women stripped naked on the computer screens. There was no innocents as they blended in with society stealing souls and everyone became consumers.

They even got involved in politics, spreading their philosophies of manipulation across the globe. I watched them blend in daily feasting off of the flesh of fickle sheep. One after another rising to power.

In the night, I combed my way through the madness only to flee to safety in the day.

They were everywhere and I could not hide but I refused to consume their products. 

They killed everything that I loved. Seeing the sun rise, I ran to the top of the mountain to hide.

I waited patiently for God to tell me what to do next.

I was a sheep dressed in black and they were wolves in sheep clothing. Their true nature came out with the moon in the night.

They were clever creatures.

The Wolves & the Moon

Sunday, October 6, 2024

The Moon Soap Opera

“I love you Brianna. I always have and always will,” John said.

“I wish I had time, but I’m tired of the back and forth John,” Brianna replied turning a cold shoulder to John.

“Brianna wait. Please, just give me a chance to explain. Those feelings I had for Vikki are gone, I’ve always loved you.”

Brianna turns around slowly.

“Really John?”

“Yes, do you remember in art class when we painted a picture of the neon moon, I still have that picture. Brianna, you have always been the one I love. Now stay, put your things back in the room,” John says looking into Brianna’s eyes.

“What about Vikki? You can’t have both of us at the same time.”

John grabs Brianna’s hand, but she pulls away.

“We’ve had our time, I’ve heard you apologize over and over again. This has to end,” Brianna says walking out.

“Brianna wait,” John shouts, but she had already made her way out the door. As John began to chase her down the apartment complex hallway, she couldn’t help but speak her mind.

“John, stop it! I’ve always been your second call girl and I’m tired of your games. I saw you and Vikki together kissing yesterday so why do you keep bothering me? What do want from me John?” 

At that moment, Brianna got inside of the elevator and John felt his heart drop. He leaned on the wall of his fifth floor apartment complex and took a good look at the moon out of a nearby window.

“I’m sorry Brianna, I’m sorry.”

The Moon Soap Opera

Saturday, October 5, 2024

The Craters on the Moon

I cheated death over a thousand times. Black people were killing each other, white people were killing each other, people of all races creeds and colors were killing each other. Then the medical bills for mom started coming, they never stopped, collection agencies soon followed. Churches soon shutdown because everyone’s ten percent went to the drug man, the cigarette man, and the beer man. So there I stood in the back yard building a spaceship. I had to find a new world. Bursting into outer space I miraculously landed on the moon. No one would have ever imagined that the craters had just enough food and air for one lonely soul to live the rest of his life in peace. I got my wish upon a star.

The Craters on the Moon

Wednesday, October 2, 2024

The Moon Strike

 “Little Star, why don’t I get the same attention as the sun? I deserve equal pay and attention just as much as her. If people don’t appreciate my glow, then I’m going dark, I’m going on strike,” the Moon said to Little Star.

“Moon, you’re just as important as all of us, without you, we stars won’t get a break and the people and creatures of the night will not have a guiding light to get through the evening,” Little Star explained encouraging her Moon friend to keep glowing and to stay on the job.

“You’re right Little Star, tell the universal captain that I’m good, I’m with the team, if we’ve been at it for this long, then why stop now?” The Moon said as all of the stars and planets kept their orbit.

“That’s it old friend, I got your back, I know how you feel,” one of Saturn’s moons said from afar.

“We don’t get the same glory as the sun brother, but we have to keep these gears turning. At least we’re not like the humans, they kill each other when they don’t get their way. Keep it up friend. Do it for the love of the galaxy, the black hole supervisors are watching.”

After seeing all of the planets, moons and stars come together to encourage him the moon dusted himself off and stayed in orbit. It was all good.

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

The Moon Deal

 If the sun were to shine 24 hours a day I don’t think the world would have enough time to cool off. I’m pretty sure that’s why God threw in the moon as a bargain deal just so we would have enough light to guide us through the darkness of night. That’s a good deal, it even glows so it can’t just be randomly there. I assume like everything else it has to have a purpose.

The Moon Deal

Sunday, September 29, 2024

The Midnight Moon

In the darkness of night the angel of love made a promise to the King, if his heart were to feel the purity of love, then the bombs would be out of the scene.

Seeing that the King had til midnight, he took a look at his people and true love was their only hope to make them a sequel. The magic and the wonderful essence of its strength was the only weapon that could save the world.

As the ruler of the bear continent threatened to drop the bomb, good men stood on guard to protect their families. 

Looking to the midnight sky the King had to break the curse, if God were to cure his kingdom, then he had to feel love first.

As the raging bear King took up arms, the King only had til midnight to receive a kiss, but sadly there were no women on his list.

“Where is she? You don’t have much time,” the angel said, so the king stood tall and raised his hand. “There is only one woman, but she lives in a hut, and I know I love her because I feel it in my gut.”

“Then go to her,” the angel said, “If she gives you her heart, then I will do my part, I will tell the Bear King to stop the war, and nuclear weapons will be no more.”

The King ran to little May’s hut to give her his heart only to find her in a field fixing her cart.

“I love you May, I always have, if you take my hand we can lead a brand new world. A world of peace, heaven on earth, please say yes so we can break the curse.” 

Standing under the midnight moon she took his hand and shook her head “Yes!” then the Angel of love spread her hands across the sky for no nuclear weapon ever again possessed the ability to fly.

A smiling King filled with true love makes the world stronger and the force of hate conquered by love helps us all live longer.

As the King stood under the midnight moon with his true love this gave the world enough hope and a feeling of belief. For a heart filled with love can conquer all grief.

The raging bear King was stopped by the angel of love and in the distance flew a magical dove. 

At the sight of the dove flying at night, the world stopped fighting and there was no more dying. As the King kissed his bride under the midnight moon the nuclear curse was broken and peace spread soon. A world filled with love took off with a boom and hate was swept away like a broom.

The Midnight Moon

Friday, September 27, 2024

Moon Dust

They flew in spaceships, at least that’s what we saw from earth.

When they arrived there was no air and the brightness of the sun could be seen in the distance.

Humans on the moon.

No!

How do you put humans on the moon?

To believe it, people started snorting moon dust.

They began to glow like neon lights in the night.

Standing in the middle of dark space they soon realized that there was no middle, just darkness and too much to soak in.

They soon realized that the flesh could only go so far but the spirit could float through space.

The spirit could see far beyond.

Not satisfied with earth, they began to snort moon dust to elevate their minds.

The more they snorted, the higher their minds were to the depths of space, some so high that they never returned back to earth.

While the astronauts calculated, these humans cheated by snorted the moon dust already provided by the sun.

The dust gave them the ability to fly.

Moon Dust

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Day & Night

Let’s have a conversation for a second because there is what we call the day and what we call the night. As a teen I was not invited to the VIP section. Beautiful women whom me and all of the little somewhat good boys dreamed of being with were in the VIP section. They were ushered into the higher circles for mating season. The reality is that the so called good boys were not invited and in reality we got the left overs. The tears, the forgotten children, and the scars of wearing black in the shadows so walk with me in this piece. The so called good boys saw the naked pictures, the soft and hard porn while we dreamed at night of having good wives. We were not accepted, but that is not what this piece is about so stay with me, don’t leave me alone again please. Numb and digesting the preacher’s heavenly message the so called good boys saw them on the VIP list also while we so called good little boys were sent to hell suffering in a small room alone studying for the test fantasizing about sexual screams that we yearned for in the night. There’s drugs and alcohol at these VIP parties. As I walk through hell, yes, I see dead presidents having sex with little black innocent slaves, I see rich entertainers moon and sea walking across the ocean of fire, but in this I see a part of all of us, I see priest with innocent little children trying to grab my robe to save them from burning in the lake of fire. As I ride my black horse my wings span across the world, so who am I? I’m a sinner that will not throw stones because in a way I wanted to be just like them, but I couldn’t stomach the guilt and the memories of taking souls. The jealousy and the envy of the common man to kill for his common desires to be accepted, but most of all to be loved. This piece is dedicated to all of the women that have been in my life with unsettled spirits, in the end I got what I asked for, and that is to be alone with God. As I walk through hell and the valley of death reborn in the middle world only to sleep in the night and awake in the day trying to excel to a higher realm I leave my sins to be washed away by my brother the Christ. He walks with me, he talks with me, and he is showing me the way home. It’s like day and night, I pray that what they see in him they see in me because when the sun shines the birds sing and at night the freaks come out of all of us.

Day & Night

If God gave us the power to think and be like the Gods before us, then let us lead our brothers and sisters to the promised land.

In the day we awake and in the night we dream, so follow me, it’s like 

Day & Night.

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

The Autumn Sun

 I can hear the rain falling. I can hear acorns falling with leaves. At the moment the house is quiet and the kids are off to school. I guess I’ll sit down for a second and comprehend that there are just some things that are out of my control. The sun is behind the clouds and I can feel the autumn breeze. I’ll rest now. Goodbye summer we had fun.

The Autumn Sun

Saturday, September 21, 2024

The American Sun

The lost and unfortunate have heard of a place where the sun rises from sea to shining sea.

The slave has heard of a place that fought for them.

The African and Indian blood of my native people mixed with my other native blood calls me in the night. 

Memories with dusty tears of Cowboys and Indians fighting to the death.

Lone sailors with combat dreams of coming home to you.

Armies protecting memories of the stars and the stripes in the middle of foreign woods.

Dead presidents on dollar bills being traded for goods and services.

Cultures fighting to be heard.

A place for the lost searching for a dream.

Everyone’s heard of its thrills.

A continent that never sleeps.

A place where hell can be heaven and heaven can be hell.

Through conflicts and pain the religions that reign whisper in your ear that every God is the same.

“Be brave,” they say, for the land is filled with opportunities and second chances.

When you fall you can still hear old Indians in the woods doing rain dances.

When you cry, the south will keep you warm and you will often hear old slaves singing hymns to give you strength to carry on, the timeline of moments span across the globe…

The Spanish and Canadian people see the sun too, rising for the world and a land found by many…

A land that stretches from south to north and east to west, in memory of anything or anyone forgotten—especially in the middle where the states are united.

A home and a history still riddled with unsettled strife, but the sun still shines even with the stars at night.

The American Sun

In memory of the old Turtle Island now known as America. 

Peace be with all who find it as their place to call home the sun shines for all of us to share.

The American Sun


Friday, September 20, 2024

The Lonely Sun

A great wonder that rises everyday.

Is it really lonely? I mean it does have planets orbiting around it to shine for.

What an amazing wonder.

I guess it’s happy the way it is, alone with its own galaxy to shine for all day.

Who needs friends when all you have to do is shine.

The lonely Sun.

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

The Purple Sun

 As it all came tumbling down, I noticed a purple ribbon across the sky. Everything crashed and all truth was revealed to the masses. As tribes fought for their idols and died to prove a point, it still rose in the eastern sky. So many people searching for the answers to what was already there every day, on time, providing an abundance of energy, heat, and strength. Filled with colorful rays, but for some reason the color purple stood out the most. It even provided a tree for me to have shade and a plant for me to eat.

The Purple Sun

Monday, September 16, 2024

The Merciful Sun

I remember a Latin friend of mine named Monica. She found herself pregnant and bore a son. She was not a perfect girl, but her heart had been broken. Me personally, I’ve never had too much luck with women, it’s not my gift, I tend to tell the truth and it gets me banned from their presence, but I do remember Monica. I watched her give her problems to Christ every Sunday praying for forgiveness. Hurting because of her current situations I could often see the pain looking into her fragile eyes. In my past experiences in church I would often see innocent people at the altar and after a while I think a part of me snapped. I just got a little tired of seeing foster kids and broken people begging for a blessing. Feeling the heat after my last encounter at the altar some years ago, I recall seeing Monica with her little boy at a well known retail store. I kindly gave him a dollar. I don’t know where time went but most of the people I crossed paths with in the past have moved on and the little foster kids I used to see praying for a miracle are all grown up now. Time has somehow made some people bitter, but I’ve tried to stay optimistic. I call this piece the merciful sun because it keeps rising for us and a lot of us take that for granted. The sun shines even when we don’t deserve it. The other day out in the back field I noticed purple flowers and I thought about all of the people at the altar praying for a miracle. In deep meditation while observing the sun’s work, I kindly picked my purple flower of choice and gave one to every woman to show the sun’s mercy.

The Merciful Sun

Even in our pity it still shines for us.

Saturday, September 7, 2024

Sun Magic

While one hand was working where were your eyes? While the eyes were watching, where were your hands?

If you look closely at an orange are you not seeing the sun? Partake of my fruit, nourishments for your body. Join hands and sing, am I the sun really burning you or teaching you a valuable lesson about life? My child you asked for it and I gave it to you. What more do you want? What more do you desire? I’ve fed your crying babies. I’ve given you many different kinds of people. Take heed to my magic, it’s worth noticing. For the rich man I gave money. For the poor man I gave charity. For the man I gave woman. I even made opposites for those who don’t like the usual. For the black I gave white and for the white I gave black. What more do you want? My magic is unlimited, full of colors, and the image of me is a super beautiful place called heaven deep inside of a burning ball of light. I am the third eye that sees all. What you thought you knew you didn’t, and what you say you know is impossible. So true knowledge is dumb but the magic is climbing a mountain to find gold you can’t get to, yes, I’m in the sky. I’m overwhelmed with altering gases and heat. My magic is unlimited and I’ll never show my face because if you look in the mirror you will come to find that all of your troubles were not my fault. I just gave you what you asked for. The question I have for you is can you handle it? For the ones who wanted an end, I gave death, and for the one who wanted eternity, I gave life. Everything is balanced. Enjoy the show where everyone is a main character and I’m the magician pulling the strings.

Sun Magic

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Sun Entertainment

Charlie was a comedian his entire career. He was amazing. The man lived many lives and was no saint. He would say things on stage that could get ordinary people killed in the real world. His entertainment group was called Sun Entertainment. Charlie said he named it after his father who loved how the sun shined. Sadly, Charlie’s real life was filled with torment. Behind the comedy was a depressed individual but on stage he was legendary. Charlie died of a suicidal overdose. When they found him, they found a room filled with open alcohol containers and illegal drugs. In his suicide letter he told his fans that they were the main reason why he lived and when they wouldn’t allow him to perform at the comedy spots anymore because of contract disputes and burned bridges he felt useless and couldn’t shine like the sun. Ironically, they found one of his contracts half burned in a house that he owned which caught fire in a wildfire. The only words left in the contract were his demands, everything else was burned into ashes.

Sun Entertainment 

Saturday, August 31, 2024

The Glorious Sun

I have a friend in the sky, she’s a good friend.

She’s kept me warm since birth and has always been on time. 

She loves me so much that she left me a moon to keep me company at night, what a glorious friend.

While watching relatives pass on to the next life she showed me a rainbow in the sky. 

She shines for me, she’s a glorious friend.

People can be bitter and foolish, I know because I’m a person, but she does nothing but shine.

She’s filled with life, and she’s filled with rays of light.

She’s the Glorious Sun.


Tuesday, August 27, 2024

The Undefeated Sun

Samuel was a determined man and when he put his mind to a specific task he would do it. Some would ask why would a man want to create his own sun? Revered as one of the best scientists in the world, Samuel was on a mission to launch his man made sun into interstellar space. His claim was that the real sun was on the verge of death so he had to create a new sun to take its place. Feeling the high expectations of his most prized invention something just didn’t feel right. From a distance he noticed as his super radioactive photon prototypes were set to blast off into space an ultra magnetic reaction began to occur between his man made sun and the authentic sun. It was as though the two radio active entities created a vibration that rippled highly potent magnetic fields. Samuel saw something that he did not expect occur in nature and real time. Cosmic black dust began to fold the fabric of what stood between the real sun and Samuel’s man made sun and after a while Samuel’s team of researchers noticed a huge black hole forming in the middle of the two suns. This was nasty, and everything nearby began to get sucked in. It was as though the Sun itself had a weapon and began to supercharge the atmosphere to make sure that the laws of nature and the universe remained unchallenged. After everything in the vicinity vanished from real time, the room grew silent and everything and everyone including Samuel had been sucked in—never to see the birth of a man made sun and never to see life on earth again. Til this day their souls float in the static of space and time unable to dwell in the light of the undefeated sun. No man would ever pickup where Samuel left off. It took twenty years just for the earth’s temperature to drop back down to normal levels after Samuel’s entire teams’ flesh was obliterated in seconds before launch. In defeat, what was thought to be classified stirred up conversations and a new found fear of The Undefeated Sun.

Sunday, August 25, 2024

The Sun Never Sleeps

On good days, it shines.

On bad days, it shines.

When all hell is breaking loose and everyone has left me alone, and the love of my life runs off with the kids, it still shines.

When Paster Al has just preached a sermon about the world coming to an end and the good lord returning to save us, it still shines.

When a drive by shooting takes the life of innocent people and I take a bullet to the leg, tormented, disgraced and defeated, there it is rising in the eastern sky with not a care in the world, shining.

When a war breaks out in the Middle East and millions of people get killed, that darn sun still shines.

When the doctor tells me that mom has got cancer and she’s tipped over drunk with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room for some reason the sun still shines.

When I’m broke, hot, and out on the streets with no where to go, there’s that sun rising in the eastern sky, for some mysterious reason the sun never sleeps.

Saturday, August 24, 2024

Sun Shine Fever

Marvin left to go to the store, he left the house so upset that he didn’t make it back, but either way the sun kept shining the next day. We don’t know where he’s at, but there’s something special about what drove him to leave. I’m now in a crowd of people joking about the look on Marvin’s face and there’s even a big war going on about the next election, but that sun just keeps shining no matter what happens. The people of the world are easily deceived and rotted out, but that darn sun don’t have a care in the world, it just does its job. It’s crazy because Marvin quit his job and said he was going to run for president, maybe that’s where he went. My mom thinks he’s delusional either way you put it, but he’s my brother so I have to love him. I think he just needs some better hobbies because he has a habit of thinking that the world won’t go on without him. I think he’s got that sun shine fever. He entered physics class sometime back talking about a cure for every genetic disorder, I looked at him and wondered if his sun shine fever would ever wear off. I mean he just goes on and on about doing things that no one has ever done like shooting a rocket at the sun to figure out what’s inside. Everything he does has to be bigger than the average bear. We were sitting in the room the other night and he built a border wall out of blocks talking about his immigration plan. It was his major plan to keep the illegals out. I mean he doesn’t stop. He argues about policies and politics all day. I’m like, “Marvin, you cannot control the way people think, they’re going to do what ever they want to do. Why are you constantly trying to save them?” He got so made at me that he walked out on me and the whole family. No one has seen him. We thought the story was over until our neighbor Jody called. Come to find out, Marvin’s sun shine fever got so bad that he got on the presidential election ballot in every state. None of us could believe it. He was the talk of the town. He ran on the republican ticket and even raised enough support to get on the ballot. Our community had never seen anything like this. Marvin went from living room debates to the big stage. We thought he was crazy until we heard his speech on TV. The man was primetime, major news, everyone wanted to know the story of Marvin Banks. How did an energetic physics professor get the will power to run for the highest office in the land? Pretty soon everyone started catching the sun shine fever. Gangster rappers started having debates. People started debating at barbershops. Marvin had started a new craving for what he so much desired. I even started to get a little taste of the fever. I started getting in heated political debates at the beauty salon with old ladies. I went outside and put his sign in my front yard because I knew who Marvin was. I was so filled with the sun shine fever that even if Marvin lost his shine I was still going to vote for him. When my yard sign got stolen and Marvin became enemy number one for those doing dirt, I couldn’t help but work the polls and be a voice for the little man whom I’d grew up with debating in every election, the little man who was finally living out his dream. Till this day we call it sun shine fever. It’s a fever that some people catch when they’re tired of being status quo, it’s a fever that people catch when they want to shine as bright as the sun. Win, lose, or draw, Marvin kept people in orbit, he kept us all in motion. I still have no clue how he’s going to pull everything off in his presidential plan once he gets elected, but there’s no turning back now.

Sun Shine Fever

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Sun Scams

Friends, this piece can teach you something or at least make you aware. I am not a rich man and I do not wish to be wealthy. As a child I was raised Christian, I was brought up in a gang riddled neighborhood and I saw good people get tormented every other day. This trauma led me to understand what true happiness is and will always be. In joining the military I got injured and found out that the brain is even more complex than actual living. The nurses and doctors helping me get better taught me a lot about reality. When I came home I accepted my diagnosis and I moved on by volunteering everywhere that I could go. I found out a lot about people and myself. I also found out what it’s like to be poor and scammed. Friends, the sun does not makeup stories, people do. The sun does not teach us about history, people do. The truth is that no one really knows what happened billions of years when the sun was created or how it came to be, so we can only assume or speculate. I learned this while being poor. I’m 42 now and I’ve heard more stories about creations and gods that even history professors can imagine. I’m considered disabled and I’ve spent the majority of my adult life trying to make other people’s lives better and I’m still poor. My first marriage was a mess so I walked away fearing for my own mental health and financial security. It was an unstable relationship from the beginning that maybe could have worked if we were true to one another so lesson learned. In these failures, I’ve learned a lot about people. I’ve spent time with people who have been incarcerated, and even on their death bed. I’ve cried as a grown man with a heart shattered in a thousand pieces so I write. I write because it makes me feel good. I don’t know everything and just like you I’m still vulnerable to being scammed. Friends, you can learn a lot from a poor man like me. It’s the people that prey on people like me that you should be aware of. They make fancy videos about things that we’re all eager to learn about. They sit in large temples claiming that the sun is going to burn us all. Some even sit in large gated communities passing laws and preaching false hopes. Some read about other scams while plotting on their own. Some find loopholes in the system and play the game very well. Some sell drugs never to get caught. Some even have an abundance of knowledge, and have been scammed themselves so they feel it is their duty to even the scales. In all of this, the sun still rises because even a poor man like me has enemies. Looking over my own flaws I’ve come to accept the fact that I myself am a scam artist because I too am human, but the picture I paint of reality scams those looking for another game to play with the world. These scammers may not see me as a person, but a pawn on a chessboard in a game to play that sadly in the end we all lose because we all must die. In reality, we’re all hopeless human beings searching for love around a large group of people trying to get by, so friends be mindful, be content and love yourself first. My purpose for writing this piece has everything to do with how I truly feel about life and when talking to a rich man I see a person no different from a poor man. I see one person eager to get by and another eager for genuine company. In all, the true message has everything to do with a man collecting money off of stories about the sun when in reality that same sun has the power to burn everything but for some reason there are clouds in the sky. Beware of sun scams because if the sky is falling there’s a good chance that the person on the mountain top has a clear view of the fog and while whoever is at the top is burning you’re searching for a way out of the fog so I guess we’re even. None of us can stay in the same position forever. Is the sun moving? Give me a dollar and I’ll make something up. What are you truly thinking? Do you really need what I have to offer and if you do what price are you willing to pay? Is the sun moving or not? Or are we all just stuck in the same position? Who knows?

Sun Scams. 

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

The Free Sun

While watching the left preach the gospel of socialism I felt my heart beat faster. They had literally infected everyone and everything around me with their ideology. Liberalism everywhere, I had to look in the mirror just to make sure I wasn’t transforming also. It was like I was running from some evil human force because I couldn’t identify all of them. I called my friend Linda to vent, but I think they got her too. Realizing that I had no where to run to, I had no choice but to fight. They were everywhere, in church, on the corners, and even at the banks. Noticing the sun shining through the window, I realized that it was the only thing that was truly free, everything else on earth came at a cost and at the end of the day I had to accept it and suck it up. I was still stuck in the middle, overwhelmed by liberal social beliefs hoping that someday the right would save me. Honestly, there was no hope, I was on my own and all I had left was the free sun. I went out into my garden and picked the vegetables that it blessed me with.

The Free Sun

Saturday, August 17, 2024

The Living Sun

Some people say it just happened. I say no, a creator put it there for you and I to enjoy its magic. A creator pouring out marbles in space playing games with magic spheres. A creator that wipes our tears and walks with us when we’re sad. A creator that takes us home when we’re in pain and gives doctors the plants and knowledge to heal us. His light shines through the living sun. Magical black spirits that roam through space and time making way for the light. Creative darkness smiling with rays of photon stars in the night sky. Comets and asteroids filled with emerald gems. Energy that spans throughout generations providing the sparks for life. See through the darkness with a moon that glows. Feel alive with the power of a living sun. To comprehend a creator is to understand our will to believe or not. In all of my failures and trials I remain optimistic, filled with magical thoughts laced with gold ideas falling from above. I’m astonished everyday I awake because I see purpose and reason in a living sun.

Friday, August 16, 2024

Reruns of the Sun

I’m forty-two years old and the same sun shined for my grandparents, great grandparents, and even my relatives before them. How does it do it? It’s like watching reruns of a show that’s been running for billions of years. It’s dependable, consistent and always on time. Even when I’m dead and gone it will probably keep running the same episodes of light. 

As long as I’m alive I guess I’ll keep tuning in to the same episode from sunrise to sunset, day by day.

Same old Reruns of the Sun.

Tuesday, August 13, 2024

Sun Migration

Victor’s usual trip home started with the smell of black smoke roaring out of his outdated combustion engine. Upset that he’d missed his daughter’s play, he threw a book about global warming into the trash. In his acknowledgment that he was just a little man in a world filled with brutal thinkers, he decided to watch the news. It appeared as though a man thirsty for power was giving his campaign speech.

“In my quest to be leader of this great nation, I will deport every illegal immigrant in this country as soon as I become president.”

These were the words of George Who. George Who was a politician from an old cloth in a new generation and no one took him seriously but the people on the frontlines. These were the people who were eager for things to go back to what they felt was normal, but sadly, in this game there were people who followed the law and there were people who broke it. George Who was known for being a loose cannon. A man with little political experience, but brutal business tactics. He was feared, only because he showed little empathy for the common man. This was what the majority wanted. For years they were waiting for someone who was bold enough to point out the obvious. The fact that there were people milking the system, but sadly, George Who was also guilty of his own objections. He hired illegal workers and even had a record of throwing people off of their property for his own business gains. In this case, the law was everyone’s own worst enemy and George Who was drowning in his own lust for power. Idolized by his followers, old spells of hatred began to emerge and as the sun shined bright, leaders began to choose unnecessary wars. The tribalism soon turned into riots and protests sparking philosophical thinkers to conclude that action and thought have a lot to do with impulsive responses that in the end reveal in some cases unintended motives. This became evident when people started migrating to have better living conditions, but may have obviously been ill-informed about certain laws. In business they would call it word of mouth and once one person heard about great lands filled with opportunity the buses were filled. This became evident, and one group of logical thinkers became outnumbered during election time. The battle became so intense that George Who almost lost his life in what appeared to be an assassination attempt. Mystified in political illusions and conspiracies people began to point the blame at just about everything and everyone. Human empathy soon began to fade as the obvious became evident. Strange and brutal crimes began to unfold and doctors treating the mentally insane had to reason with the fact that in a world with over a billion people, it’s impossible to treat them all and many slip through the cracks. Unfortunately, more and more people snuck into the country, while those who followed the rules began to question what is fair. This is what got George Who elected and with every stroke of the pen the media basked in the madness that came with enforcing presidential orders. They called it the Sun Migration, and no one was immune because as things got worse and worse, just about everyone began to look for a safe place to call home. In the end, the Sun Migration proved one thing, and that is the fact that most people want the same things, and how we perceive reality plays a big part in why we migrate to get what we want. In this small story, you have the law, citizens who feel cheated, a man eager to achieve power, a sun in the sky being blamed for making the world hotter, people migrating to find a better life, and people breaking the law. So to conclude, the losers are the people who actually have the right intentions, and to them, they’re stuck in an illogical situation. The challenge is how do you follow laws when you’re out numbered by people who have broken them? All while the sun keeps shining and people keep migrating. Under the radar, if it’s intentional, is it an invasion? Is it the sun causing the earth to warm up or is it the people? In the end it didn’t matter because George Who had his mind made up.

Sun Migration 

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Sun Nasty

In all of my years of dealing with art I’ll never forget my trip near the equator. Coming from a wild neighborhood I’d become accustomed to hearing wild stories about what happens when people get too much sun light, well, I got a little taste of it on my trip to the south. It was 2002 and the ship that I was on docked in the port of Florida. It was like I’d stepped on another planet. The trees were different, and the sun seemed to be out almost everyday. It was even worse when we ventured into Puerto Rico. I guess the sun has a way of making people nasty and wild because everywhere we went where the sun was shining was like no other. Bikinis, fancy models, entertainment enthusiasts, and even many other kinds of nasty sexual monsters that a fragile God fearing mind like mine could not stomach was out. I even tried to talk to a girl, but I learned my lesson real quick. Some of the sailors took their fun to a strip joint which was another kind of nasty that I wasn’t accustomed to. Carter, who was half Indian, got so happy sun nasty that he dipped his taster tongue in some pole dancers upside down magic trick. When he came back to the ship it looked like he’d got a taste of a thousand virgins. That put a different kind of swagger in this Indian man, he’d seen a new side of life that most men dream about and don’t go tired craving. Me personally, I could never stomach stuff like that, but I rather enjoyed hearing the story. The heat for some reason made grown men on the edge get sun nasty and wild. A few other sailors got caught storing porn on the ship’s computers. I personally got googally eyed myself if that’s even a word, but it’s hard on the rough seas when the second man floods your mind with nasty fantasies and all you see is half naked women walking around in the heat. It got so sun nasty that condoms were being passed out by medics who were giving sexual advice before liberty call. My cousin warned me about days like these. You see, in her younger days, my cousin loved to party while I spent my time in church, she caught the sun nasty fever early and she told me that if I wanted to make money I had to come to understand that sex sells. I laughed and told her that I’d rather go broke, but I found out the hard way that she was right and when the sun is shining things get even nastier. The night life is wild and people go to exotic levels to get paid for their services. I guess scientifically, the sun must give people extra energy, because the stats show that people reproduce in the heat heavily. People of all races, creeds and colors get sun nasty. On the other end it gets so nasty that people record themselves and sell themselves as sex slaves for an extra buck. Some unknowingly, especially when you involve drugs and alcohol abuse. I have relatives who have been susceptible to harsh crimes because they got sun nasty. I assume that this is a natural occurrence among people. I guess the sun has a way of making us all fruitful. The good reverend would say it’s evil, but I’ve become accustomed to stories about them getting sun nasty also. In the end, I guess we all have this nasty beast inside of us just waiting to get out. The fire burns, but good people lose their religion when it gets too hot. It has a way of making people, wet, wild and 

Sun Nasty. 

Saturday, August 10, 2024

Sun Flowers

Jess: So where did the Sun come from?

RaGods: I put it there to give life to the planets and the earth, that’s all. I spoke it into existence.

Jess: Then why do we have to die?

RaGods: The wisdom that you gain from life prepares you to walk with me. Hold dear to loved ones. Be mindful of memories and when they’re absent from the table, set a plate out for them so they’re not forgotten. Did you read the book? You are a part of me, so I give you a will to follow, a will to choose and the strength to live. I grant you a life to live.

Jess: I didn’t read the book, but I’ve heard about it.

RaGods: In the original text, I have to tell you that if you live your life not knowing, then you’re volunteering to be left into the dark. Follow the Sun Flowers, see how they bloom. Do they not show you a different kind of life?

Jess: I don’t understand.

RaGods: What forces are there?

Jess: Neutral, Negative & Positive.

RaGods: Yes, and there must be power, a source. Look too much at the light and you’ll need the dark. Look too much at the dark and you’ll need the light. Balance is the key.

Jess: So why do we have to die?

RaGods: Look closely, partake of my good fruits and you will awake only to realize that all I give is life. Everyone and everything that I create starts at a seed and then it grows. Yes, flesh does fade, but my child come closer to me and you will feel your soul growing stronger, for my energy is pure; therefore, the life that I give is eternal. When you venture outside of the garden, you will notice Sun Flowers growing all around you. Ask yourself who put them there? Where did they come from? I give life, search for me and you will find an abundance of peace, run from me and you will grow tired lost and weary. In the right climate, everyday that I rise, learn from the Sun Flowers, the main ingredient is God’s infinite rays shining from the sun creating more life. Look closely and you will notice that when they bloom, I am with you, for they do not bloom at night. The Sun Flowers are my blessings, showing you that I give life. That’s what I do. When it rains and the sun is shining, do you not see a rainbow? Therefore, I say, life is good. The colorful Sun Flowers are proof. 

The Sun Flowers


Wednesday, August 7, 2024

The Peaceful Sun

As we humans comb the world debating about facts and opinions there it stands in the sky.

Its ability to provide light and an abundance of energy has left physicists busy.

It’s powerful and it’s just shining.

It does its job and has done so for centuries with no accolades or credits and most of all no wars.

It’s the peaceful Sun.

What a hot friend.


Saturday, August 3, 2024

General Sun

He watched it all burn. Everyone and everything. His Army name was General Sun because he had so many combat stripes that he would shine like the sun. His face was like a burning lion and at night he would sleep in black pajamas. He told his unit that he slept in black to honor the shadow warriors from which he came. General Sun never missed a target, but what was yet to come was the battle of all battles.

They called it dark mission 88. It was against a stealth terror unit. 

“Sir, how do we beat an enemy that we can’t see?” Corporal Ferguson asked. 

“When they attack in the day look for their shadows,” General Sun replied. 

After all hell broke loose, Corporal Ferguson and the rest of the unit became weary. Losing hope, they saw no fatigue in General Sun, but for some reason he kept spitting out black blood.

“Sir, don’t you think you should get checked out? Are you even human? You’re spitting out black blood for god sakes.” Corporal Ferguson said.

General Sun stood tall as his unit began to take heavy fire and many of his men did not make it. For some reason General Sun’s skin began to glow like the sun and he began to blow soot out of his mouth. Witnessing him take bullets and spit them out mystified his entire unit including the enemy. Watching their shadows he began picking off each enemy stealth soldier one by one. It was like he was exhaling fire. 

“We were sent into an ambush, but the war Gods birthed me to save what is left of our unit. Tell no one what you’ve all witnessed today. I am and will always be the sun on the battlefield when righteous men are tested. I will always be the light at the end of the tunnel. There is a light on the combat field that blinds and burns, make sure you remind your child that their guiding light is General Sun. As long as I’m not forgotten, the battlefield belongs to us. Even in death, I rise, for I am General Sun.”

The End

Thursday, August 1, 2024

The Wonderful Sun

I’m searching for a word to describe this amazing thing that rises everyday. Hot, and blistering with fire it still reigns supreme. How does it do it? The flesh of creation disintegrates and fades away, some never to be remembered and there it is in the sky. Amazing how it rises everyday with no worries, it does its job. It doesn’t complain, but most of all, it shines. I’ve learned my lesson, from the wonderful sun.

Tuesday, July 30, 2024

The Black Sun

I was pure when I started this life, I tell you, as a matter of fact I assure you.

I saw the world as a beautiful sphere with no bias.

I used words that were encouraging and full of life.

As life went on I admit that the scars of madness gave me some bad habits.

I lost my marriage fight in a divorce.

I lost family members, loved ones and friends to senseless acts of violence.

I even found myself in financial troubles and soon learned that life can be tough.

I tried over and over again to get the people that hated me to love me and failed every time.

In deep repentance, beat down and in search of a home with millions of foster kids we crawled out of the pit of despair and walked into the light of a Black Sun.

Somehow, we, and, it, still shined.

The Black Sun

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

The Holy Sun

Brian the conqueror could not understand why his enemies kept challenging him. His son Jeffrey was almost killed in an assassination attempt so this fueled leadership questions. Brian’s brother James had just informed him of an army that was planning to attack them from the eastern mountains, eager to win, Brian told his ministers to seep out all nonbelievers for he had been given a vision from the Holy Sun.

“The Holy Sun awoke me last night, he told me that there are some people in our camp who do not believe. They do not have the Holy Spirit. I was informed that if we go into battle they will cause us to lose due to their unbelief,” Brian explained. 

After hearing this, his ministers stormed his camp, weeding out all cowards and snakes. One woman even got stoned for having an affair with her husband’s brother. 

“We’ve done everything you asked Sir Brian the great, we’re ready for war,” Minister Roy said.

Brian the conqueror stood tall,

“The Holy Sun gave me another dream. I was informed of uncleanliness in our camp, and if we are not perfect in the eyes of the Holy Sun the Holy Spirit will pass us by,” Brian the conqueror explained.

After hearing this, his ministers stormed the camp weeding out all unclean spirits and soldiers. They found all kinds of unclean things that would distract them from the war. One soldier was put in prison for selling mind altering drugs in the camp. This angered Brian, he wanted his warriors in shape and ready for battle.

Once this was done, Brian saw a great cloud hover over the camp of his enemies. 

“Get ready to attack,” he said to his generals.

Filled with the Holy Spirit of the Holy Sun, they all ran in to defeat the enemy. Brian could hear his band playing hymns in the distance, he could hear the singers ushering in the spirit. There was no fear in the hearts of his army, they were fighting like soldiers from the heavenly gates.

“We must purify the earth of this venomous enemy,” Brian shouted.

After the cleansing, the Holy Sun rose in the eastern sky.

“What do we do now, Sir Brian?” His brother James asked.

“Brother, we’ve done everything that the Holy Sun has asked of us, now we’re to be fruitful and multiply and bask in the new found spirit of peace,” Brian replied.

James couldn’t wait to relay the message, but Brian the conqueror had one more thing to say.

“Hey, brother, make sure you tell them that even in peace, we must still stay on guard. The enemy never sleeps. We must stay focused on the Holy Sun, it shines, even when all of our time is up. That is why for our offspring we must make sure that they’re protected and live to keep witnessing it shine.”

The Holy Sun

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Follow the Sun

 “Jaden, how did you find your way home?” Cassie couldn’t help but wonder, the entire search party combed the woods looking for him.

“I followed the sun,” he replied.

What makes this story interesting is how young this child was. He had no navigational skills and was only nine years old. Once his father found this out he homed in on his son’s skills. A natural born navigator whose story spread quick. 

As he grew older and wiser—learning from his life long lessons, ironically, he found his oldest son stuck in a tree that he attempted to climb. Shortly after that his daughter went missing. Comprehending a lifelong journey, he now stood in the same spot as his parents did when he went missing as a child, but sadly, they had now passed on. A small voice in his head kept saying, “Stay on the porch.”

“Are you okay dad?” Junior asked his father.

“Your sister has been missing for three days, they’re thinking about calling off the search. I don’t know what to tell your Mom, she’s losing hope,” he said to his son.

“I love you daddy,” Jada said to her father while emerging from the side of the porch.

Jaden saw himself in his daughter as he felt his heart skipping a beat.

In a world of wonder he asked the same question as his mother did years ago,

“How did you find your way home?” 

“I just remembered what you used to tell me at camp, I followed the sun,” she explained.

Realizing the stars in the sky at night, Jaden and his family began to sell compasses as a hobby. He made sure that he put the words, “FOLLOW THE SUN,” On the back. He and his family found their purpose. They inspired the world to learn how to navigate a dark cruel world filled with wild forest and oceans.


Monday, July 15, 2024

The Purpose of the Sun

Spinning around and around for millions of years I know I saw two of them.

Trying over and over again, I only had two outcomes, done or incomplete.

Even if I did find gold at the end of a rainbow, how would I spend it?

Falling in love with a thousand women only to still be lonely.

I’m never satisfied.

Hungry people need food, so the sun’s rays create things from the bare ground to eat.

That sun has been doing the same thing for billons of years; therefore, I say, without it, life would be meaningless.

I'm certain that something divine must have put it there.

Each day I awake, I find a new purpose.

Trillions of stars in space with one purpose, and that’s to shine.

The purpose of the Sun

Friday, July 12, 2024

Facing the Rising Sun

I’m on my way home from a brutal battle, but on my way through the door I can’t help but notice something different.

“Who are you?” Someone says, letting me in.

“I’m West, your cousin,” I reply.

“Johnny is dead, John is dead, Edith and a ton of other family members too.”

“What happened, where did everyone go?”

“Patricia is dead, and there’s no way of tracking everyone down. Some have caught the drug bug and some have been beaten down by life, never to recover.” 

“Mom, get up, keep fighting, I know you have some more fight left in you,” I say, observing her in her hospital bed across the room.

Sitting in a room alone, waiting for the results, I notice the sun outside of my window, so I get up hoping for a better tomorrow. It almost seems like everyone is fighting and falling down beside me.

“What has the dark past taught us?” I ask myself looking at all of the memories scattered on the walls. In my work uniform, I face the rising sun of my new day begun. I have no choice but to march on with what’s left until whatever victory is won.

Facing the rising sun.


Wednesday, July 10, 2024

The Powerful Sun

Its like a friend that you didn’t want to get angry.

Standing there on my knees, I was like his child with gifts.

I could not comprehend its power.

Shielded from its heat, I walked into the light.

As my skin turned gold I became one with the truth.

The ladder home was clear as the planets levitated around me.

Carrying my Ankh and chain my body began to float, I was no longer a prisoner.

In submission to supreme knowledge, I began to eat its pure fruits and vegetables. 

It provided a seat at its table with no fees.

It was my father and I was his son. 

Spinning around, we floated in space, defying logic and gravity as time itself stood still.

The Powerful Sun



Tuesday, July 9, 2024

The Wrath of the Sun

The machine of space is like a fragment of time and what you find on earth are the left overs. 

The people searching for the answers to everything failed to preserve one simple fragment of existence; therefore, they were left to face the wrath of the sun.

They probed and probed, they starved children and even unleashed harmful chemicals causing nature to become toxic.

They even dug up ancient royal graves to find answers hidden in plain sight.

Women were left lifeless with babies hanging out of their wombs in their quest to prove superiority. These were different people. People whose knowledge gave them an abundance of power while they purposely suppressed others of their will to learn.

They created the noise, ignorant of the vibrations of time and space, this noise created waves of anger and violence. Wars for territorial power soon began to unfold. This all took place while a silent physicist killed himself and burned his work to save the future. This angered the knowledge seekers who said his work was the missing piece of a very powerful puzzle.

In the distance stood a leader of war. He cut off the tongues of his people so that they could not speak. Afraid, they began to write on the walls, some began to pray to the sun because the fortunate had used them as slaves. Eager to find help, they began to rebel, only to find out that everything that they’d been taught was a lie. Servants of truth began to enlighten them only to become targets. They soon found out that it’s impossible to awaken people who are convinced and there is no world arena for arrogance only deadly lessons. Humbled, these people became obedient to what nature was doing. It was as though nature had been taking orders from the sun.

Afraid, one man working the fields hid underground and took off his clothes overwhelmed by the heat. Underground with his family, the heat made him sexually aggressive and he decided to do more mating with his wife. 

After spending forty years underground, his offspring spread creating underground cities that survived the wrath of the sun and when the earth cooled down some migrated back up to the surface creating a better world. Finding fragments of time spread across the history of the earth the new people concluded that the old people killed themselves by trying to mimic the energy of the sun. Comprehending a new vibe, they vowed to live in peace—equal to the frequency of the sun’s rays. They were the first people to see the sun smile. The wrath was complete, proving that everything happens for a reason.

The Wrath of the Sun

Monday, July 8, 2024

The Wisdom of the Sun

Growing old, Ray noticed that he was the last man standing. Everyone he grew up with had passed on to the next life. His mother, his father, and even his siblings were all gone. Sitting in his room alone he couldn’t help but notice the sun rising in the eastern sky. Every moment of his life there was that bright orange disk in the sky. Ray had been through the storm and the rain, he’d lived a long life. Rolling out of bed to get his walker he could hear the birds singing. Out of all the places he’d been, out of all the people he’d crossed paths with no one or no thing was like the sun. Every day, every minute, and every hour it was in the sky. Millions and billions of years gone by and there it was, dependable, and on time every morning. Wise enough not to brag, and wise enough to stay in its lane. Feeling the heat Ray also felt the breeze of the wind. What were the odds of that?

The Wisdom of the Sun


Sunday, July 7, 2024

The Independent Sun

 “Welcome stars, hey, where’s Ziggy?” Brian asked.

“He rebelled to go start his own galaxy,” Trina explained.

“Yeah, I hear he even shines for a place called earth,” Alicia said as all of the stars looked in the distance at how much Ziggy was shining. This made all of the other stars jealous, Pat called his black hole friends who told him that they had his back if he started his own galaxy also, and that’s how it started. Once all the stars say Ziggy do it, they took it upon themselves to do it too. The boom to be independent is what created the universe.

The independent Sun.

Saturday, July 6, 2024

The Sun’s Birthday

 LISA: First I would like to say happy birthday.

THE SUN: Thank you, it means a lot.

LISA: I have to ask you this, why do you keep shining?

THE SUN: Lisa, there’s a young man out there on earth somewhere, he’s lonely and searching for his purpose. If I don’t shine then life itself is meaningless.

LISA: So you shine for the people.

THE SUN: No, Lisa, I shine for everyone and everything. Without me or any other SUN, the entire universe would be dark and cold. 

LISA: My son, he’s no longer with us on earth, he died when he was just a teenager.

THE SUN: Lisa, here’s a message to you and the world. As long as I’ve shined, I’ve watched civilizations come and go. I’ve seen the earth rot only to be reborn millions of years later. At my birth, everything came into existence. I’ve shined in the midst of suffering and brutal wars and here I sit today with a woman tormented by death. Lisa, accept it, even I must die and be consumed by darkness only to bond with the eternal universe while a part of me rises somewhere else and another part of me shines in you. I am the giver of life, the eye that understands the hearts of everyone that breathes and dissolves into a speck of dust. Does a cloud not provide shade? When I get too hot, is it not wise to take a swim? Your grief is going to give you enough wisdom to understand that fire burns and ice is cool to the touch, but through it all, I must still rise and shine. Be like me Lisa and once you start believing that the world doesn’t need you, that’s when you will lose your spark. That’s when you will lose your shine.

LISA: I guess there is nothing new under the sun. Thanks for the pep talk, keep shining.

THE SUN: Word is born.

Saturday, June 29, 2024

Sweets & the Sun

 Cindy ate all of the sweets that she could, the more she asked, the more her father John kept feeding her. Pretty soon, her teeth started falling out, and she couldn’t work because she was out of shape. Oh, she was a spoiled little thing, she had no patience, she broke every expensive thing she owned and expected everyone else to pay for it. She screamed, broke windows, and even stole from people just to get her way. After finding herself alone and out on the streets begging for money, as she got older, it was so hot that it almost seemed like the very sun itself was punishing her. While, in shape, working Judy jogged with little sweat, appreciating everything in life, Cindy suffered and was burned alive by the sun. How ironic? 

Thursday, June 27, 2024

Cascade of Illusions

 Spinning in circles they couldn’t help but pass out. In a constant state of trouble we all awoke in another world. Our inner nature craved the smell of a woman but we were left with artificial intelligence instead. Realizing the tone of two men debating to be president, we couldn’t help but notice the gunfire outside. The reality became oh so real that someone had been left to fight their own battle. The victim bought his last taco at a Mexican restaurant only to later be hanged by his own people for pointing out the obvious truth. The cascade of illusions painted to draw a crowd were obvious and there was no reason for anyone to complain. The divide between the rich and the poor was real and the political divide proved it. One simple fact remained as the conversation grew deeper and deeper between two uncertain ideologies. Many took notice while standing on Mount Rushmore and some who knew what was ahead jumped to their death while trembling children became victims of a biblical war. Holy, holy, holy, they shouted, not knowing that they’d been funding a war machine with slippery gears. Falling to their knees, tipped over facing a rainbow flag, sisters and brothers became drunk in their own defilement. Ahead, there was more to come. The fragments of drugs flooded the minds of once pure thinkers and the system became riddled with dropouts. Praying to the sun, minute men became brutal examples defending a martyred king while pharaohs advanced carnage trading deadly drugs. Good men suffered only to realize that the laws that kept them in order could not contain the natural urges for more. Heroes who idealized saints could not accept the fact that a cascade of illusions could only be defeated by the true hearts of good conscience and once good conscience reaches its tipping point then war becomes untamable. The trick is to recognize the small particles of truth when deciding what’s real. In the end, all we ever wanted were their true intentions, but instead we got a Cascade of Illusions. In our quest for independence what was there to fear?

Sunday, June 23, 2024

Sun Davy

Sun Davy was born in a small town. His mother named him after the sun because she was well read and wrote about ten best selling books about the sun. She grew up in the civil rights era and wanted her little boy to have a special name. When Sun Davy was born the doctors noticed something very unique about this kid and as he grew older his uniqueness earned him an odd reputation. Sun Davy’s head was shaped in what looked like a perfect circle, just like the sun, the kid was so smart that the town where he lived just couldn’t keep up with him. His unusual talents led him in some odd situations. It came to the point to where Sun Davy had to find some friends on his level. His mother urged him to move else where but he didn’t want to leave her alone. On the eve of his twenty-sixth birthday, Sun Davy lost his friend in a shootout and he had a hard time finding a job. It almost seemed like the city that birthed him was literally turning him into a monster. He was black listed and black balled everywhere he went and the sad part is that he had a lot to offer. Sun Davy had never committed a crime and his beliefs were beyond what the average crowd could accept. One night in a deep sleep he had a dream that he was talking to the sun.

“I’ve prepared a city for you over the mountain and will burn your current city to the ground for how they have treated you,” the sun told Sun Davy in his dream.

When he awoke, he and his mother got into a terrible argument that hurt him so bad that he left. Oddly, his mother had found a boyfriend that literally appeared to be turning her against her son because he was now twenty-six years old and still hanging around. This hurt Sun Davy so he left his mother’s house with just enough money to take the train across town. While boarding the train, Sun Davy noticed graffiti on the side of a building reading, “Follow your dreams.” At this moment he had no doubt, he left everything he knew and began to follow his dream. Tragically noticing that the sun literally burned his entire neighborhood and city to the ground he started realizing that his dream had somehow become real. He then met a local Egyptologist that for some reason took Sun Davy in as a student. He and Sun Davy did everything together, he even paid for Sun Davy’s travel across the world. The two became so rich in knowledge that people started calling them Moses and King Tut. The day Sun Davy healed a blind man really got things in motion. The guy created a mass following that he was not prepared for. People all over the world who were sick and needed to be healed, cared nothing about Sun Davy but they would do anything for him to heal them. Some even offered him serious money. He soon became a target and doctors started getting suspicious. Skeptics began to call him the new Messiah. It got so bad that Sun Davy found himself having to hide in a mountain cave. Once his Egyptian friend finally found him he grabbed him and said, “I’m taking you home, young God.”

Sun Davy got up from his crouched position, “I have no home. I’m an outcast to the world, born only to be persecuted for my gifts.”

He and his friend soon found themselves on the first flight to Egypt. His friend took him to the pyramids. This is your home. The moment Sun Davy stepped on the land the pyramids began to glow and he began to float in the air. Gold then began to flow from the Nile River and magical things began to take place. A bridge between space and time began to open up and the people who thought they had it all figured out soon found out that the man that they least expected to free them was he, Sun Davy. While watching the dead rise and a mass amount of people coming across the bridge, Sun Davy sat on his golden throne. When it was all said and done a new Dynasty had been reborn. Seeing the people from his old town crossing the bridge and now kneeling before him truly made the sun shine. Watching his mother purified in a new soul, she gave her son what he always deserved in the first place. She gave him her blessing.

Sun Davy

Friday, June 21, 2024

The Sun King

 “He is greatness, for he is all, he is everything. Now cleanse yourself before you bow down to him Abraham.” Sarah explained.

“Kneel, kneel, he rises!” Phratiti shouted, noticing the sun in the eastern sky.

Everyone kneeled except for the Sun King.

“Are you crazy your highness? Kneel!” Tiki said, but the Sun King stood tall.

“He shines for me.” The Sun King replied.

“No, he shines for all of us, now kneel.” Tiki said.

The Sun King picked his iron rod up off of the hot ground then ran into the jungle and started fighting with wild animals.

Tiki looked at his wife and his people.

“My people, whatever the king is trying to prove let him do it on his own, today it’s too hot to be fighting wild animals in the jungle.”

After the Sun King wore himself out slaying lions and tigers he returned to his village and sat on his throne.

“Phratiti, bring me some water, I’m thirsty.”

Phratiti rushed to give him his drink.

“You see, Tiki, we now have enough food to get us through the end of the week. Instead of kneeling we should be working so that our enemies don’t catch us off guard. The sun told me that, you know.” The Sun King explained as his servant bandaged up his wounds while he sat on his throne getting ready to eat.

Tiki looked at how many animals his men dragged out of the jungle. The Sun King killed four lions, a cheetah, and two big tigers.

Tiki couldn’t believe what the Sun King had accomplished.

“Why is it that every time the sun comes out you get crazy? You need a vagina.” Tiki said.

Sitting on his throne and seasoning up his meal the King stood up.

“That’s why I am the Sun King. The sun gives me strength, it shines through me.” The Sun King explained as everyone at the table began to eat together.

Tiki passed the dressing to his wife, “Get him the best vagina Africa has to offer and make sure you do it at sunrise. This motha sucka is sun crazy.”

The Sun King

Thursday, June 20, 2024

The Friendly Sun 🌞

It provides.

It shines.

It does the impossible everyday for free.

What a friendly force, mixed with the elements it’s like God speaking life into the world everyday.

I can feel its rays of light when I too need to shine.

I can feel its aura bonding with mine.

We’re one.

When I need shade, it gives me a tree or a cloud.

When I need love, it shines through the people around me.

In a cruel world I’ve found a friend.

The Friendly Sun 🌞 

Summertime

Everyday it rises, it’s the sun.

It gives light to the world and the earth spins to keep us cool at night.

The sun keeps us warm and the clouds shield us from its strong rays.

During the summer solstice, the day is long and the sun shines bright.

I have a good feeling about what the sun can do because without it nothing would exist.

A robot on Mars would have no energy,

the flowers that bloom would not exist, 

and most of all, there would be no summertime.

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

June 19th

June 19th is amongst us, so I’m going to tell a racial story today. I have to admit that I’ve witnessed some pretty odd things in my lifetime. I recall brutal stories from the past. I recall reading about the racial hurdles that still seem very high. Sadly, I don’t know where we’re headed, but I do remember Pastor Royalty. I met him in my first marriage, he was my Pastor for quite sometime, great person, a white man who gave his time to everyone. Every Sunday, there he was preaching the good news. I mean every week the world had to be coming to an end and there he was talking about God. Watching his daughter suffer through a bad marriage and the sad truth that racism still haunts both ethnicities the guy kept preaching. I would visit him often, and he would always let me in. I would donate to his church and even got to know his kids. Mixed church, white pastor. I learned a lot from this experience. People even started persecuting me under the radar for becoming a member. I attended this church every Sunday for two years faithfully. I had white friends and black friends, all the while comprehending the suppressed thoughts of a brutal past that people held inside. When I got divorced I kept attending, but it wasn’t the same, I had taken the biggest gut punch of my life. I’d found myself alone in my own mind left with no wife, no friends, and little family. Pastor Royalty called me his friend and when I moved on from village to village I began to comprehend the reality of a country rooted in an ideology that is just too hard to let go. Waking up in the ghettos of America I’ve learned a lot about life and once I found a library I learned even more. The beauty of it all is that I’ve learned, and the past has shown me a world filled with lost people, some sitting on high mountains, some brutally beaten, some whipped and chained, some being sold by their own country, and some even feeling superior to others, but there is nothing more eye opening than watching a person die, never getting to undo the harm that they unleashed upon innocent people. This June 19th, I think that just like anything in life’s experiences that it may be wise to comprehend that the world is filled with knowledge and cultures, I’ll learn from my own decisions and read a book about history so that what ever happened before doesn’t happen again. Slavery is a condition that we all suffer from because in the end, after the work is done and 400 or more years have passed, the stain of blood is very hard to wash away. That could be why a lot of us can’t let go. Standing on the edge of freedom, I’ve come to learn that because of miracles it’s better to not jump because a miracle proves one thing exists and that one thing is, “HOPE!”

Monday, June 10, 2024

Simple

Henry liked his women basic, his first girlfriend got complex and wanted the finer things in life so Henry dumped her.

Lisa sat in a room all day and collected a basic fixed income for just about her entire life. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she got on an elevator. She started spreading rumors that aliens made it.

Brian stayed in one spot for over 20 years and once everyone figured him out they gave him a mental disorder. He knew what everyone was going to do every day, some people thought he could see the future.

Old man Larry couldn’t figure out how they made the new razors so he used a blade.

Cindy lived out in the country and got her water from a well and while everyone in the city quarantined because of a fatal disease she didn’t know anything about it and kept drinking. She’s still alive by the way.

Johnny couldn’t figure out why his wife kept changing everything in the house around, when he lived by himself the bill stayed one price now it was getting out of his budget. Boy did they argue.

Peter was a man who loved all races and when his wife started putting spices in his food from another country he started eating fast food.

One country never fought a war, they stayed in the woods and watched the entire world fight it out over complex issues. They had no nukes, no technology, and didn’t even have a defense force. They survived in the end with one tactic, they kept it simple.

Friday, June 7, 2024

Retirement Dreams

The phone rang today. It was my old job, they needed some help again. In the midst of realizing that the money was drying up and my traveling experience had run its course, I decided to answer the call.

This was a corporate call, oh, “they really must be desperate,” I thought. Grabbing my good walker I turned off the television, left the nursing home and took the bus to work. I just got word that Jordan had just scored 50 points at his youth basketball camp at the age of 61. If Jordan can do it, I can do it. I was just as good as these young bucks, I worked the phones, filed papers, and even took out the trash. I don’t know how many computers I smashed, but I was on a roll. Realizing that I was sweating, I noticed the 70 and over club running for president again and even breaking some laws. Old foreign leaders were even bringing back old school guerrilla warfare. I felt forever young, for some reason I couldn’t sit down, the fire was rekindled. If they can do it, I can do it. I even noticed Tyson was back in the ring so I kept lacing up the chucks.

Why retire when you can die living the American dream?

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Standing Ovation

 Autistic, ha ha ha! “No!”

That kid was brave.

I never had the courage to jump straight into a professional football game and run on the field naked.

What’s wild is the fact that he got a standing ovation.

What a wild world we live in.


Sunday, June 2, 2024

The Executioner

What is a jail cell?

Who made the laws?

What does it mean to die by execution?

The state votes and the people sit and watch.

Open your eyes and pay close attention to who is sitting in the chair.

He or she is sentenced to death.

Me personally, I turn away, I see a part of my own life in that chair.

Drugged and drunk family members left in the ghettos to rot away.

Athletic and fame dreams of being idols.

A cheating unhinged ex-wife. 

Friends laughing at my every mistake that I’ve made.

Women screaming at me like I’m inferior.

A lonely man overtaken by grief. 

He was found guilty for carrying out some of the harshest crimes a human being could think of.

He took the law into his own hands and everyone stood idle to watch.

His mother was known as the queen of death in the ghettos of America because she aborted every child except him.

He was found guilty and sentenced to death.

I learned a valuable lesson while watching tears fall down his daughter’s face on my way out.

“Was my dad a bad person?” She asked me.

I looked her in the eyes and kindly said, “No one is born bad, we’re all just searching for unconditional love and when we don’t get it, some of us do crazy things for attention. Hug a friend today, work hard, and fill your soul with God’s mercy.”

For some reason that girl hugged me and would not stop crying. I later found out that she opened up a ministry in memory of her father after he was executed.

Something clicked in this young woman’s mind. I think she’d seen it all and after her father’s death she was not afraid of anything. She opened up her gateway to love homes in the hardest neighborhoods in the world. She’d become fearless. She had three kids, and held a job at a local burger shop and led grown men out of the same fate as her father. Whenever I saw her she was at a library reading a book. I was so moved by her courage that I retired early and took everything I owned and gave it to her. I donated my house and a building that I’d owned down the road and slept in the basement helping her. 

One man’s execution changed the world all because his daughter refused to see it happen to someone else’s little girl.

We were all witnesses.

The Executioner 

Friday, May 31, 2024

The Poetic Rules of Death

Rule number one: Never let it in your mind body and spirit.

Rule number two: Always speak life into the atmosphere, yes, you have that much power.

Rule number three: Death feeds off of negative energy, drugs, alcohol, and other brutal narcotics. This stuff will kill you slowly.

Rule number four: You can feel it when it’s around, so use your power to speak life back into existence.

Rule number five: Don’t believe in it, energy recycles itself, don’t let it turn you into negative energy.

Rule number six: It’s like a shadow so when you cross over—step into the light.

Rule number seven: If you see someone fading, speak life into them or it will strike swiftly.

Rule number eight: It strikes when least expected so stay on guard, the more you surround yourself with positive energy the more eternal life will follow.

Rule number nine: A wise man knows that true death is just the beginning of a new life.

Rule number ten: It will only take your life if you give in.

Rule number eleven: If you’ve ever seen a man drugged up and talking to himself on the streets, there’s a good chance that he’s on a solo high stuck between the angel of life or death; beware, you can easily be sucked into his battle.

Rule number twelve: Religion is a practice that recognizes two kinds of energy, one called good, and one called bad, use it to train your mind to see no evil, speak no evil, and hear no evil while also understanding that religious people created the death angel, he is a main character in their story; therefore, they have power to grant you more life. They set the stage, it’s their show.

Rule number thirteen: A fragile mind shatters, but a strong mind can take a blow, so toughen up, a person afraid to face their fears is easy prey and the criminally insane have made a deal with the angel of death so beware of what you sign on to or join. 

Rule number fourteen: Keep suicide out of your solutions because a person that keeps rising like the sun is undefeated. 

Rest in Peace, longevity is the master of time and when the flesh grows weak—jump into a new born soul, peace be with you on your journey and if the bridge falls down while you’re crossing it, I assure you that when you wake up you’ll be in another life while we’re stuck here fixing the bridge. You just moved from point A to point B, and all that time while you were dipping and dodging in life, the death angel was just a guide preparing you for eternity. 

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Black Feathers

In a frantic haze, I could feel my asthma kicking in. I saw it for myself, it was the dark side of mankind. Who were these people painted as saintly figures for the world to idolize? The truth hidden in plain sight. They were devils sent to earth to build their kingdoms. Alone in a room, I could feel them getting closer, so I remained quiet. Standing still on a bundle of hay, I could hear them chattering nearby. These were the evil angels sent to eat and torment flesh. They loved being seen in high places, drinking their alcohol and having sex with other evil angels. These beings fed off of fragile souls. They sell drugs to torment the spirits of truth and live lavish lives by selling aborted baby parts to those at the top of the food chain. Their political affiliation is wild, they institutionalize and bred children into a false ideology, some of them even speak of God in the 33rd degree. While hearing them getting closer I knew I had to face my fears, I knew I had to fight my way out of becoming one of their sacrifices. What was a grown man to do? I was trapped on an abandoned farm and I had just seen their spaceship. They were evil angels with no wings. I had some valuable information and if they caught me I would be dissected and fed to the wolves like the rest of their sheep. That’s when I saw him, he was a black angel with black feathers. While they were drinking blood he rescued me and gave me wings. We became friends and he trained me to fight these cunning looking creatures. He told me to never be caught off guard and use my sword to slaughter these flesh eating vultures. Realizing that the black feathered creature had led me to safety, I spread my new black feathered wings and flew away. As long as I was alive I was a threat to their kingdom. 

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

Sportsmanship

I hope this message motivates you.

My Grandfather was a Browns fan, he died of lung cancer.

His words for his offspring were, “Never give up.”

My grandfather had a wild mind but he suffered in order to save a teammate.

Like many men and women, he was introduced to athletics early in life and he became crippled playing the sport of football while trying to protect another teammate. He spent the rest of his life with one leg shorter than the other.

My grandfather was always quiet, never said a word and when he did speak he hardly gained anyone’s attention but he loved sports.

I wrote this piece for the young man and the young woman.

I personally took my grandfather into chemotherapy quite often before he died. I can still remember him in his Cleveland Browns jacket.

My message to you, friend, is learn to lose.

I know this sounds crazy in today’s world but I mean this personally.

Learn to take a beating.

My personal resume is filled with disappointments, on my first encounter with the sport of basketball I was literally kicked off of the basketball court as a child because I never played and no one took the time to teach me; therefore, I had to learn everything by myself.

On my quest to become a winner, which rarely happened, I had to learn that winning is an illusion, it creates too many false ideologies but to win I first had to lose. My grandfather never got to see his team win a title but technically he did. Every week he tuned in, watched them join hands, pick each other up and play the game. There are millions of people who invest in sports but the true magic happens when a player falls down and the world helps them get back up.

I am not a professional athlete, but I enjoy seeing people do extraordinary things.

I enjoy watching people fall down, passing out, doping scandals, and even being persecuted only to learn the hard way.

Drilled into a one word lesson that we all must learn.

“Sportsmanship,” if you thought winning was everything, you’ve been fooled, a true champion dies a thousand times only to learn one lesson from John Wesley West.

Encourage your teammates and—

“Never give up.”

Sportsmanship 

It will turn you into a real champion.

I promise.