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. 

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. 

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.

Adulthood

John was struggling to stay afloat, while trying to save himself he jumped on Tracey and Sandra’s back while pulling them under water with him.

Tina and her Husband Greg became leaders of a church, they got behind on their personal taxes and all hell broke loose.

Bob graduated college and got caught stealing from his full time grocery store manager gig to pay his debts.

Sam went to the military and did seven deployments, he tried to save money but went under when he went through a brutal divorce. 

Rubio ran for governor but failed to get the majority vote so he decided to take a job at the local college.

Brad became a big time drug kingpin who got busted by the FBI on several occasions.

Fred got arrested several time for domestic violence, he tried to bite his wife’s fingers off. How sick is that?

Nate founded a hit singing group but they all turned on him when the money ran out. Nobody knows where the money went.

Sammy became a big time boxer but lost the biggest fight of his life to cancer.

The point is that adulthood is nasty and messy. The truth is that many adults are afraid because we all just don’t know where we’re going to end up once it’s all said and done, sadly, those good paychecks don’t last forever. My advice to you would be some simple words to get you off of the ledge. If you decide to jump, you failed to give your story a chance to have a happy ending. Tomorrow may be better, who knows? Give another day a try. This message is for those battling with suicidal thoughts. This Memorial Day take the time to remember that many gave it all in hopes for a better world laced with the freedom to believe in a better tomorrow.

Look in the Mirror

 After a number of set backs and a few life scares I took a look in the mirror and told myself that if the good lord spared me that I wouldn’t take another day for granted. I pray that if you’re reading this message that you do the same. While seeing suffering and good people falling to their knees I also see people rushing in to save them. In this, I remember when I too was in the same position. To make a long story short, when I say I can’t do it, I can. When I fall down, I get up. As people disappear off of the face of the earth, I can only do one thing and that’s look in the mirror. What am I doing to make the world better? Look in the mirror friends. It’s an old simple message in a world quick to turn away.

Look in the Mirror 

Drunk & Unhinged

 Honestly, I remember when these unhinged adults were children. They were so pure, vibrant, and filled with energy. Now they’re tipped over with concealed knowledge, drunk, depressed and untamed with power. Many of them are killing everyone and everything, slowly. Babies, animals, and even themselves. The question is, where are we going? Most of us are in debt, depressed, sexually deprived, wondering if God himself is going to come back and save us from our own insanity. How many people are wandering the streets high and mentally “slash” egotistically insane? Drugs have literally corrupted unhappy people searching for Jesus to heal them. I mean people are literally tipped over and drunk on evil and stupid at the same time. Personally, I’m concerned about myself also in this jungle. I’m concerned about my own social wellbeing, it seems like as I grew older everything else fell further away. Priorities have changed, and no matter how hard things get, I too am a paycheck away from living underground. I spoke to a veterinarian today and the woman was exhausted while explaining the cost of just getting an old dog back up to good health, I’m like screw it, just put him to sleep. It’s cheaper, and I’d save his life and mine. I mean why not wear black to a wedding, the bride has had several abortions, ink splashed all over her body and is clearly under a millennial love spell after scraping up cash for a three thousand dollar dress. I mean people are unhinged, you see a group of young kids drunk out having unprotected sex on private property with no fear of the consequences. Mom and dad are stuck in the 70s getting high in the front yard celebrating legal weed day with a fat wealthy doctor rubbing CBD oil on his patient’s knees. If that’s a nonprofit, then Noah’s ark is just down the road with rainbow flags. It’s either sad or happy, one former president is going back and forth with a porn star and still looked at as the country’s savior while the other is tipped over in his Santa hat giving out abortion pills with his demented VP, handing out taxpayer war solutions and seems to be clearly medically dependent. From a distance you would ask world leaders like hey sir, haven’t you figured it out yet, the world is literally falling apart and you still have the craving to divide and conquer now wonder your wife is cheating with the mailman, her power trip ended after the last expensive fur coat you bought her and it’s clear that she wants to come back down to earth. Your genocide fantasy is going to kill us all sir. To end this rant, I see a group of sports fanatics gambling away their life savings spending $3,000 of their parent’s money on thrill seats while poor young souls sit in a room filthy rich off of a shoe deal wondering who their true friends are. Either science is going to save me or kill me slowly, I feel better now, Jesus is coming soon and rap music is cheaper to make than R&B, Amen & hallelujah! What a ride. I still don’t know enough.

Drunk & Unhinged 

The Inferior Mom

First we must ask the scholars a question. Sitting in high chairs one may wonder why a man claiming to be God was a threat to the world. Every prophet has a mother, is she too different or inferior? If a scholar knows everything what am I worth? So I say as the pharaoh’s watched their dynasties crumble, who holds the key? An eye holding a ball of light watching those who were once oppressed and looked at as termites pour out their wrath on the inferior. Behind a magic curtain one must ask, is there a wizard who made the bombs? Conquering enemies only to live with the conscience inching away at a man who decides to kill. Dreams do haunt us in the night. The truth is that on my quest to perfection I found out that I too am flawed. I too see crowns of thorns and the prophet Muhammad’s army in the distance. Drowning in my sorrow’s I ask these prophets for wisdom and strength as I get older knowing that one day my life on planet earth may be over as well. While observing wars spread and children growing up making the same mistakes I find myself having a purpose. Seeing a part of me and a part of God in them I must give them a reason to keep driving through the storm. A wise man would ask mom how did she make it? Inferior to dad, she bore a seed and encouraged me to fly. Wandering through the night we had to find food and a home, how did she do it? I’m not cursed for having a heart, I’m gifted. While picking my drunk inferior mother up she was never a whore or a B***ch to me. She was a friend, a comforter, and a teacher. I appreciate the discipline and lessons to show respect. Screaming in a mirror watching mom suffer over and over again, I stand at her grave while she sleeps still amazed, marveled, and mystified by the spirit of a woman. They give birth to everything only to roam through the jungle of life searching for love.

Happy Mother’s Day to the inferior Mom.

The Bill Collector

Collections: Hello, may I speak to Karah?

Karah: This is Karah.

Collections: Yes, this is a call from a debt collector in an attempt to collect a debt any portion of this call can and will be used for that purpose. I’m calling about the loan you took out from M8 & Associates are you able to make a payment today?

Karah: No, I’m all out of money. I’ve been working 4 jobs and I’ve even been asked by multiple men to do things outside of my moral compass for cash, but I refused. I can barely afford to pay for my college bills and the 5th job I held to pay this bill, I got fired for taking a nap in the restroom. 

Collections: Well, are you able to pay anything towards your balance today?

Karah: I have $1 left in my bank account if that will help.

Collections: That will work for now. I’ll take the card number whenever you’re ready. After the one dollar payment your account balance will be $2,989.