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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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