The Moon Fight

 To understand this story one must take a hard look at an old owl sitting in a tree at night staring at the moon. One must also comprehend true wisdom. A holiday is mixed with the word “holy” which means sacred or set aside for Godly reasons and “day” which is a unit of time for the earth to spin on its axis. I will conclude this brief synopsis by defining the word “fight” which corresponds to mean brutal struggle. 

“Mr. Claus, I saw a beautiful girl today,” West explained.

“When you saw her, did you speak?” Mr. Claus replied.

“No, I didn’t.”

“So you have doubts,” Mr. Claus said.

West stood still.

“Little elf, I deliver to God’s children every year with no doubts that what I’m doing is for the greater good of the world. The only motivation that I have is a holy season made because of a child called the Christ. The story says that he was a good child. It doesn’t say whether he was beautiful, it just says that he was good,” Mr. Claus explained to West.

“Beautiful? Good? What does that have to do with the girl? West asked.

Mr. Claus put down his list. “I am a character in this magical story called life. I was created for the greater good and to preserve it. The world is filled with good and bad people of all races, creeds, and colors. My character was only created to see good. To me, West, if it’s good, it’s beautiful no matter what it looks like,” Mr. Claus explained.

“So what are you saying, Sir?” West replied.

“The moon glows, it has craters, and it gives off a vibrant ray of light in the night sky. The moon is old and it lives with its craters. The moon stays in its place and is content with its craters. It’s good; therefore, it’s still beautiful,” Mr. Claus concluded.

West looked up in the northern sky. He recalled the Christmas when he and Mr. Claus flew past the moon and he thought it was smiling at him. In West’s mind he was fighting a brutal fight with his conscience. His mind saw a beautiful girl, but in reality that’s all she was to him. True love is a fight, true love is God coming to the earth to die for his creation so that we all can seek redemption and receive God’s glory with forgiveness. It’s a fight that we all are born into and like the moon in the night sky, we must learn its struggle to stay put so we’re able to comprehend our purpose in life.

The second time West the Elf saw the girl she was much older and grey, but he was still a vibrant little elf unable to age. Flying in to give her grandchildren gifts, West noticed that she was alone in her room asleep and poor next to pictures of her passed on family.

It was clear that she’d been hit by asteroids and comets just like the moon. Therefore, West concluded that she was good so Mr. Claus and West gave her the most precious gift of all. They gave her eternal life. Her story lives on, she fought the good fight…She really was beautiful.

The Moon Fight

Moon Ball

In the darkness of another New Year I heard gun shots. People were literally shooting at the moon. The sound was like basketballs bouncing. Realizing that I had no weapon, I jumped as high as I could, but it was physically impossible for me to grab the Moon Ball. I tell you, from where I was standing that darn thing looked like I could grab it with my fingers. People loved this game though. They would play it at the park, play it at the gym, and even play it in college. I would watch people scream at the TV cheering for their team, betting hard earned money. Moon Ball was so popular that the first players that could jump to the moon would score the most points and the sad part about the entire game is that no one would ever make it until a few guys decided to build a spaceship. At this point Moon Ball had gone too far. Live TV ratings were through the roof. Bets were off of the charts, this was serious business. Everyone in the world tuned in, this team meant business. They got in their rocket ship and blasted off to the moon and when they made it they found out that the moon was bigger than them. The Moon Ball bounced and slingshotted them all the way back to earth and when they got home they were so exhausted and filled with joy to be back that they never went back again. Everyone wanted to hear their story, they took pictures, videos, and even put their teams flag on display on the moon. Moon Ball players were upset, jealous, and even embarrassed.

“They cheated!” I heard one of them say, shouting at the referee.

Things got out of hand pretty quick, people started rioting, and marching. Human behavior took a turn for the worse. Leaders started getting killed and people thought aliens were coming to seek revenge but for some odd reason people kept playing the game. The weirdest thing that I witnessed in the game of Moon Ball were the fans. They wore these tie-dyed T-shirts and smoked Moon pipes singing crazy Moon songs. They even had a king that Moonwalked in a military uniform and everyone across the world started spinning in circles. Some people even started spinning miniature moon balls on their fingers and shooting moon balls into baskets, ordinary people went moon crazy. I saw this one guy doing this B Boy dance called the Moon Mill where he spun around on his backside and arms. Moon Ball changed the world and the people that played started putting up this weird peace sign as if they were citizens from another world. At the end of the game I heard the announcer shout, “Citizens of Moon nation, we will now enter our moon ship and return back to our home planet.” Sadly, they never did. They all died cheering and putting all of their faith in Moon Ball. Only one team won the game and everyone else spent the rest of their life bouncing, spinning, and jumping around. At the end of my story I found myself asleep floating on the moon only to wake up in bed. It’s weird, but that’s where we go at night, we visit the moon. I wrote a book about it and even got to talk about it on the radio. My story was so big that my book was a best seller. I rebranded Moon Ball into Moon Books, the simple guide to getting to the moon with less work. All you had to do was dream.

Moon Ball

The Beautiful Moon

I see two sides; I see the day and I see the night.

One side is a beautiful day filled with rays of light and the other side is a night sky with the beautiful moon.

I rest at night and I’m alive in the day while the moon glows I have nothing to say.

It’s quiet and there’s time to think, the moon is beautiful so I sleep.

Good night.

The Beautiful Moon

The American Moon

 “Brian wake up!” A voice says.

“They’re all gone.” Brian says waking up.

“Who? Brian, who’s all gone?” The voice replies.

“The Indians, the Africans, the Cowboys, and even the people seeking refuge.” 

Brian gets up and notices that he’s in a theater with a pen and a pad.

“Am I dead? I guess we all die in the end, right?” He says.

The screen fades to black. The American Moon and the American stars come out.

“Not in the theater Brian. Everyone here lives forever on the big screen. This is heaven on earth. The place where anything goes and you write whatever ending you like.” The voice says fading away.

Brian looks back at all of his sad moments in life.

“I’m going to write a happy beginning where nothing ever dies and there is no end.”

The American Moon.

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

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.