Letting go

To the fish swimming in circles in the fish tank constantly crashing his face into the glass, I kindly put him in a bowl and let him run free in the lake.

To the water turtle resting on a rock with no friends or family, I kindly set him free in a nearby pond.

To the animals in the zoo with no natural habitat, I opened up the gates and let them run wild in the forest.

To my girlfriend who felt tied down and tired of commitment I too opened up the door and set her free.

To my dog, to my cat, and to all that I held on to, even my old classic cars, I decided to let go.

“Good bye,” I said, standing in a field watching the birds play in the trees. They spread their wings and fly when they too are set free.

Letting go.

Hotel Dreams

Imagine a witch in the kitchen.

At first he or she sees you in the limelight shining like a diamond.

The trick in this story is to comprehend that not everyone thinks the same. 

The treat is if everyone had no ill intentions, the world probably would be a better place.

As you become the apple in the witch’s eye as she pulls out her cards, the fortune telling begins.

Will you make it? This is what she’s betting on.

Sadly, you’re just doing your job and letting your doctors know that you’re fine.

Casually leaving your psychologist, she pulls you aside and says, “be careful out there, there’s a lot of unhealthy people.”

While leaving her presence, you, being a human being, feels as though you know everything, while in reality, knowing everything is impossible.

You may also feel as though everything revolves around you.

On your journey, you realize that you have gifts, and even dreams. You’re climbing the ladder everyday because just like everyone else, you have to pay the bills.

Every step up the ladder involves knowledge and choices and one false move could cost you everything, but you keep climbing and climbing.

Sadly, there are people who desire to enter, and the ones you don’t allow in, just like you, they don’t like to hear the word “No.”

Alone in a room at Hotel Dreams you can hear them in the night while you sleep, you can feel them touching you, you can feel them chasing you, you can feel them cursing you. The voices just won’t go away. 

My advice to you on your journey to the top floor of Hotel Dreams is don’t let your bad habits get the best of you because the top floor is just like sleeping in the sky. You’re higher off of the ground level and you never know what or who is waiting on the bottom floor.

It could be someone you owe, or someone who is a dear fan of your work. 

Let me warn you that the rooms at Hotel Dreams are not cheap and sadly some of the people that check in don’t checkout.

Sad and tragic photos of a precious life on top of the world whose dream caused a life of nightmares that he or she just could not handle.

As the witch puts her cards away she fixes herself something to eat while reading about your tragic ending and says, “What were the odds of that?”

In memory of every dreamer, the missing ingredient to a peaceful dream is never letting go of the magical belief in God because after it’s all said and done, it’s better to float up from Hotel Dreams into a peaceful heaven than to fall flat on your face from the top floor.

Hotel Dreams

The man who created the Universe

Ten million Nuns praying in a closet.

A room filled with drug addicts overdosing just to meet him. They can’t take the pain of living, many just can’t face their fears. They’re addicted.

Rich junkies in a room smoking marijuana, they crave a word from him. For they too eat his ever lasting plants to survive. They thank him as they get high.

Floating through space in a mass outer body experience only to be crashed back down to earth with a numb brain.

Coding the genetic fibers of man who claim to hear his voice even in the wee hours of the night.

Why does the baby cry? Who is the baby smiling at? Where is the baby going and what is the baby doing?

This all happens as the man who created the universe codes and decodes his master projects.

Balls of gases spinning in the darkness of space while oceans flood and innocent people die all while he sits in a mansion playing with marbles hearing their prayers.

Chemically imbalanced humans medicated and studied with visions of seeing him.

So many bloodlines and so many chapters to this story.

A laboratory filled with mad scientist playing with his fumes only to die discovering that life goes on with or without them. 

The eye cannot see the creator, nor can the fingers touch him, but his watermarks of work are everywhere.

He stays busy and we’re all just a product of his environment sitting on his shelf.

The man who created the universe.

The Colony

 Searching for refuge and the people of enlightenment, I escaped. No one knew me anyway and all of my relatives had gone on with their lives. Sadly, I didn’t exist anymore. I’d become invisible, a well known person who decided to move on from the common way. I began to read more. Politically, I’d come to accept that a lot of people were in another world, they were religiously insane while I sought a life of independent thinking. I’d become isolated from society, it was like I spoke another language. It was as though I’d become a black sheep even around Easter. The message seemed different. I’d moved on and learned a better pathway to happiness. I spent my time studying and slowly realizing that human nature revolved around comfort. People wandering through the wilderness not knowing who they were. I’d become well studied, an outsider and outcast seeking a life with new friends somewhere beyond the old rundown city living life in a colony. We all knew the truth while everyone else waited for someone to save us all. We the people who lived in the colony had come to accept that it was our choice to take the red pill and that choice couldn’t be undone as long as we lived on earth. While everyone else lived a basic life with family and friends we were creating a forcefield around our colony to protect us from the bombs. We were informed.

Organic Eggs

 “Alright, we have about 1 minute left on the clock. Matthew, I want you to take the game winning shot,” coach Peter said.

Judas got upset and interrupted, “I think Jesus should take the game winning shot. He’s our leading scorer.”

Coach Peter stood his ground.

“All season you’ve been riding Jesus’s jock. What do you have up your sleeve? Just follow the game plan, they will never see Matthew’s shot coming.”

As the team got back on the court Mark passed the ball in bounds as Judas took the inbound pass and took the game winning shot himself.

The coach was hysterical while watching the ball bounce off of the rim. Fans went crazy and Judas was humiliated. No one could believe that a division one team could be so disobedient in the championship game. They lost.

On the bus ride home no one said anything. The star player Jesus just sat in his seat breaking bread with his teammates and listening to gospel music. 

“It’s all good fellas,” he said.

Judas was jealous and he yearned for the love and attention that Jesus had been getting all season. Judas had won the best defensive player of the year award but even that wasn’t good enough.

The next morning he woke up and saw his name slandered and tarnished in the paper. Sports analysts spent hours replaying his shot while laughing and making talking points. Judas soaked in the humiliation as he prepared to eat his usual organic eggs breakfast and even thought about killing himself for betraying his teammates.

Feeling lonely and tormented he decided to call Jesus,

“Hello, Jesus, how are you doing bro?” Judas said.

“I’m good, just sitting here trying to get motivated to tend my sheep. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry Bro. I was wrong for taking that game winning shot,” Judas explained.

“It’s cool bro, it’s just a game, my father is a God of second chances. We’re a team bro, either way we shine together. Next year is our year and if all else fails, I’ll pass you the ball and if coach doesn’t approve of it then we’ll just play for another team. I feel your hunger Bro, I asked you to be traded to our squad for a reason. It was your defense that helped us get to the big dance,” Jesus said to his friend and teammate.

After the call Judas repented for betraying his teammates. He even cried while eating his organic eggs and was eager to get another chance to prove himself worthy next season.

Organic Eggs

The Weird Burger

At the moment I saw the commercial I wanted it.

I just had to have this burger.

While in the shower it kept running across my mind.

Craving to see what it was like, I jumped in my car and saw it on the drive thru billboard.

Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce and cheese.

After taxes, the burger with the combo came up to $10. 

Sadly, I realized that I’d been gaining weight, my waist size had gone from a 32 to a 45. 

I sat at the drive thru speaker for about 2 minutes before I backed out. 

I changed my mind and decided to eat a salad.

After a run in the park, I felt better, but I was still fighting the thought of the weird burger.

The Devil’s Speech

 “First of all no one has the guts to kill me so I’m going to give it to you straight. Look at all of these countries kissing my a** while all of God’s angels sit wealthy in their mansions. As I move forward with marking everything with 666 who is man enough to face me? I watched for years patiently waiting for this moment. I’ve watched as innocent babies are sacrificed to me. Nasty a** perverts feeding me with their insanely nasty fantasies while whispering in the ears of lonely women as they drop off drug infested bodies at the hospital to die of overdoses. Now beg at the altar, sheep, this is what you sold out to. The hatred and jealousy in your hearts. I made you a deal and you have no choice but to take it. I even painted you a nice friendly picture of how I imagine your savior and you accepted it as your very own, and any saint plotting to take me out will share the equal share of my wrath and his. We can sit on the thrown in the kingdom of hell together and if God is my brother, and he allowed me to do this damage, then the archangel Michael and Gabriel must sit and watch until given the order. They both know man’s ill will. Who can stomach evil and do nothing? Who will surrender everything they have to face me? I know all of your confessions. These are the paths that you all chose, I know your thoughts.”

He drops the microphone as more evil spreads, and the man sent from God to face him rounds up his courage to give his life for the greater good that’s left.

The Devil’s Speech

Who is brave enough to fight the forces of evil?

This piece is only literature, don’t take it personal.

The Musical

There they were, dancing in the rain.

For some odd reason they just kept dancing even in the midst of chaos.

In war, they danced.

In peace, they danced.

They took over my thoughts; I just had to watch them, I couldn’t help it.

Their moves were all in sequence, everyone kept their rhythm.

In the middle of a pandemic, they danced.

In the wrath of storms and tornadoes, they just kept dancing.

Tariffs soon ravaged the markets and there they were still dancing in the streets.

I recall this one back step with a sliver of the body. 

It was groovy.

Feeling the weight of the world I gave up on my own ambitions and joined in. 

My troubled mind left it all on the dance floor.

I don’t know what happened, but they transformed me and they put it all on video.

The Musical

Even on the edge in what appeared as a doomed world, everyone just seemed so happy.

Home

If I told a child that some people live in the woods, he or she probably would not believe me.

So I ask, “What is home?”

It’s a place to relax.

It’s a place to unwind.

Sadly, not everyone can afford a home and, sadly, not everyone has a place to call home.

Home to some maybe on a street corner while a home for others may be in a mansion.

In a world where people seem to never be satisfied, we may find ourselves ungrateful for the home that we do have while others are left to suffer.

It’s important to not hold on to material ambitions because those whom we consider toxic would gladly love the life that many of us take for granted.

A lost child with no where to go…

A mother with nothing left…

A soldier yearning to make it to one place…

A place that we call,

“Home.”

The Private Sex Ed Text Messages

 Goodnight family much love, Edith never told me anything about her sex life. I wonder if she liked porn as much as John did? So many unknowns about the family tree.

Nathanial was a nasty man, I’ve come to accept the fact that we live in a nasty world. The founding fathers were nasty and the entire slave trade was filled with nasty men. This is a nasty world that keeps turning. Have a good weekend. 

Nasty people do great things. I rather still enjoy R & B Kelly’s greatest hits.

As I get older I’v come to accept that there is no escape from nasty. It’s become contagious. It’s spread like COVID.

Even bill said don’t ask don’t tell then he got nasty in the white house. People all over the world exploded somehow into nastiness. 

Married people even watch nasty people to feel nasty around each other. I guess nasty has a spark that ignites the flames. We can all thank nasty for us all being alive.

People getting nasty at work, at the beach, in the closets, at church, and even in cars. People of all ages with or without money some with other people’s property. Nasty is normal, You know, to conclude my dissertation, I know for sure that I have proof that it’s a nasty world.

Poles in the bedroom, oils everywhere, and to top it off there’s plastic toys under the bed hidden in plain sight. 

NASTY 

Vote for me I’ve got nothing to hide.