Never give up on Freedom

To whom this message may find, first I have to inform and remind you of the fight.

Comfort is a curse that rattles the cages of those who are hungry; therefore, while you sleep someone is plotting to eat at your table. In that, hunger can serve as a motive to satisfy your cravings to be fulfilled and comfortable. It’s a cycle, a curse of everything living.

It can drive a person to be first in line. 

When a person dies a thousand times trying to be free their soul lights the fire in generations to come.

This image haunts the souls of those living on the top floor. Fear rattles their spirit so they jump to keep the cycle of freedom alive, it’s purged in blood and well thought out by the wise.

To the young, it dissolves, but to the seekers it’s everything they dream of.

In a field of drug lords, war ravaged nations, and ghettos, you will eventually find books under the mattress of someone seeking a way out. A way to freedom.

To comprehend these laws of nature, no one is safe, only constantly on guard.

After a hard days work the cement floor is like a cozy bed to those earning their keep.

In a field of oppression many never see tomorrow, so to someone seeking freedom it is their tomorrow.

Today, be reminded that people are still fighting to be free.

Numb from their own wombs unable to surrender the honor and goals of a free world.

In this statement I can hear the cold wind blowing out a prisoner’s fire. He or she also wants to be free.

A representative republic that trust in God can only stand united and if the people are weak, hunger for their civil rights will make them stronger and eager to magnify freedom.

For their children will witness them strive and will take honor in being tested.

For no man can sit idle in search for a meal.

Like eagles soaring in the sky—long lasting freedom is always earned.

Under a brutal regime, freedom for the people they are oppressing is often misunderstood, hardly comprehended. Freedom is like hope burning a freedom fighter’s pride.

Those who hear stories of legends fighting for their freedom learn two things: they learn about bravery and they learn about sacrifice.

Freedom is the will to seek an education, but most of all the will to pursue your dreams.

Fight after fight, drowning by the billions seeking refuge, never surrender the idea of freedom.

It will eventually raise the dead and revolutionize those who seek it.

In the end, the true power in the story is those yearning to sacrifice and leave everything behind to be FREE.

Never give up on Freedom it comes in many forms.

The World Maxed Out

Deep in the cold of winter stood a dead frozen homeless man.

Tear gas filled the eyes of protesters as a lesbian woman laid barefoot facedown on the cold cement dead.

Protesters filled the streets begging for freedom as they’re slaughtered in broad daylight.

Taking shelter in my bunker I couldn’t help but notice people praying for miracles, but nothing happened.

In the distance I saw a teacher reading to autistic children and a mother begging for her child’s father to pay the bills.

Pleasure seekers drowning in their own passions and the funk of misery overflowing with company.

The truth is that everyone had been given what they asked for, but still it was never enough. For a blindman to see, he would still have to sacrifice his legs because everything now came at a cost.

Champion after champion only to die in a room with nothing left to give.

As new blood emerged, the god seekers soon saw truths being preached by black sheep and as a slave saw freedom another 3rd world country saw no end to the slave trade.

Standing on a tower the new pharaohs and kings stood watch on their borders as marshal law fed the governing beast eager to maintain law and order.

Farmers begging for mercy and a financial bailout, it was clear that the world had maxed out.

The enlightened began to see flesh as the pathway to prosperity, sadly, their cup overflowed with the party fever.

Micro computer chips on social media platforms as gold star evangelicals preached of a path to salvation not comprehending that data in a virtual world had limits.

This all while a small minded group beat an old homeless doctor with a hammer after he gambled his life away.

In the depths of space a mad scientist sees no limits to his mission to other planets as the planet filled with over a billion people was his to conquer. If death were to come from a disease or virus a scientist could only comprehend God’s true existence in the form of scientific breakthroughs.

Yet, still, dark space stood silent.

At a tipping point, a drunk and drug filled brain inside of a fragile skull staggers in a body at the peak of a dopamine high while smoking marijuana. While a holy monk is told to give his life to Christ in his march for peace. 

This is all while rainbows as symbols are no longer fathomed as a promise from God to some youth in search for utopia on earth.

History being told in fear can often paint a fraudulent picture of truth to a society looking in one direction. 

Tainted, limping in a small cage, sick and abused animals are seen hiding in storm shelters.

Migrants seeking refuge see no fear in civil law and as the roof caves in the skilled search for new blood to train as unruly men drown in nuclear war. 

Taking his seat in his chair a wiseman sits down as the next in line in the food chain overthrows a robotic empire to emerge as God’s new prized creation. This all while an alien civilization returns for their pyramids and a lion takes a seat at the front gates to rest.

The World Maxed Out

A Dream of Peace

I had to work extra hard today but while working I couldn’t help but notice a bird on a wire.

Getting older by the minute I remember my first marriage. We argued and fought about everything. The most brutal argument we had I recall screaming to the top of my lungs trying to make a point, and then falling to the floor as she stormed out of the house as I sat on the bare floor in grief that I had no way of getting my point across. I yearned for peace. I learned to appreciate it. Sadly, the constant fighting was getting us no where.

I recall a thousand battles that I’d faced over and over again. Fighting with other males, fighting and arguing with family members. Just unnecessary wars waiting for the dust to settle. Yesterday I decided to sit down in a dark room. In the silence I couldn’t help but notice the ambulance sirens driving by. 

Good people are dying but I believe I know why the good lord spared my life in the war on terror. I believe my purpose is to calm the storms. To balance the laws of nature. To introduce the world to a small chair in a room with a book waiting to be read. A book that was once a tree growing in a dark forest now trimmed down to a piece of paper for me to learn and grow while reading someone else’s thoughts. In the process I silently read to correct my flawed past thoughts. I reprogram my brain to be more calm; More patient; More kind; and a better person.

One poet once said that evil never sleeps. In tune with the balance of nature, I then fell to sleep listening to my audio bible only to feel a divine force giving me complete peace. 

I woke up refreshed. I woke up still dreaming of Peace. The feeling of Peace. A man in the forest by the lake listening to the sounds of nature. After the dream I jump back to my feet and get back to work. Time is priceless, war is weary, and peace is refreshing.

A Dream of Peace 

The Black Bubble Theory

What if the answer was sitting right there? Physically there has to be something that would ignite a big bang. Have we seen any explosions in space? Not yet, at least as far as I know. All we see are sucking and radiating stars that fill blocks of space. What if the answer was as simple as a child blowing bubbles? What if the darkness of space is just as simple as black air. Black air and gas chemicals that blow bubbles into planets. Bubbles that pop and create external pockets of air that in the process ripple through space creating organic blocks of life. What if a black hole was just a black air bubble forming another galaxy? 

The Black Bubble Theory

The Big Tree

 “Trisha, Jessie don’ discovered an alternate reality; Trisha did you hear me?” Connie said noticing Trisha gazing out of the window.

“Trisha, what are you looking at?” Connie asked.

“Our dumb ass brothers are going to kill us and themselves trying to keep us warm,” Trisha replied.

In a moment’s time, Connie noticed them chopping away at a huge tree.

“Oh God!” Connie said.

At mid stroke the tree fell on everything in its path including their house. By God’s grace everyone survived but the tree smashed everything and caused a huge power outage.

Standing at the bottom of the tree stump Carl took his gloves off and began scratching his head while accessing the damage.

“Maybe we should have called a tree removal company,” he concluded.

The Big Tree

My Will and Testament

Well kids that I don’t have in blood, but just time,  I leave you with a $250,000 insurance policy and a net worth of investments into people.

I’ve had good days and bad days.

I would like to thank the oil companies, banks, government, pornstars, credit card companies, churches and Sherman for being a brother and a friend.

Headed into black history month my true strength came when I had to look in the mirror at myself.

Everyday has not been easy and as one philosopher would say the world will break everyone eventually.

In capitalism I’ve had to choose my battles wisely and sadly I’ve lost so many only to get up stronger.

To my ethnicity, I have spent my entire life trying not to let you down.

To other ethnicities, I’ve spent my entire life shaking your hands with little to offer but words of encouragement and my life.

I don’t know where the world is headed but there are some power moves being made that may leave a lot of people behind at the time that I wrote this.

So here is my will.

To the world I’ve given it my all and the only thing that’s left is my life.

This piece serves as my will that whatever is left of me is to go to those on my time sheets that gave me the most time.

For that I am forever grateful.

Thanks for the friendship, love, encouragement, and sacrifice.

We had good days and bad days but as a family somehow we kept the ship afloat.

Bang!

I feel better now.

In memory of those no longer with us from suicidal submission.

This piece serves as a reminder that all life is precious.

I wrote this piece for you, your life is meaningful, don’t give up, I’m with you.

The Caged Lion

 “Cee Cee, why do they have us here? Why are we in a cage?” Bobby, the good Lion asked.

Cee said nothing.

“Cee Cee talk to me please. Don’t you dream of what life would be like in a real jungle?” Bobby said.

It was clear that Cee Cee was sad because she said nothing. From a distance she noticed that one of the zoo attendants had left a gate partially unlocked. 

Cee Cee’s eyes were now wide opened. In a matter of seconds her and her pride were raising hell outside of the gates.

People couldn’t believe what they were seeing. 

Now roaring in the zoo lobby, Cee Cee and her pride were free.

Bobby couldn’t believe how quickly Cee Cee’s mood had changed.

They were free.

Space balls, Bubbles & Bibles

I died on Earth only to be reborn in another space ball.

It blew and spun around far away like a bubble in another galaxy somewhere in the 8th dimension.

Thinking that I’d escaped a third world ghetto, I found out that they had Bibles too, but their characters were different.

Realizing that death was only a pathway into another life, I found out that I was their savior. I was their prophet. I was their prophecy.

What a universe, it all made sense, at least to them, but sadly, I was still a lonely leader in a room waiting to be assassinated by someone who obviously didn’t believe.

If he or she gets to me, I wonder where I’ll end up next.

The guy before me tried to carry out a genocide and if I die in this world the bubble will probably explode.

Space balls, Bubbles & Bibles.