Bride of Fury

The day began on a hot summer day.

In the distance I could hear a bird.

That’s when my old fashion eye began to see the truth.

He hated her and as they stood at the altar giving their vows he tried to escape.

The love was real but was only true in her heart.

Not feeling the equal bond, she stabbed him in the back over and over again as blood splattered in every direction.

In the distance I heard screams.

Fire then fell from the sky as the wrath of Islam began to unfold. 

As I stood and watched I looked at my shadow only to come to the conclusion that love is a force that if unfulfilled can turn an innocent woman into a bride of fury.

After seeing what I’d just saw I took the knife from the bride and cut the wedding cake.

It was expensive.

I felt her pain so I gave her a hug and as her husband to be laid lifeless on the ground I assured her that he would never hurt another woman again.

At that moment we cut the cake and danced at the reception without him.

The End

The PARTY that lasted 250 years

As I entered the auditorium I couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that education was not simple. It was a complex sequence of events that took time to mature in a person eager to learn. At first you enter and then it evolves. After it’s all over, the champagne explodes, people get exotic and the party begins. Imagine a woman in the corner with black lingerie crawling on the floor. Friends, this PARTY didn’t begin like this, it took over 250 years so let me explain. First you had modest women. Walking around in long dresses keeping their wildness concealed. Organic orgies hidden behind wooden outhouses. Religious extremist falling over in hay fever spasms trying everything to contain the beast. Drunken slave owners falling over in black cherry pies as their wives looked into the future at Epstein files. There literally was no escape as supreme power was given to his satanic offspring. The reptilian family feasting off of lame sheep drinking the blood of their savior. If you thought the party stopped at midnight you were wrong. Sweat slowly dripped down stripping poles as dropout gambling thieves chased adorable young girls fresh off to college. Political parties were no different as intellectuals printed out money with royal subliminal messages on each corner of the specially enhanced paper. The party dripped in gold as fireworks burned the noses of little children falling to the ground in a coughing fit as a scientist sat idle studying biological warfare. In a laughing craze Mennonite pilgrims would dance with Indians only to notice something strange hanging from a tree in the nearby woods. Standing on Mount Rushmore there were so many different angles to the story and after a while there were only so many people allowed in. In a raging rant, a child screamed as a young boy played his version of a national anthem and a book from history revealed so many stories told from so many angles. Wars, wars and more wars. The PARTY never stopped. In a room filled with presidents and assassins stood a cake with 250 candles. The PARTY lasted for 250 years then a new world blew out the candles. For they kept wishing and were never satisfied, they only saw what they wanted to see and as the wings from an eagle blocked the sun a dead snake fell to the ground. The war was over, everyone went back home and the PARTY souvenirs went with them. Waking up the next morning from a hangover they heard a small voice ask them, “What was the point?”

The PARTY that lasted 250 years.

Happy Father’s Day

 I just made it out of the storm, I’m still alive.

“What do men do in times of the storm?” I ask God.

“What do men do in good times?”

“Where do we go when we’ve lost our way?”

“Whom do we talk to when we’re left for dead or have to be brave enough to face the beast alone?”

“Where do I put my dirty bowl and spoon when I have no wife?”

I just tripped over my toolbox.

“Where do I go when I need direction?”

“Where do I go when I need a word?”

“Where do I go to learn a lesson?”

“Where do I go when the world is caving in and I don’t have the strength to save it?”

“Where do I go to make the world better?”

I go to the Father.