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 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
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.
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
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.
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
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
