Sunrise

 It was a difficult time getting through the hostage camp.

Somehow, someway, I made it to see the sunrise the next day.

I must be here for a reason because I don’t know too many people who could have made it this far. 

Running as fast as I could, I jumped out of a burning car, somehow, I dodged the storm of fireballs launched at me from enemy weapons. 

I could hear ocean water in the distance while onlookers noticed the car that I stole burning.

Far beyond the waters I noticed a dark orange and red sky.

Falling to my knees in the wet cold sand I rejoiced.

Overwhelmed with joy—I made it to another day.

Noticing rescue boats in the distance, I began to waive my hands.

Somehow I escaped the hostage camp.

Somehow I was able to get my S.O.S. signal through on an abandoned radio when I ran barefoot to the now burning car that I stole when I escaped.

I had to fight for my life to get to safety.

What were the odds that allied forces were floating out at sea near by?

Rushing to get into the boat, now calm and safe, I informed the crew where the hostage camp was. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, I laid idle while watching the sunrise.

I made it out alive.

Sunrise

Whoredom

She, it, he and what?

My thoughts, my mind, my body, my life, my offspring and my will to do what is right.

Science, religion, physics, alchemy, tricknology and even Math.

Sexually transmitted diseases, circumcision, transsexual, homosexual, heterosexual, preventative reproduction, and the defiled.

Zeus, God, Jesus, Satan, Horus, Set, and other names that people kill for and debate about.

Atheist, agnostics, Monotheists, ignorance, dear lord or whoever made the universe.

Is she sent to blind me?

Is she sent to allure my thoughts away from critical solutions?

Is she a serpent of evil?

Is she the caretaker to free my enchanted flesh?

Is she the taker of souls?

Is she the beginning of wars?

Does she possess untapped power?

Every human must come out of her, even me.

If the law is pure and nothing is perfect, will I be judged?

What is whoredom and why does it encapsulate our natural urges?

Is it a beast untamed?

Is it a fantasy to die for?

Is it the killer of kings?

In divine thoughts, does it destroy divinity?

In a room filled with virgins, who is my enemy?

In a perfect village, who is the whore going from house to house bringing families to their knees.

In biblical stories, who causes civic minded thinkers to stone or judge daughters of Lilith? 

In deep conviction, I too have been captivated by her power.

Entangled in her web of confusion.

Enthused by images of a stable life of marriage with beautiful children.

Growing older and wiser I’ve learned from my biggest failures as a man.

I’ve learned to call a spade a spade and a whore a whore.

Dear lord, my truths do not need to be tattooed on my flesh to comprehend what burns deep in my thoughts.

I know what she is capable of doing.

I have seen towers fall and virgins with whips.

I have seen kingdoms cave in and wives turning to weapons to seek justice from the whore. 

I myself pray every night for my mind, body, and spirit to stay clear of the torment and entrapment of whoredom.

If God speaks through the minds of wise men, then I have seen the light.

I too have witnessed the transformation of pure souls falling deep into what seems like an endless pit.

Free me of the curse of growing old and wise.

Free me from the wrath of whoredom.

If my third eye has given me the illusion of a green eyed woman with beauty to die for, help me live lord. Help me resist that which may grab my second man and  steal my soul from perfect love.

In the end I ask, am I human, or am I a victim of a lustful entrapment?

Whoredom is not a symptom of stability, but a consistent lesson of consequences.

Amen, Amon, &Amun

Whoredom

I Understand

Once upon a time I found myself mystified by the horrors of the world. Trained to be a soldier as I grew older I found the little boy that I once was fading away. I had to grow up and accept the fact that there is a part of life hidden and once I comprehended these truths my mind became clear. I wrote this piece after watching a documentary about a soldier who I assume was battling with some very serious mental issues, but did not know where to go for help. Later on in the video she killed her daughter. I wrote this piece not because I felt she was innocent, but I wrote it for those people who are mentally ill. Having this experience myself at one point in my life it actually made me a better person. It humbled me to understand that the science of fear can rewire the brain. I am numb to the problems of the world but I wrote this piece to say I understand. I have come to learn to think for myself and to wake up everyday grateful that I have something to do, learn, and teach. I have learned that no one is perfect and we all play the fool sometimes so here’s a poem:

In darkness we cannot see but we can feel.

I understand what it’s like to be blind.

When looking at the sun I cannot see but I can feel.

I say again, I understand what it’s like to be blind.

In a car with loud music my eardrums vibrate and I cannot hear a thing.

I understand what it’s like to be deaf.

On a busy street after my car just ran out of gas and I have no money to get it fixed I begin begging for help.

I now understand.

Watching the news I see people suffering from the woes of war, I take the time to listen to the survivors problems, they’re angry, frustrated, and many of them have no where to go.

Begging for help I now understand.

I’ve come to learn why we’re here. I’ve come to understand why we do the things we do, say the things we say and feel the way we do.

I now understand.

Why out of all of God’s creation do humans feel emotions? Why do we think? Why do we feel? If we’re made by something or someone, why?

The questions are complex, but after watching a child teach me a valuable lesson, I’ve come to learn that some things are just out of our control. I now understand.

Life is a jungle that we all get lost in, it’s a street with many lanes, and a sky with many colors. It’s a world filled with both beautiful and ugly things and one person’s trash is another person’s treasure.

My war may be someone else’s story to tell and my death may bring others back to life. We’re all in one big sphere of life, some people are in 2D and some are in 3D. Some people see in black and white and some see color. In a free society some turn to religion and some turn to constructive thinking.

Even if you’ve never met me, it may not seem like it at times, but I understand, no need to fight, no need to get upset…

I understand.

The Good Friends

Peter the bird found himself grounded in someone’s yard.

“Hey, Howard, is that Peter down there?” Peter’s friend Mellisa asked as her and Howard took to the sky.

“It sure is Peter,” Howard replied.

The two birds swooped down to see why Peter was not flying in the sky on a good day.

“Peter, why are you grounded, don’t you know that this house has a cat?” Mellisa said.

Peter pointed his beak at his bad wing.

“It’s my wing Mellisa, it hurts. Thanks for checking on me.”

“That’s what friends are for Peter,” Howard explained as he and Melissa took ahold of Peter and flew him to his nest.

“Stay here Peter until you feel better. We’ll both check on you and drop you a worm until you’re back in the sky,” Mellissa said watching Peter get comfortable in his nest.

Filled with relief, Peter couldn’t help but thank his friends while dwelling on how helpless he was in a stranger’s yard. He could have been a cat’s lunch. Sometimes in life we forget the importance of friendship. In Peter’s case friendship saved his life. Sometimes that’s all it takes to get people back on the right path. When Peter got better he never forgot the friends who took the time to help him and it made the friendship even stronger.

The Good Friends

The Black Jesus

As a child I watched your people sell you into slavery.

Your God abandoned you and left you to fight for yourself.

Or did he?

I then watched as drugs and corrupted riches infected your entire bloodline, communities, jungles, and inheritance.

Who dare split you into colonialism feasting off of your rich lands?

You’ve never been called by your real name.

Left alone as your parents got drunk in late night clubs as you were left tormented alone in a room.

Left alone constantly looked upon as evil.

Never good enough, burned, hung with no hero only a song naked in a field of cotton.

Mixed up from birth as rats and vengeful animals and insects swarm around your poor household.

Left to hate, be bitter and alone.

A heathen, an infidel, a negro with no knowledge of self or love.

Read you dummy. 

Read and stick together, don’t die like me, alone on a cross.

Aborted and left for dead.

There is more to this story as you fellowship in the jungles of the world killing and betraying each other daily.

Judah, is a lion that never dies, he only gets stronger because his rage gives him enough strength to never look back.

He sits alone in the jungle knowing that without him nothing exist.

Wheezing and breathing hard after fighting the eternal fight he roars to the mountains and dies a thousand times only to keep rising.

He finds peace around all colors, he finds a home scattered in all lands.

The Black Jesus

Dive in!

What color is the water?

From space, on Earth day, you would probably say blue.

Did you know that there are a lot of people who are afraid of the water.

To dive in is a fear that many of us have.

Truly friend, the world is one big ocean.

People fleeing their country often drown in the ocean attempting to discover a new home.

It’s massive, the world is big.

Craving air, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have to leave my comfort zone.

I heard of a man complaining about dirty water, but honestly, what is clean?

I jump off of the platform.

The Earth is a sphere that makes things up from the same stuff everyday and it’s impossible for me to discover it all so to see some of it,  I dive in!

It can get a little crazy on Earth 🌍 day so just dive in!

Don’t be afraid.

Explore

Dive in!

The Sunset

The hardest part was letting go.

After cleaning and draining out the entire swamp I stood on top of a mountain alone waiting for God to tell me what to do next.

While waiting, I stood still while watching the sunset.

In the end I had to comprehend that I did nothing wrong. I was just addicted to righteousness.

God made me do it.

The Sunset