The Midnight Moon

In the darkness of night the angel of love made a promise to the King, if his heart were to feel the purity of love, then the bombs would be out of the scene.

Seeing that the King had til midnight, he took a look at his people and true love was their only hope to make them a sequel. The magic and the wonderful essence of its strength was the only weapon that could save the world.

As the ruler of the bear continent threatened to drop the bomb, good men stood on guard to protect their families. 

Looking to the midnight sky the King had to break the curse, if God were to cure his kingdom, then he had to feel love first.

As the raging bear King took up arms, the King only had til midnight to receive a kiss, but sadly there were no women on his list.

“Where is she? You don’t have much time,” the angel said, so the king stood tall and raised his hand. “There is only one woman, but she lives in a hut, and I know I love her because I feel it in my gut.”

“Then go to her,” the angel said, “If she gives you her heart, then I will do my part, I will tell the Bear King to stop the war, and nuclear weapons will be no more.”

The King ran to little May’s hut to give her his heart only to find her in a field fixing her cart.

“I love you May, I always have, if you take my hand we can lead a brand new world. A world of peace, heaven on earth, please say yes so we can break the curse.” 

Standing under the midnight moon she took his hand and shook her head “Yes!” then the Angel of love spread her hands across the sky for no nuclear weapon ever again possessed the ability to fly.

A smiling King filled with true love makes the world stronger and the force of hate conquered by love helps us all live longer.

As the King stood under the midnight moon with his true love this gave the world enough hope and a feeling of belief. For a heart filled with love can conquer all grief.

The raging bear King was stopped by the angel of love and in the distance flew a magical dove. 

At the sight of the dove flying at night, the world stopped fighting and there was no more dying. As the King kissed his bride under the midnight moon the nuclear curse was broken and peace spread soon. A world filled with love took off with a boom and hate was swept away like a broom.

The Midnight Moon

Moon Dust

They flew in spaceships, at least that’s what we saw from earth.

When they arrived there was no air and the brightness of the sun could be seen in the distance.

Humans on the moon.

No!

How do you put humans on the moon?

To believe it, people started snorting moon dust.

They began to glow like neon lights in the night.

Standing in the middle of dark space they soon realized that there was no middle, just darkness and too much to soak in.

They soon realized that the flesh could only go so far but the spirit could float through space.

The spirit could see far beyond.

Not satisfied with earth, they began to snort moon dust to elevate their minds.

The more they snorted, the higher their minds were to the depths of space, some so high that they never returned back to earth.

While the astronauts calculated, these humans cheated by snorted the moon dust already provided by the sun.

The dust gave them the ability to fly.

Moon Dust

Day & Night

Let’s have a conversation for a second because there is what we call the day and what we call the night. As a teen I was not invited to the VIP section. Beautiful women whom me and all of the little somewhat good boys dreamed of being with were in the VIP section. They were ushered into the higher circles for mating season. The reality is that the so called good boys were not invited and in reality we got the left overs. The tears, the forgotten children, and the scars of wearing black in the shadows so walk with me in this piece. The so called good boys saw the naked pictures, the soft and hard porn while we dreamed at night of having good wives. We were not accepted, but that is not what this piece is about so stay with me, don’t leave me alone again please. Numb and digesting the preacher’s heavenly message the so called good boys saw them on the VIP list also while we so called good little boys were sent to hell suffering in a small room alone studying for the test fantasizing about sexual screams that we yearned for in the night. There’s drugs and alcohol at these VIP parties. As I walk through hell, yes, I see dead presidents having sex with little black innocent slaves, I see rich entertainers moon and sea walking across the ocean of fire, but in this I see a part of all of us, I see priest with innocent little children trying to grab my robe to save them from burning in the lake of fire. As I ride my black horse my wings span across the world, so who am I? I’m a sinner that will not throw stones because in a way I wanted to be just like them, but I couldn’t stomach the guilt and the memories of taking souls. The jealousy and the envy of the common man to kill for his common desires to be accepted, but most of all to be loved. This piece is dedicated to all of the women that have been in my life with unsettled spirits, in the end I got what I asked for, and that is to be alone with God. As I walk through hell and the valley of death reborn in the middle world only to sleep in the night and awake in the day trying to excel to a higher realm I leave my sins to be washed away by my brother the Christ. He walks with me, he talks with me, and he is showing me the way home. It’s like day and night, I pray that what they see in him they see in me because when the sun shines the birds sing and at night the freaks come out of all of us.

Day & Night

If God gave us the power to think and be like the Gods before us, then let us lead our brothers and sisters to the promised land.

In the day we awake and in the night we dream, so follow me, it’s like 

Day & Night.

The Autumn Sun

 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 American 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

The Lonely 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.

The Purple 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