The Irish Friend

She told me her battle with the enemy called cancer.

She told me that her life was filled with misfortune.

I told her to believe in a power greater than this world.

She smiled at me, got married and fought the good fight.

The cancer came back and she fought again.

I saw fear in this little delicate Irish friend’s eyes.

Realizing how precious life was she’d learned to appreciate the little things.

She took a picture in a field of sunflowers.

She was my Irish friend. 

We talked about simple things, and a life away from work.

Walking and spending time with our families.

We talked about letting go of the fast paced world and living simple lives in our native lands.

She was my Irish friend.

I hope she wins her battle with cancer as I do everyone trying to overcome and live more life.

Good luck I say to all of you and my Irish friend.

Good luck 🍀 

Anarchy

Some may ask, “Sir, what do you believe? What hidden hatred do you have in your heart? Can you let the past go? What do you fear the most?”

As a child raised in poverty, my civics teacher introduced me to democracy and the many different forms of world government. I got an “A” in his class, but something odd transpired shortly after. I got a taste of anarchy, no law, no form of government, but every man for himself. It started with a short walk from a fast foot restaurant while drinking a milkshake, and a conversation with some assumed to be old friends. I was a kind child, a peacemaker, but, sadly, I had to learn a valuable lesson at a very early age. A kid twice my size, who, I assumed was my friend nearly beat me to death because I put my guard down. While brutally getting kicked in the head, knocked out, I came back to life and jumped to my feet eager to fight. My eye was swollen shut, and the crowd around me laughed and I’d been basically back stabbed and left for dead. My civics lesson on anarchy began to unfold. Bloody, and tired with a half shut eye, I heard a group of grown men laughing and shouting at me because I kicked the milkshake that fell out of my hand after being attacked down the street. No one did anything, no one called the cops, no one asked if I were okay; while limping and upset, I heard an old friend continue the fight with the big kid around the corner as I walked home to get treatment for my head injury. This particular moment had to be one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. The madness did not end there, the kid, outrageously out of my weight class even came to my house to finish me off and I’d done nothing to conjure up this anger. His rage to end my life came from somewhere, and sadly, I didn’t even really know why, but he wanted to kill me. This was my childhood, never seeing much mercy. It was anarchy just about everyday and even though I got an “A” in civics class my environment left me for dead. I soon grew to comprehend this form of system because it showed me another form of living. The concept may seem unrealistic, but it still exists in many parts of the world. No police, no government, every man for himself, dying, while fighting for territory and rule. Everyday, crawling out of a dirty hole proving that only the strong survive in anarchy and justice is served with the fist. I learned my lesson in class, hands on, and now always up on guard, never knowing who’s plotting on my meal.

Anarchy 

Numb

The body grows cold, stiff, and the nerves simply fade.

While arguing a point, the voice raises, leaving the body physically and mentally drained. In the heat of the argument the heart slows down and one half of the body goes numb while depriving the brain of oxygen, a stroke results.

In the midst of being punched multiple times in the frontal portion of the head, first the legs go weak, then, BOOM! Lights out, complete darkness.

Sadly, in a life filled with hate and unfortunate results a poor soul hangs from a noose, at first you can feel the rope around your neck, then you begin to shake, and while trembling everything fades to black and, “yes,” the rope leaves a mark around the flesh that’s left dangling.

Tormented, tortured, burned, and whipped at the order of a brutal dictator can leave the body so deprived of pleasure that it goes numb of feelings and the flesh is left behind with no spirit, just proof that the world needs mercy.

Studying so hard only to dream of passing a test while the brain plays the repulsive repetition the night before over and over again until the thoughts go numb.

The miles that a person swims may look easy, but that’s not the case. Even a seasoned diver will tell you that there’s only so far the body can go underwater. The pressure and the amount of time underwater stroking and pushing before the lungs need to go up for air is like a hungry soul searching for food. Dizziness soon occurs, then, POP! Complete collapse under water.

The top of the mountain is high, the altitude is like hearing the ears popping mid flight. The climb is the biggest challenge. It’s like dangling in the depths of space freezing with no air and driving in circles at the speed of sound often pushing the brain slightly to the back of the skull causing a concussion. At the max speed and distance, the body goes numb.

Taking a massive hit in football is the equivalent of being hit by a car. Two bodies running at full speed, then, BAM! Two ram built men fall flat to the ground, lifeless, waiting for their soul to comeback down to earth.

Running out in the hot and cold weather for the greater good of the public and for God and country can leave the body pushed to the max. The freezing cold and the blistering heat can leave the skin numb and the flesh simmering. 

Standing fifty feet on top of a sinking ship left to dive into the freezing water in a split second while treading water in the Pacific Ocean is a thought that will bring anyone to their knees. Compassion is a fortune developed from witnessing suffering.

Jogging through the desert, singing cadence only to take a bullet to the cranium from a sniper, splitting the parietal area bursting through the brain leaving the nerves of the spine with no stimulation and the body numb.

Not too many people are willing to push the body to the max, collapsing in a filled arena while the max bet is reached. All of this just to feel the thrill of a win and all that’s left is a lifeless numb body free of trouble while the world moves on arguing about greatness. 

Dear lord, help me face my fear, even if it kills me, at least I didn’t go down without a fight.

Numb.

My Radio is my girlfriend

It talks to me when I’m lonely and I listen.

When my psychologist ask me if I ever feel like the radio is talking directly to me, I say, “Yes!”

I’m missing something without it.

My radio is my girlfriend, we don’t argue or fight, and when there is something on that I don’t like, I just turn the knob.

A customer came to do business one day.

He turned off my radio.

I gave him an odd look and said, “Fool, have you lost your mind? Do I go to your establishment and touch things that don’t belong to me? Touching my radio is like smacking my mother, don’t do it or we will be enemies!”

I then got up to turn my radio back on and proceeded with business.

I nearly lost my mind witnessing another man touch my woman without consent.

I had to put up a sign letting the next man in line know that,

“My radio is my girlfriend, she’s all that I have left, and only I can touch her.”

My radio is my girlfriend.

33 degrees of chaos

I sat in the crowd and watched.

Gena told me they wanted to be like him, the man who controlled everything.

All of them jumping off of their mountain of power.

I sat in the crowd and watched.

Horns dripping with black tar while they all danced around their pray drinking blue blood.

Johnny told me they’d been watching our every move.

I sat in the crowd and watched.

In the distance, I noticed a doctor handing out pain pills.

Green and blue haired dolls hanging on walls in rooms filled with weed smoke just to feel a breeze.

Suzan told me that the founders had sex with their slaves.

I sat in the crowd and watched.

Dangling from the ceiling, I noticed a black woman with blond hair with very good dialect reporting about the chaos.

Then I heard a drunk man screaming help me Lord.

Lisa told me to feed the machine because the casino owners don’t like it when you don’t play the games.

I sat in the crowd and watched.

Standing on top of a White House I noticed fireflies blinding pilots, they landed the plane on its side.

Sparks of nuclear fusion in executives drinks for diplomacy.

Nate told me that it’s the overload that trips the breaker.

I sat in the crowd and watched.

Cry Emit, mommy’s gone, pray David, the sky is falling. That rap beef is for you to eat.

Stretching my thoughts I saw 33 levels.

They reached in the crowd and asked us to climb.

Noticing everyone drowning in black tar around me I began to spin at a 360 degree angle noticing rockstars.

Dizzy, I pretended to be drunk and merry while everyone else kept partying in the chaos.

Limping and feeling lightheaded from spinning, my vision was not clear. 

My friend Moses felt obligated to save me.

That’s when I noticed a half naked woman dancing on a golden calf.

Tripping over someone, reaching for a higher level, I saw a white man and a black man with red hats on that read “up to MAGA Mania” and down to “LIBERAL  utopia” while washing the feet of a goat.

Dripping in chaos, I was no longer in the crowd because the action soon came down to my level.

Before I entered the madness, a poor man tried to sell me a food stamp card. Did he know something that I didn’t? Did the golf cart have a flat tire?

Realizing that I spent my last dime to get in the party, I noticed high ranking officials hiding under the White House, in the distance, while a very wealthy man put his stamp on everyone’s money just to figure out a treasury secret, I couldn’t help but notice an elephant hugging a polar bear while eating the flesh of a donkey.

All the while, he fed the electric machine on wheels as the builder’s son continued to entertain the crowd feasting off of their egos. 

Falling to the ground, I realized that I’d hit my head. I could hear pastors in the distance preaching the gospel of sheep’s and shepherds as I stood alone dressed in black.

Realizing that I could not move, I’d become a victim, knocked out, dreaming of rainbows.

After the chaos was over, I woke up in a hospital only to receive a medical bill that I couldn’t afford because I burned the tree of knowledge and was banned from the garden in an attempt to afford the healthcare.

Everyone thought I’d died in a world hanging flags upside down.

At that moment, I learned my lesson, and my dream of a stress free life was actually a chaotic trap that I fell into over and over again. And there I laid with no clothing on dripping in crude oil and it’s many substances. 

I graduated from 33 degrees of chaos and ran in 360 degree circles while my friends drank the punch and ate the food while watching the shows on their handheld devices. In the end they were all diagnosed with fatal diseases and a few of them jumped off of Mt. Rushmore. The rest watched me get crucified for following the rules. None of us escaped because of our birthright contracts so actually we all played our part in the union game created by scholars who also thought they had the answers to the test that were all funded by the same Department of Education. In the end, our lawsuit ended in the same court that created the death penalty and there wasn’t enough money left for us to bailout the president who pardoned us.

33 degrees of chaos.

The King who fell in love with peace

She was calm.

When he looked her in the eyes he immediately fell to one knee for he saw what war did to his children and his people.

“They’re traumatized, drugged, and they have few limbs left. The land that we called home is no more,” these were the words he spoke to his new bride.

With wings the span of ten fields she took his ring. 

“Great King, I want you to travel West for God has a plan. No King has ever surrendered everything he has to me, but you have given it all. Your castles, your palaces, and your life. For that, I will make you the greatest King of all. My sisters and brothers have prepared a room for you to watch your enemies and because you fell in love with peace we want you to watch them choose war to prove who is greater. In the end because you chose peace, God will give you generations of wealth and abundance with the power to build. Great King, everything we touch will be blessed.” At that moment the King kissed his bride and they became one for his enemies blew each other up and fell victim to war’s wrath. None of them survived.

Standing with his bride watching on top of Mt. Olive, the King’s flesh then grew weary, but his spirit and soul grew stronger. God healed everything and as he rose with strength he saw great knowledge and streets of gold. He saw life with no end. He saw heaven on Earth.

All because he was the King that fell in love with Peace. 

Happy Heart ❤️ Day, put down your weapons and fall in love with peace.

Be Mine

Here’s a gift,

As we eat at the table til death do us part,

Here are some flowers straight from my heart.

There will be many assisting us on this life long journey, but in the end we might find ourselves alone.

Even in our ambitions, some friends may become enemies and intimate relationships will fail over and over again…

Sadly, a lot of faces that began with us will not be around in the end.

Our actions we do regret, our life long lessons that we must mend. Our successes that teach us that if we fail at love we can still be friends.

Lessons while we’re out searching for what we feel we need, when honestly it’s right at home, but we’re tested the most when we’re freed.

On our quest for love, while standing in the mirror, walking through this journey called life, we learn that loneliness is a monster that even we too must fight.

We can conquer the world, but deep inside even that is never enough for it teaches us that the road to love is tough.

Be mine, and we can grow together in a world of trouble falling down like rain from the sky. Please take my offer, don’t be shy. We can rekindle the fire, handing out love tokens in our promise to stay together and never be alone.

When I’m down searching for love will you be the one to pick up the phone?

Be Mine