Cattle are led by a robust Bull. Weak of mind are destin to be controlled by a narrcistic minority. Wars and hatefilled leaders were prevelant throughout history. When will the masses realize they are free spirits unto themselves. Following false prophets for religions sake is catastrophic to one’s soul, Now awaking of the spirit and love to grasp the resposiblilities of life. Not to destroy , but to guide the fallen and raise up the meak and weak minded.To cultivate the strenght that is within all of us and to unite. Its time to quit being the sheep of society.

Waking after a twelve-hour slumber, dragging out of bed, you meander to the bathroom. The face in the mirror is not you. Beginning to speculate if this is even your body. Mind begins to race as to what happened or what was happening. You scream to deaf ears. You try to make noise, yet no sound is made. Confused and bewildered you walk to the window and look out. Out the window there is nothing but a gray nothingness.

First Kiss

Being at the tender and naïve age of 12, I experience a tonsillectomy of what my fist kiss experience was. She was 15 and rumor had it she would kiss anyone. So, to get my experience of a first kiss I was in hot pursuit. She lived a block away from me and I had seen her numerous occasions. One day when my courage was at its paramount level, I ventured to her house for the opportunity to be kissed. I knocked on her door and she answered. We made small talk and she said that she always found me cute. I must have turned many shades of red because she began to giggle. Hesitantly I asked her if she could teach me to kiss. She was responded favorably. This got me excited. We retreated to the back of her carport partially hidden by cars where there was a restricted view from the street. Not knowing what to do I just stood there. She then edged in closer to me and put her arms around my waist. I reciprocated. As our faces drew closer I saw her mouth open to reveal what I thought to be a lizard tongue. Already committed I closed in to touch her lips. Her mouth was so wide she consumed my lips and what ensued was a slobber fest. I tried to move my tongue out however it was encased by her mouth. This lasted for what seemed forever. When she finally backed away my mouth was encased in drool. Freaking out that this was a kiss I gave my thank's and left wiping my mouth frantically. Needless to say, my next kiss came many years later. I will never forget the first time. I was confused and lost in holy hell of the waterworks. An experience that I shall never forget.

As I fly in the sky, I see the clouds.

And below is the ground.

Peaceful and bliss with no cares in the clouds.

But, help me, help me back to the ground.

The ground is where I’ll be found.

So, help me stay to the ground.

I do not want to fly so high.

But it’s in the sky where I want to be.

So, help me back to the ground where I can be me.

The clouds tempt me every day.

It’s the ground where I must stay.

So, please, please help me for this I pray.

In the hospital my wife gave birth to what looked like a lizard.

Once peering upon this gooey mass, the love, I felt straight to my gizzard.

As the child was crying out on his first moments of life

I found a new respect for my wife.

To see the beginning of creation and the innocence.

Gave me a whole new purpose and sense.

Fragile and dependent the child was.

And at that moment I vowed he would be my cause.

I’m so grateful to God and to all that is good.

That’s the way humans are apt to see it and should.

The day my son was born I will carry to the grave.

The miracle, the beauty. the innocence and the child so brave.

No more shall I think of selfish things.

For the experience and lessons of what my child brings.

I love this child till eternity no matter what road he takes.

For this child has kept me forever awake.

Why Am I Here?

As the clock ticks slowly to 2 am I find myself sitting alone at a bar stool contemplating what brought me to this point in life. I had always questioned my sexual orientation, yet here I was in a queer bar to see if anyone would find me desirable. I saw many personalities, some feminine and some butch. Having not experiencing such mannerisms I was lost. The bartended was agreeable enough. He had never seen me before. You could see the curiosity in his eyes as he served me my beer. Just when I was dejected and ready to leave a well-dressed man sat next to me. He said, “Why are you here so late? You seemed lost.”

Taken by surprise, I responded, “I’m on a journey of self-discovery and to my dismay I feel I failed miserably."

“My name is Robert. Usually when people are here so late, they are desperate to hook up. That’s why I’m here. Are you a top or bottom?”

Confused, “Top or bottom? I’m afraid those terms allude me.”

“Basically, it means do you like to take it or get it.”

“Oh! Well I haven’t gotten that far. I’m afraid I can’t answer such a question. I would like to thank you for sitting with me and talking. You see I have never experienced anything with the same sex.”

“So, you’re a virgin. That’s hot. I would love to be your first.”

Looking closer at Robert, he was an attractive man around 30 years of age and was here late as well as myself. He admitted desperation led people to be so late at the bar. My mind was racing. Not knowing how to continue with this awkward conversation I just said, “You were so kind to talk to me and I thank you. I feel that perhaps because of the hour I should leave.”

“I don’t know why? Maybe we could just go to my place and rectify your virginity.”

Now feeling pursued I decided this had been enough exploration for me. Trying not to be rude I proceeded to get up from my chair and exit. I told him, “Thanks for the offer, but as you said its late and to just have a casual situation, I feel would not be productive. Again, thanks for the conversation. Got to go.”

Robert got up to and said, “Well your nothing more than a prick tease.”

After that comment I scurried to the door and departed.

Robert turned to the bartender, “I really wish yall wouldn’t let in those idiots that don’t know what they want.”

Bartender turned to Robert and said, “You ever thought it could be you.”

The Big One

As I walked up to the fishing hole with ice chest in tow.

I knew fishing for the big one would be slow

Getting ready and popping number one beer top.

Casting the line in with a resounding flop.

I was now ready for the unsuspecting fish to chomp my hook.

Time dragged and beer two I took.

Feeling the bait was gone I reeled in, however, was intact.

Feeling dejected was present that’s a fact.

Popping a top on number three.

I was ready to cast again yet I landed in a tree.

Frustration began to enter my adventure.

Yet I reeled in again to catch that waiting fish.

Popping top number four I waited for my wish.

And suddenly there was a pull on the line by a fish.

Dropping popped top number five I reeled and reeled to bring ashore this prize catch.

The fight was immense, wasn’t sure I’d be able to fetch.

The fight lasted three minutes and was hard fought.

Just to have the results for naught.

What I pulled ashore was a turtle who was not to happy.

Popping top number six put to the mind.

That releasing the turtle and relaxing was right to do and kind.

I then reflected the hell with fishing and popped number seven.

Sat there relaxing and pondered heaven.

For I sat in God's given beauty of creation,,

Which only added to my elation.

My Refuge

As the night was soon coming to an end and the sun only hours to make its debut, I decided one last Tavern to venture to drown my sorrows of mine own creation. The double doors were well worn from many weary travelers entering the same sad end. Once the doors open the bar was dimly lit with perhaps six customers slumped over their drinks at the bar. The bar was old and wooden with bartender sitting on the chair behind the bar. He looked to have the energy of a sloth. Only one head turned to look at me as I entered. Even that look was one of despair. I question my self why I even enter a place like this but persevered to a bar stool. The bartender slowly got up to ask what I was having? My mind raced as to what the perfect concoction would do the trick for my depression. Finally, I said whisky straight up. As I sipped on my drink thinking of what had all transpire that day in my life, I began to drink more and asked for another. You see I was a successful writer on one book only. All subsequent endeavors were failures. All the rejections had taken their toll on my soul. I began to look at the other patrons and they all look to have been rejected in some way or another. One patron fascinated me the most. He was dressed a little better from the rest. Meaning less wrinkles and not unbathed. He was next to me, so I asked him, “What brings you here at this hour?”

He turned his slowly and responded, “What brings you here at this fucking hour.”

Fair question so I responded, “Failure.”

This stranger turned slowly from his drink and looked at me through his blood shot eyes and said, “You are only a failure if you see and feel you’re a failure. Personally, I’m just a drunk and liked to be left alone to my drink and eventual end. I pray you will honor my wishes and shut up.”

I accepted his comment and remained quit. But then I thought about the few words he said. I again looked at my surroundings and questioned myself. Was I really such a failure? Had I just truly given up? Was my life over? Why did come here...? Was it just self-pity? I downed my drink and gave a generous tip to the bartender and proceeded to exit the bar. But before I got to the door a voice yelled out from the man I talked to, “Where the fuck is you going. Was it something I said?”

I took a long hard look at the man and said, “No. It was a culmination of the realization of defeatism and hope of something better.”

The man at the bar just turned to his drink and mumbled, “He won’t make it.”

Mass Confusion

A therapy session

Patient: “Doctor I do not why I’m sitting on this couch other than I am scared for my country. My anxiety is at a all time high. I hear dissention Globally about our so-called President and it gives me pause. The fact he cannot tell the truth at any given moment makes me wonder if he is mentally fit to lead our country. I can’t sleep at night for fear what he will do next. His narcissistic behavior makes me hurl and unable to keep food down. I just want our country to be what it was before, respected. Am I going crazy?”

Doctor: “Well, you have brought up several different points. I’m not sure how to help you. It’s true this President is stupid. It is also true he cares for nothing but himself. However, he is there in the hollowed office by misguided intentions for change. You know its proven that we never miss what we had till its gone. I must say to you there is a light. The reality is he will not get re-elected. This should give some sort of solace.”

Patient “It doesn’t. It is what he is trying to do now that worries me the most. This has been the most divisive and toxic President in the history of our country. And to thinks he will be there one day longer giving me great anxiety.”

Doctor: “You are not alone. There are millions in your boots. One must fight in their own way. Like getting out the vote, contacting your representative and working for a candidate that shares your beliefs. One cannot lay idle when our free world leader is a pre-pubescent in mental capacity. He also respects nothing other than himself. I can only say is to get involved with the system to create change and pray to your God for strength and understanding and hope for change.”

Patient: "How much do I owe you?”

Doctor: "Nothing. I to have your concerns. And I to desire change. This child who inherits the office has kept me quite busy. Maybe, just maybe he will grow up. But, I’m so afraid it’s too late.”

What is ISIS?

Why is there an ISIS?

What God, Jehovah, Allah or Prophet would want its followers to discard human decency and love for its sake?

To kill randomly.

To dismember bodies.

To take the most precious thing a human can have, their life.

To manipulate the masses with promises of a concocted man-made heaven.

To strap on bombs of their youth to further their perverted goals.

To say they do their action for a higher goal.

What goal?

The goal of their own sick and twisted needs of chaos.

To pervert other noble religions and beliefs?

I believe the ends do not justify the means.

Why?

To take a human and end their existence is not the right of any individual.

Education is sacred.

To keep your masses down without the promise of a higher learning is tantamount to declaring yourself as a God on earth.

Why?

Leader’s among the world have called ISIS evil.

Indeed, evil is there, however, I call them ALIEN.

ALIEN stands for all love Is exhibited, nowhere.

Alien because these people are alien to love.

Alien to compassion.

Alien to the love of GOD, Jehovah, Allah and the Prophets.

Alien to the sanctity of human life.

Alien to the new born.

Alien to the past. Hence the destruction of ancient cultures which were more civilized than them.

Alien to tender first step of a child.

I shed no tears for ISIS.

I shed my tears for the followers.

Why?