Life is a Dream!

I believed in this life and all those that will follow when this one is gone. I have lived many times over and over again, seeing each past life in the dreams of the now. We learn things about ourselves that we either come to love or hate. Many of these self-revelations are constructed from caring hearts or the woes of the defeated.

Life is odd and its as if we're on a never-ending journey to no where. This realization can be painful and even demoralizing if not put into perspective. For years I thought I traveled this world alone, only to realize yet again, that all isn't what I nor we think it is or will ever become! Life is stranger than we know and only its end will unravel its secretes - secretes which are dosed in bits of cryptic unconsciousness.

Choose a path! We are taught this idea from eyes open to eyes closed and either we grow to become good and noble or depraved and sad. I choose to believe I am good in heart, a beast of nature; passionate! But, which ever one you choose or allow yourself to become, just remember, your escape is only temporary, as you will no doubt revisit the now in the dreams of your next life.

A SAD DAY FOR J. HUDSON

TODAY IN CHICAGO... HUDSON'S MOTHER AND BROTHER WERE KILLED IN AN ATTACK. HUDSON'S NEPHEW IS MISSING AND BELIEVED THE MURDERER HAS THE LITTLE BOY. THE MURDERER IS THE BOYS FATHER THEY BELIEVE! HOW SAD!!!

Wishing On A Star

I love this song... Its from my childhood. Its one of the songs that make me smile and remember what life was like when I was 7 years old and the year my sister was born! I hope you enjoy it also.

What I Cannot See!

To the eyes of man go with them the hearts of others that they may control the fate of the world. It is in these times that we can only believe in that which we cannot see; we must have faith!

Faith is the spirit that surrounds us and is indeed true and everlasting. Man my build, heal, cure and comfort, but man cannot build, create, or conjure faith.

Faith resides within, and it is mans ability to believe -- that we develop our faith, and it is only then that our faith can be seen!

THE CALL

Today, August 5th. I cannot understand why my feelings are so diluted. I can remember a tear forming in my eyes. I could feel the frustrations of my isolation from my family; so far away but so near. There I was, just off from work and on my way home. My phone rang very soon after turning it back on; I answered.

My sister, which whom I haven't spoken with in nearly a year contacted me. You see this was an odd day. I worked that morning and the work day came and left as if not much effort was put into it. This day, as like a few days before, I turned off my mobile phone; not so much that I did not want to be reached, but more because it was nice to be unattached to the digital world.

My sister’s voice came across the phone, it was unfamiliar to me. I questioned the authenticity of her voice. "Who is this," I asked, in a firm yet uncompromising manner. "It is me, Bunny, your sister!" My sister... I thought. In a flash, I questioned why she would be calling me from the depths of the blue unknown. Blink! I was back to reality; "What can I do for you!" I uttered.

She did not take much time to responded, yet I could detect a moment of hesitation. It was if time had stopped and the moments that seconds had claimed to be their own were a lie… I know… I had just stolen one of those so very precious moments. I could hear her voice; her lips fixed themselves into the proper position to say... “Daddy is dead!”

After the first syllable fall from her lips, she let loose the words that our beloved father had died. I was jealous and angry that I could not go back in time and stop her from uttering those very painful, disturbing words. That sentence, the phrase that surely would kill me from the inside out and beyond, destroying the psyche of this fragile man.

My mouth laid open, my eyes red, my heart stopped, the sound of traffic became muffled then mute. My lips did not move, but some how words leaped from my tongue and spoke without asking. "What did you say," I asked! "I just wanted to tell you," my sister replied. "Would you like to speak to your cousin Shonda," she asked? Like that of lighting honed in on a target, I replied, "NO!"

IN MEMORY OF MY DAD - SAMUEL JOHNSON
1926 - 2008

MAD WORLD

This I feel from time to time. There are days when I throw my hands to the sky and in side I'm SCREAMING WTF!? I had often wonder if anyone understand me or was I just MAD! in a MAD WORLD!

This video by Gary Jules, sums up how I feel and it makes me cry because I feel lost and un-savable like the world around me! I'm sad, in pain, with a fever that never seems to go away. In side we, me, I burn, perdition's brick road clearly in view. So, who can you salvage from the darkness!?!? certainly not me!

Why Stereotype or be Superficial?

Stereotyping is a bad thing, being superficial is another bad thing, and if most people can avoid those two things, I believe we would be much better off.

Look at it this way, if we are not being either of those two things, that's being superficial or stereotyping each other we can get down to what is important, like deciding on where we are going to eat tonight, or what movie we are going to watch and best off all but not last is the great hug and comfort you get from having a good friend to share your time with.

In The Name Of!

I am surprised to see so many responses to what people have said here, this is most interesting to me considering the topics of which people here discuss.

What does it mean to make a statement that is profound? How does this change us as individuals? Do we believe if we say something that appears to be profound that it will change our thinking, or are we every bit as ignorant as we were when we started? How do we find the strength to protest what we believe is wrong, yet we fail to rise to a worthy challenge? Why is it that everyone else’s cause becomes our cause and only those who see themselves as virtuous attempt to aid those who are in a false sense of need?

We talk about God as if he/she was running water. We us God’s name to justify our actions, and we speak in Gods place as if we really have in inkling of what the Lord really wants from us. Did it every occur to anyone that maybe God wanted us to learn things for ourselves, that maybe God provided us with all the tools we would ever need to learn about him/her? It is so easy for us to speak on the behalf of the Almighty, reason being, we are afraid to speak for ourselves.

“The Lord said don’t do this, don’t do that, but to do this and to do that.” We speak with such certainty in Gods name and perform some of the most horrific acts in under the banner of righteousness; how can we? What powers have the Lord bestowed upon us that we, his/her/it’s children could ever comprehend what it is like to be omnipotent?

The question here isn’t who or what do you believe in, nor is it, what can God do for us, or help us with. The answer is, God gave us all strength, durability, heart, spirit, mind, and most importantly, choice. It is these things that are the greatest gift any one could ever ask for or want. Use what was given to us wisely, for it is not in our nature to naturally acknowledge our weakness, rather it is to deny them. Moreover, if we accept and learn from our weaknesses, it will make us invincible and that will be the greatest tool for good this world will ever see.

Our island

ATTENTION PEOPLE OF THE WORLD. THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING IN A WORLD THAT OFFERS ONLY GREED, ENVY, PAIN, SUFFERING, AND THE ILLUSION OF LOVE OR HAPPINESS.

PACK UP! WE CAN ALL LEAVE NOW. COME TO OUR ISLAND. BRING NO TV'S, RADIO'S BRING NO TECHNOLOGY. BRING YOUR INTELLECT, YOUR BOOKS, YOUR LOVE, YOUR CARE, YOUR OPEN MIND, AND YOUR HEART. WELCOME HOME

Close Your Eyes

I close my eyes. I cannot see. I put one foot out in front of the other. I can feel the ground beneath me. I can feel something inside of me. Its the feeling of fear, accompanied by excitement and the butterflies in my belly. Its the unknown, you see... No, you don't. But you could. Just close your eyes and walk down your hallway. Close your eyes and try to move and object from one place to another. I really enjoy the sight of no-sight. I love the feeling, the tingle of life that this exercise provides. I think I'm going to keep these feelings, bottle them up, and open them when ever I need that tingling sensation of life!

The Loop!

Now that you've gotten yourself out of bed, walked to the bath room, jumped out of the shower, dressed yourself for work. You had your super quick breakfast or none at all. You head to your 9 to 5, smoke break when you can, time to go, fought the traffic home. You zapped your microwave dinner and stressed over your bills. Now watching American media that lies to you. You watch the commercials that tell you are ugly or fat or stupid or have a small penis or inject this poison into your forehead it will remove winkles.

'NEW FLASH,' the microwave food you just ate has Ecoli. You freak, you try to write down the lot number the News caster announced. You call your physician that you can't afford, because your 9 to 5 doesn't cover Ecoli. You stress even more because now all the hard work that you put into your 9 to 5 seems like a waste, because now your going to die before you can spend it all. For a brief moment you forget about the Ecoli announcement and you ponder who will end up with your money.

Now you feel really sick, and the walls are closing in, and you can't seem to breathe. The lights seem a little darker, and the TV sounds a little less audible, and your stomach seems to bubble and churn. Your faith... Oh, your faith seems to be the only way out. So you pray and you pray and you pray, and you pass out~

You wake many hours later and its morning. You are on the floor where your meal is glued to your face and the acid from your belly leaves the soft flesh of your cheeks sensitive; tender. You don't feel so good, but you get up, go to the bath room, jumped out of the shower, dressed yourself for work, had your super quick breakfast or none at all, you head to your 9 to 5, and you start all over again!