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!!!

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

- OPTIMISTIC -

Hold open our eyes - for what we see as being so clear is only meant to hind the truth from us.

But I say to you, hold open your eyes to what must be done; that being, you must learn the truth.

Carry with you the only hope you have, that being optimism.

Optimism is the key; this is the means to which we must travel, and on our journey, it is our optimism that will unlock the truth behind all closed doors.

Our eyes are not yet open, veiled by worldly goods and lies of a better way of life.

Yet I remain optimistic, I attempt to use my key to unlock all closed doors. Stay true to your path, for what lies within is deceit and mistrust.

There are those who would squander or even deplete this precious resource which is needed to find the truth, and it is for this very reason that I sleep each night with my optimistic key tucked beneath my pillow.

- Endless Future II -

My passion for you is as deep as the deepest ocean.
My love for you carries me over mountains and into
the terrain of your heart. Your light brightens every
dark hour I've ever had. You contain the seeds of life
that allows us to grow. We both water the flowers of
our friendship. We past nothing nor take anything for
granted. My one time, lifetime, everything, friend. I take
all that you supply and give all that I'm able. I put side
my fears with your help. I break down wall so that we
can see. With your help, I will always be free, never
alone as far I the human soul can see.

- Endless Future -

I will hear you! Time, over time, over time, over time, and again.
When my nights are your days and your days are my nights.
I will stand at the shores and hear you through turbulent seas.
Your voice will reach my conscious soul and unconscious mind.
I will awake standing at the gates of our friendship with hands
open, awaiting your arrival. For our timeless days has just begun.

The World We Wish

The world can be a crazy and mad place to live in. The world around us challenges even the strongest and most noble of warriors. Many with the best of intent have tried to change the world and their attempts have been met with opposition, criticism, and even anger. Men and Women alike have put their best foot forward to achieve a world of reason. Many visionaries have perished, but not before sowing the seeds of the next generation of visionaries.

These new children of the world are faced with even more adversity than their predecessors. Todays children are born into a world of greater greed, war, global domination, and opportunities that distract them from the truth. This new front in which todays youth are challenged carries a burden unlike that of their fathers, which is all the more reason to be on their guard. For the children of today, the same sword that they wield in battle would be their undoing.

It is unto the children of today--that the fate of our people, our world, hang in the balance. So, who will stand with you? Who will face the guillotine to save the world from itself? Who will melt the world in their hands and to mold it into a world we wish to live in?

What is in the words of a song?

I have been blown away today. I don't think I can fully express what I experienced. I was searching for some music on a LA public radio station; KCRW. I usually listen the the archived Aaron Byrd show. A few weeks ago, there was a song by the group Little Dragon. During my search I came across this song and its video, which literally made me cry! I don't know how to explain it, but if you watch the video, watch it alone with no distractions, preferably with head-phone on.