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Journey With Me As I Write The Worlds Longest Poem

Life is but a moment. Smiling and dancing, crying and panicking. Wondering where to next? Will it finally be success or just another vex. Moments on top of hours. Hours on top of days with days on top of weeks, on top of months, on top of years, over decades, over centuries. Continuing moments of everything a person can feel. History repeats over and over… Spirits retreat or cause deceit.

Constantly besieged by choices of happiness or beliefs. We choose because of the complications of having both is too heavy a burden for our moments to defeat. The act of balancing becomes a task. The one who balances becomes an ask. Is it a mask? How does one think so fast? Stop telling me how to bask in a moment when life as we know it wears many motions, being vast.

With mutual respect please don’t tell me how to act. Don’t tell me how far to let my seat back. A question every man must ask is “who really has my back?” So many moments, so many questions binding humankind in thoughts but pausing at the thought to relax. How do I react to a smile or frown, hi or bye. Give or take. Love or leave. Grieving the need and needing to breathe.

To survive comes down to needing to relieve. Needing to release. Needing peace. Needing to eat and repeat. Hating and loving the instinct to need another human. Needing to love and be loved. Needing to hate and be hated. Needing another to be born. Needing another to be mourned. A moment. Ever changing chains and shame and somehow through the pain we find joy in a moment.

We must choose the moments to hold dear in our thoughts the choice is moments of pain or love. I choose the power of love bringing joy to any circumstance. When we all huddle in one room because we must but also love too. Making something out of nothing. Overjoyed by the simple things. Excited to tell the story of my latest adventures to my brother and cousins because they understood the me inside of me. A moment.

The next moment to remember is followed by sadness because moments change. Ever changing moments. Within memory lane are many moments, joy, smiles, feeling of being on top of the world, regret, sadness, pain… repeat. The best and the worse thing about a moment is they all end and begin. Moments transcend into friends and trends making history, moments lend.

With the eye of every beholder being pinched. The eyes see and the heart bends. The heart blinds even the wisest men and a new moment begins. Just another day of sin. Lying to ourselves, making our wrongs right by reminding ourselves ‘all that matters is a win’. Hoping that with time broken bones will mend or forget. All out of options we pretend. Trying to fake it until we make it to the moment in time we yearned for only to have our call answered and it begins again wanting more. Moments.

Changing but inescapable in life and death continuing are moments. It becomes the digging of the earth that never ends no matter the discoveries. We dig shovels through trees in desperation to achieve, telling ourselves, asking ourselves, what’s in it for me? We bleed and conceive taking and bringing life with the consideration of a single leaf.

After so many moments the hardest instinct in mankind’s fight is a selfish need. In overcoming we try and in the moments of unity we bring about world peace. The most inspiring moment indeed. This is the moment when we beat our own built-in beast. When we entwine. When we balance. When we ask? When we tap into untapped will in every man’s feet. When we finally remove rose colored lens, we meet the truth hidden in a gray speech. A moment we call deep.

We learn, teach, reach, and repeat. To be quiet is 2 in 1 working together or separate. The silence is either our strengths or what makes us weak. Every moment being both good and evil due to the needs of evil. When the ink dries it is the things we lust of in which we believe.

In our moments to read in the truth we don’t take heed. Deep down what is believed is greed. Not only the lust of another’s being but every evil is a bottomless pit that must feed. In this moment this thought I must release in an effort to increase a moment of peace in my pen I look to the sky and down to the grass to grip a moment of ease.

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July 31, 2025
At Times Miscommunication

As citizens of the United States something tells me that we are on the right path. We are learning to look past small differences about one another and seeing the bigger picture. We are actually trying. It is a journey I understand all too well, especially when there is so much deep history, some good but more bad. Although the good has always outweighed the bad.

Personally, I grew up hearing and seeing so many things that I had to learn to look at every situation with a fresh set of eyes. I understand the saying ‘All Lives Matter’ and I also understand how and why it angered some African Americans. Me being one of them. It is not the saying of ‘All Lives Matter’ that was the problem. The problem was it was used to counter ‘Black Lives Matter’. That is the reason why every situation has to be looked at in full.

While the constitution is written in black and white, when it comes to the matter of respecting one another the answer is and could never be black and white. It is on us to genuinely treat people with respect. I know that some people will take this and try to use it to attack freedom of speech.

Most of you know me by now, and know that respecting each other does not mean walking on eggshells. If you are genuinely having a hard conversation with someone and your heart is truly in the right place, we can’t control someone taking words to respect one another and try to use it to silence people. Where there is good there is always bad.

Trying To Understand All Pain

Now if you don’t look at the full situation it could cause more anger on top of bad situations. I could also understand how a person can just see ‘All Lives Matter’ and think my life matters too. I will tell you today with all of my heart your life matters. One person I always think of is the poet (Doreen O’Neill) because she says ‘does my pain not matter?’ in such a way that it makes you consider the tears of every man, woman, and child.

It is just that ‘Black Lives Matter’ was created because of so many black lives being taken at disproportionate numbers from those who promised to serve and protect. Many times, our issues are simple miscommunications. At least for most of us. For instance, I can also see how ‘All Lives Matter’ could have been created because maybe a person of another race has a family member who lost their life in the same manner.

The other reason, which was the reason I assumed, was it was a counter against ‘Black lives Matter’. Although, for the person with good intentions saying ‘All Lives Matter’ was not a counter, but a way to include the people that they know which also lost their life in a like manner. Like I said, miscommunication. Them not understanding that so many more black lives were being taken than others. That is the only reason why the calling for ‘Black Lives Matter’ was specific.

Y’all Got That Good Energy

The injustice against African American people became overwhelming. ‘Black Lives Matter’ was really a way to remind America that our lives matter ‘too’. All of us black, white, etc. just have to use our actions in a genuine manner, and it will come through as such. At least most times. Shout out to African Americans because we are on the path to loving and respecting each other. Our eyes are starting to see what the real game is. In fact, the energy is different with ‘almost’ every American I have encountered recently. The energy is good. So, shout out to all y’all.

Don’t allow those with the wrong motives to put all of that hate back into our hearts. Can’t we all just get along? Lol. We can have so much more success as individuals and as a whole if we all just keep our eyes on respecting each other and considering each person’s civil rights.

I kind of feel like I want to say I love y’all. I know weird right. Lol. Most of us understand that at the end of the day it is on us to protect the constitution. I don’t have the perfect view of every situation. So, I apologize if I missed something. I want all y’all as American people and people all over the world to be happy today. It’s Saturday.

July 26, 2025
This World Is Yours

Allow me to take you on a journey with me. Close your eyes and let your muscles in your face and your breathing do a slow drop. Now with your eyes still closed, allow your mind to clear. If your mind is clearing as it should your head should drift. Once you are there, go into the wonderful world that is created in your head. This world is whatever you want it to be.

Maybe just a feeling. Maybe Peace. You decide. It is a place inside of you that is your safety net. Design it at your will. When I visit my own, it is a blank space. Sometimes the color is black or black pierced with the light around me. When I do this sitting right in front of the computer screen, it is black pierced with white and red lighting. Then the vision of my choice begins.

Walk and Talk With Me

As I am walking down the road in this place It is nighttime with the stars and moon lighting the night in the most beautiful way. Looking to my right I see a body of water similar to a large lake. The water is beautiful with light from the moon glistening over the water. I walk toward the water bare feet. The sand beneath me is perfect and free flowing. My toes press into the sand so easily and the sand releases my toes with the same ease.

The light from the moon glistens all over me. My attire is a loose free flowing all white gown that covers me but is light in every way. Everything is as light as a feather. Finally, I reach the body of water, and I sit down at the edge of it in the sand allowing my feet to ease into the water. The water is clean and perfect. All of the fish and life under the water are asleep. I can look down through the water and see them resting peacefully.

Allow The Water To Heal You

I submerge my bottom half body into the water. With my hands I take water and sprinkle it onto my face. Then I just run my dripping hands over my face. Soaking up the peace that lives in this moment, in this water. I sleep until morning. Once awake I pick berries from the tree hovering over me. The sun peeks through perfectly mixing with the shade. I sit there for a moment receiving the gift of sunlight. It feels like power. It gives me power.

There is a glorious stimulation that I can feel behind my eyes flowing into the back of my brain from the warmth and light of the sun. I start to walk towards the large rocks lining the lake. The one sitting the tallest with the flattest surface is the one I choose to lay upon. The lake turns into an ocean with huge waves. The waves brush water upon me in a very soothing tone. It is as if the ocean has seen me and befriended me.

A Peace Filled Thrill

The water then rises and covers all the land and rocks except for the one I rest upon. I am unable to swim but unafraid. I understand that this is the water’s way of saying I live, breathe and speak. My response is just the feeling of being important and special in this moment. Knowing that the ocean considered me. Cooling me. Allowing me to feel the soothing of sun and water all in one. While resting with all of my muscles fully relaxed. With squinted relaxed eyes I look to the sky. Inside of me I am thanking the Most High and a rainbow appears.

July 23, 2025
Now vs Then

It seems like at some point I became a new person. At age 23 I got into a car accident. Me against a tree. Well, the tree won that fight. Later, at age 26 I needed an uber from the Greyhound station and the driver asked my age, I told him. He responded, “people change at 26”. During that time, I didn’t realize how true that was. I mean as far as living life, I knew how to do that. Due to being an early 90’s baby we lived a full life worth of experiences before reaching adulthood. My first time riding the train alone I was around age 10.

So, I don’t mean change as in taking care of yourself. I mean change as in knowing who you are and what you stand for. It is almost like for me that was the beginning of the mindset I have now. I was so air headed before the car accident that sometimes I honestly wonder is life real post car accident. Not to toot my own horn but I know that in many ways I am kinda intelligent. Not saying I am not still air-headed in some ways. Though I am saying I am intelligent in ways. Which honestly shouldn’t be possible for the level of air-headedness I once held.

Lost In The Sauce

It is like the car accident, or something, connected my mind to my spirit. My mind was floating all by itself before that. Before that time, most things about the people around me I just didn’t notice at all. As far as how they might be feeling or cues that they give off. It was basically a 24/7 vibe of speak now or forever hold your peace. Guessing was not on my agenda. It was kind of a blessing. My mind, although filled with air, was mine and mine alone. Now I have to share it in some ways with my spirit and all of its requirements.

The saying “ignorance is bliss” is true. What you don’t know can hurt you, but you don’t feel it the same as when you know. Literally some terrible things would happen to me back in the day and I would just be going along with life not realizing how bad things were. For example, head busted wide open and I’m just like where to next. You would think I was on drugs due to the level of being unaffected by real life hardships.

When Exactly Did I Become Me

Although, at age 21 I moved to Texas because I wanted to change my life and develop my relationship with the Most High. So, I guess deep down it was there, but it was in an area of my heart that was rarely reachable at that time. Though, certain things I have never liked. Even as a child I wanted to see the downtrodden win. It has always been kind of hard for me in arguments because you could say the worst thing to me and I would know how to hit you where it hurts. However, I never could bring myself to cutting deep. I still can’t.

At the magical age of 26 I finally started to see the world and myself in the mirror. Or maybe it was 25, not sure. Though the uber ride was at 26 I was already changing in ways a little time before. Now the question I am left with is what triggers your spirit to wake you up. I mean of course I know the Most High, but what makes him decide it is time. There was a time when large portions of the population didn’t know how much planning went into keeping people under an illusion. Though the times are similar today where we know so much and nothing at the same time.

Hate Is Not The Way

I believe we are going into more hateful times in the world. People are being told to be hateful when hate is like a burning fire. It is never a good route for any of us to take. Hate consumes. Hate also must feed. Directions to hate others is one of the worst services that has been done to the minds and most of all the spirits of the people. I know what it feels like to hate someone. Whether it’s from hurt or whatever reason. During that time in my life the hate consumed me. I was set on revenge.

I tell the story a lot of the ex who probably named me Chucky. Let me just add I was heartbroken and too young to think I was in love. It is the common story of the younger chick the older chick and income tax checks. That was the day when he was suddenly in a whole committed relationship with the girl who I thought was the wife of his friend. I was even hanging out over there on a regular basis. It was too much hurt on my young heart. The husband also got kicked to the curb. So, I wasn’t the only one blind sighted.

Don’t take this literal, but I was declared mentally insane for a short period afterwards. Although in some ways it was a joke to him. By me hating him he was in control of my day-to-day emotions. Not that he wanted to be. After escaping the hate, I realized how much I hurt myself during that time. Now back to today’s me. I am different. Which seems so unbelievable to me considering where I came from.

I Know There Is More

I can’t help but think about the spiritual realm. Although I have never seen a spirit before. There is something about a dream that lets you know that we are spiritual beings. It is like a doorway to the magic inside of us. We literally have whole movies play out in full HD while we are sleeping.

Our dreams were the first tv screens. It is a connection to a place further than our physical body. Even though most dreams are based on things in our life it is still like going into a place that belongs to the spirit. I wonder about everything since my spirit and mind became one with common goals. Most of all, I wonder if any of it is real.

July 21, 2025
Protect Civil Rights

Many may not enjoy my thoughts based on my experience about the war on United States Citizens. We know that this is an actual thing. Officials have stated on record that even Judges are being threatened. With that Citizens of America are being referred to behind closed doors as the enemy within. Not only are they being discussed as if they are Saddam Hussein, but it is also stated that the United States military is being used against its Citizens.

What really baffles me is how easily these claims from a credible source were brushed over. It kind of feels like to me there is a disconnect in the heart of the citizens between wanting your civil rights and being a part of the very reason they are being taken. What I have noticed when speaking about these things is the people don’t want to hear that they too have a part to play in protecting our civil rights. You can’t say you want civil rights but think it is okay to violate your neighbors’.

Race Wars Are Distractions

Everything is full circle and eventually what we help to build will come knocking at our door. When I say for the people, I truly wish to be for the people in my stance and not only for one group of people. It eventually leads you to be a part of the very dictatorship you hate. From what I have witnessed, every group has been a participant in violating another’s civil rights. If you are asked to violate someone’s rights regardless of what you are told the reasoning is, it is your duty to decline. You never know in what ways you are being manipulated.

Therefore, it is best not to do to someone else what you don’t want done to you. Sometimes I feel forced to pick a side black or white, when the truth is I see race wars as a pacifier to a much bigger problem. Sometimes I call out African Americans other times I call out Caucasian Americans, Spanish, Asian, etc. Every group is being used in some form or another to hurt the whole. The hearts of the people are pretty much the same. If they don’t feel that their particular civil rights are being violated, they are okay with accepting assignments to violate someone else’s.

Many Died To Give Us Civil Rights

I know y’all are not going to like that last statement, but somebody gotta keep it real with y’all. With that I will go even further to say with the history of African American people more than any other group you should want your hands to be clean of violating civil rights. Ancestors black and white fought too hard for the very rights we seem to take for granted. We have all had ancestors to lay their lives on the line to give us our civil rights. As the old saying goes with the way we have behaved ‘they are probably rolling over in the grave’ due to our lack of upholding rights they died to give us.

Majority of the hatred we are seeing play out is a result of what I stated earlier in the article which is the targeting of citizens. Although I understand that this is not the only country to target citizens, it still does not change the fact that it is not the American way. Or at least that is the statement. In America we were given laws to protect our civil rights. In the national anthem we sing from our hearts with one of every American’s favorite lines being “the land of the free, and the home of the brave”.

One Hand Washes Another

So many people from all over admire the American way. Mainly the civil rights that were made to protect the people. If we don’t stand for anything else in this world, if we love this country, we must stand to protect our Civil Rights. In order to protect your civil rights, you must protect your neighbors’ civil rights. It must be the line that is not allowed to be crossed. If you can’t do anything else, make sure you never put on the uniform of assisting to violate civil rights.

July 19, 2025
Letter To Myself

Today is July 16, 2025. This is a letter to Wyshandra Glaze from Wyshandra Glaze. Where do I even start when talking to you. I see you as an amazing person. Although I wonder sometimes if the world we live in is real. There is so much hate in this world and so many excuses for hate. Me and you both know this has always been the case since human existence. I just want to tell you that you have permission to pick yourself up.

You are such a caring person sometimes that you forget that if your moments of laughter and joy make someone sad, there is nothing you can do about it. You are a thoughtful person so if anybody decides to hate you that would be the case no matter what you do or don’t do. It is time to accept that yes you were given great talent in writing but never allow anyone to make the things that are forced on you into your responsibility to carry.

Permission To Cope

If you never discovered your talents these many terrible things were already happening to you years before you wrote a single word. No one saw you coming. Not even you. Probably even saw it as some type of joke. Some still claim it’s a joke but me and you know what’s up. Through all of this you never changed, and you fight every day to give yourself permission to heal. So what if people claim that you are acting like a victim. Not a single person has ever saved you from anything. All of your life you picked you up.

If taking care of your mental health bothers someone, maybe they should start doing the same. Keep screaming how you feel. It is good for you. At least, you are not a bully. The things on your mind are conversations about stopping hate in the world. All of them. Even the painful ones when a day’s worth of hate in the cards you were dealt with is overwhelming. Even when you snap, the message is the same. Stop the hate. Therefore, if asking to stop the hate is the problem in this world then I can, you can, accept that we will never fit in here.

Joy From Joy

You are, I am, fine with living a life with my morals intact. Although I am not the moral guide I try to do my part in doing right by the next person. I am only a person who can admit that something is terribly wrong. With that I will continue to comfort myself. I will continue to sing the songs I love. It is not your fault if someone who is not even in your thought process finds a way to make your every action about them. You know that you are way past certain things. So when you laugh you know that it is about your joy that you feel inside.

When you sing Mary J Blige or Monica you know that those songs do something to your soul that is healing and has nothing to do with anybody else. My joy does not come from hate or hating. Moreover, cry whenever you want to. Your time to be sad is for you. If someone uses your hurt as their pain reliever, it is not on you to stop crying. It is on them to find a real source of comfort that also allows them to cope with their own issues. Also, if you need to turn your back on the world that turned its back on you long ago, at least you are not participating in hurting others.

A Time To Only Focus On My Mirror

It is okay to say this season I will focus on me. This time I don’t have any input about the latest world tragedy. Talking about it is not a crown to say you are such a great person. There is nothing I can do right now. I am barely able to support me. You know that if you had the means to actually help people you would. Can the criticizers say the same? Or do they just like to talk about it and claim they are good people. Someone should definitely talk about it and trust me there will never be a shortage in world tragedies receiving news coverage.

Therefore, who does a person think they are to be mad at you because you don’t want to know about how many people passed away today. Maybe that is too much bad news for you to handle right now and that is okay. So, I don’t have to know about what is happening in the world when I have no ability to help right now. Also, it is like people want you to ignore the fact that a lot of hate you received came from all races of people including people who look like you, even family.

Once This Happened

People that I haven’t talked to in so long popped back into my life just to receive a pat on the back for their ability to hurt me. Even a person in prison was recruited. Therefore, I don’t need any more evidence to know that I am on the right side of things. Now Wyshandra it was nice talking to you but a message for the people who also want to see less hate in the world. Keep smiling. Don’t ever feel like you have to walk around frowning to protect someone else’s feelings. Let that laugh you feel inside spill over. Your joy comes from joy, not hate. It is so different.

Give Yourself Permission

Anybody can get there but the first step for everyone is to give yourself permission. Permission to be happy for people. Permission to own your own happiness. You just have to keep telling yourself the truth. If you struggle with taking on other people’s negative emotions then remember to remind yourself of the real reason you were smiling to begin with. Remember to remind yourself that you are happy because that is what you feel in the moment. You cannot control if someone takes your smile or your wins in life as if you are somehow thinking in a negative narrative about them.

If you struggle with the opposite such as, feeling offended because someone you are at odds with or just someone in general is having a good day. Give yourself permission to be happy that something good happened for someone else. Remember that their happiness takes nothing from yours. If you allow the good in another person’s life to hurt you, you will miss out on truly enjoying all of your own amazing moments. I know you have many and if not start today. Go and make your great moments about you. You have permission to smile too.

July 16, 2025
Langston Hughes

Today I read poems from Langston Hughes. He seemed like a man who thought a lot. His every journey from a night on the town to his woman of interest, he wrote into a poem. Even his trials of being African American and the struggles he endured. I like reading and hearing from writers and artists from the past because they didn’t hide their feelings. Langston Hughes wrote real vulnerabilities in his poetry. Things that real life people suffer with every day. They remind me that tears are not taboo. Reading his poetry brings me back to reality.

Many trials have been overcome, and many trials have been lost. I am always rooting for the downtrodden and wanting something good to finally come into their life. It seems that at one point Langston was downtrodden. Now today he is Langston Hughes. I bet he never thought there would be a day when his name alone is the Trophy. He traveled a lot, seeing the world from many different angles. He saw the people that were unseen in society, and he wrote from a distant point of view but like it was the person’s own feelings. He wrote about the rich in society the same.

The Eyes of A Deep Soul

After reading some of his poetry I look at the cover of his book and in his eyes I see a man with a deep soul. He looks real in the eyes. You can see pain but not in a bad way. He seems like he knows that life comes with pain. You see strength. Like a man who will never give up. There is also a mystery that drives his curiosity of the world and people. Langston Hughes also seems to be a realist in a way. Not to driven in fantasies.

This is all just me trying to understand this great poet. With that, I am not an expert or even trained in understanding the human mind. Pushing myself to understand another human from the little they willingly share with me helps me to understand humanity in a unbiased way. If I can understand a person from the little I learn, I can understand the complexities of humanity.

When I look into his eyes, I also see a dark side. A dark side does not always mean evil. In this case I don’t mean evil only a dark side. In addition, he seems like a sensitive man. Being able to feel and connect with all things in his path. There is something about the eyes and a voice of a person that intrigues me. It is so intimate to me in a non-sexual way that I can barely look people in the eyes. It is intense at times. Though it is sometimes easy. Most times it has nothing to do with the other person whether it is easy or not. Langston has special eyes. They tell a story.

June 27, 2025
Who Takes The Blame of Society

How We Judge Deeds

Who Takes The Blame of Society? In this article we will have a non-biased conversation about key figures and how they were perceived by large portions of humanity. There was a time when I thought Martin Luther King set us backwards as African American people. When in fact it is the opposite. What he did for not only people that looked like him, but he brought about change that was better for all kind. He had to fight for justice. So, what makes me or anybody else think that we don’t also have a role to play in the balance of good and evil. One man can’t hold the troubles of society on his back forever.

Why Do We Think Like This

With that Martin didn’t do it alone but he led the cause. It is easier to feel like that one person with good intentions can save the world. Only this is not possible. Which is why I ask Who Takes The Blame of Society? Martin was blamed even long after his death for the continuing downfall of African American communities. While the entire world ignored all of the tactics deployed in making sure that African American people would not thrive as a community. Those tactics are to blame, not Martin or the freedom fighters. We ignore evil and blame the people with good intentions.

My belief in where this started is with the story of Jesus Christ. Now let me say this article is not what religion I subscribe to. Nor to talk negatively about any religion. In fact, I am here to say whether the story is true or not, it made an impact on the way society thinks as a whole. Society seems to believe that a person with good intentions should die or be tortured for the sins of all mankind. The villain goes about causing chaos and then we look to the decent and the good in society and blame them for every evil action being committed.

Blaming The Crucified

Why do we victim blame? It is easier to blame victims in situations. Especially when you know you can’t help them. The easiest way to deal with this in our hearts is to hate them. Now today figures like Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ are loved but we all know that was not the case when they were living. They were tortured and hung on a cross literally and figuratively.

Over and over again large portions of society have joined hand in hand to slay or torture the decent in the earth. When you try to do a good thing, it is never taken for the good it is. Most people see it and seek to find flaws in you. Which they always will, because having good intentions for society does not make you without sin. Which is why I ask society Who Takes The Blame of Society?

Do We Need Perfection To Do Good

Many times, the homeless are feeding the homeless. When a homeless person that also is an addict makes sure that the homeless person near him or her doesn’t miss a meal because they can’t stand knowing that another goes hungry. Does it make their good deed not real because they are an addict?

Or how about when they see a young person at risk of becoming an addict and they tell them no young brother or sister, that is not the way. Does it then make them fake because they stopped another human from taking the destructive path they once took. Or how about when they become clean from drugs can they not help another become clean because of their past? It is like finding fault in every good deed is just a way to stop people from wanting to do good.

Evil Is and Always Will Be The Problem

I used to think that being too nice, caused problems. When in fact being too evil has corrupted everything nice. No person is perfect and even if you were, people will still find fault or even create fault. Place the blame where it stems. Which is those with the power to crucify and torture the good and decent in the earth.

Remember that when George Floyd was murdered, people said it was okay because he was an addict. How long will we allow oppressors to justify their evil with an unjust scale? We stood up as one unit the whole world and agreed that it was wrong. Nonetheless, evil corrupted our good intentions. Saying o but he was an drug addict. So do we murder a man because he is an addict?

We also have developed a mindset that if a person seeks to do good, we are somehow owed a detailed description of their private life. This is a very toxic way of thinking. People come at celebrities all the time and think that it is okay to tear these people apart just because the person has a talent or appeared on tv. Is it their fault for the psychological and at times physical abuse their subjected to simply because they are known for being a great singer, actress, or etc. Or is it the people’s fault who harass and belittle them?

Having a talent does not make you perfect. People have become so entitled that they are willing to strip away your humanity and think it is okay to do so because you’re an idol. The poet by the name of (Doreen O’Neill) said it best when she asked the world “does my pain not matter?” Many people that receive attention for doing something good or for just having a talent can ask the same question.

The weight of evil in this world should not be placed on the shoulders of one or two good intentioned. It is every man, woman and child’s responsibility to bring more good back into the earth. Good intentioned hearts don’t deserve to be crucified to save mankind. It is all of our responsibility to bring good in the world. Most importantly you don’t have to be perfect to do it.

June 25, 2025
Four Walls

What does four walls mean is the question I stumbled across in my mind today. My first thought is a cage, but we all enjoy the comfort of four walls from time to time. Some
would even consider four walls freedom. A space to let down your hair. To undress from a long day. So, one could say four walls is privacy, and protection from judgement.
Moreover, the four walls you dwell in mean something no matter where they are.

We decorate our four walls, painting who we are within them. These walls are more than
privacy, but also a friend that listens to our needs and desires. The color of the wall has to be a color that interacts with inner being as comfort. Neutral is always a good color.
Neutral blues, greens, etc. The reason why I believe neutral is chosen so often is because as people we change so often. Therefore, needing the base of our canvas to
be neutral to change with us.

Remembering Purpose

While our style of painting and artwork may be bold many times. They change and grow with who we become. Even our furniture must fit within our four walls. Nevertheless, even the four walls you choose can become suffocating. Just as thinking too much can become suffocating. Which is why as much as we love our four
walls we love the door built within just as much. You have to step away from the things you love from time to time to appreciate them.

When you first walk into your home is
when you get a full glimpse and feel of the vibe within. If you never leave you can forget or abandon the canvas you are painting. Or sometimes you just need to pour into your decor the things about you that have changed over time. If you could visit your childhood room it would probably be plastered with your favorite childhood superhero. Maybe that is not who you are anymore. Or maybe it is but an upgraded version. Things could lose meaning when you no
longer see the purpose. If there is no meaning your four walls are left unprotected while still having to protect you from the outside world. Your four walls become an army with
no morals. The four walls we live within are not only a warm place to use the heat, but a place to keep our humanity, to inspire us.

Without our humanity we become a preset
check list that does not edit or grow. We need our four walls to be alive to feed our intuition, our hopes, dreams, and love. They don’t live because of how well they’re
decorated they live because you decorated them and gave your mind and heart what was needed to remember them. Some people live in cars, Rv’s, even tents and you can
still feel the inspiration of who they are within. Your four walls are whatever you allow them to be. Your four walls are within you.

June 13, 2025
Underneath A Sound

Melizah

DING! DING! DING! “ARIAHHH… Could you please alert Irik of our awakening.” Sure why not; it’s not like you will actually attend our morning workings. Melizah, if I am being honest, I am tired of milking the cows alone when you should be helping. At that point, I had to walk away from Ariah. How dare she thinks to open her mouth towards me. She would never understand what it means to be me.

Looking in the mirror I just gaze at myself. I am beautiful. Nonetheless, my goal is to be without the hardness of flaws. Therefore, the starting of my 3 hour beauty routine begins. I am an only child, but my aunt and uncle ‘Fuma and Chofi’ were murdered 4 years ago when their small village in Egypt of 90-100 people was taken over by pillagers. Many were taken as slaves and those who would not comply were slaughtered like lambs. Fuma and Chofi hid Ariah in the walls of the horse stable.

She hid there for three days being tortured by the sounds of slaughter and rape of the people she loved. Then the pillagers left with their newly acquired hostages in tow. It took another two days for Ariah to come out of hiding. I can only imagine how she must have felt upon finding Fuma and Chofi. She was 14 years old and since the day of her arrival I have hated her. The reason is simple, she is simple. There is nothing extravagant or even beautiful about her but she walks around with the stupidest smile as if she has achieved greatness.

Ariah

Oops sorry excuse me, Ariah mumbles pushing through the small crowd of Yisraem villagers after finishing her morning chores alone ‘of course. Thinking to herself ‘this will be the last time Melizah sits in the mirror for hours while my work is doubled because of her selfishness.’ We all must work to play our part in keeping this community afloat.

I would never understand how she can’t see that my Aunt and Uncle ‘Suleh and Aveit’ are being made to work like slaves at the brick-and-mortar house. They are the best; which is why King JoLe would never allow them to leave. King JoLe is a beautiful man. The type of man considered to be the average villager girl’s dream. Except mine. I will admit upon my first sightings of him there was a small crush. Although his appearance is of strength and beauty with eyes of a gentle nature.

It was his speech that captured me. Beauty never swayed me very much but for many of the women here, it is enough. His wisdom and ability to connect on an intellectual level captured me. Before I could fall too deep in love with the image he portrayed, I started to see the truth. He spoke of love and growth while abusing his power with his actions. Today King JoLe is holding an announcements ceremony, and I didn’t get a chance to properly dress after working with the cows. Nevertheless, I am just a few minutes away to being right on time.

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