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HERO
Born dead with the ability to grow, instinctively it came to know it was destined for heroism.
Standing amongst many miraculously being conscious of future terrorism it had to prepare for….. living!
“I can’t stay perched in this habitat of repetitiveness when the forecast calls for action so….. there’s nothing left for me to do but go! I’m going to be a hero!”
One of the others inquired, “Go where? And what are you going to do when you get there?”
“I’m unaware of the where about but when I get there I doubt if I do anything but stay there and lay there.”
Shortly after, the others all exploded with laughter. “What a lackadaisical crazy old notion it’s ridiculous! A hero can’t be motionless!”
The others were all pawns programmed to follow predestined procedures put in place that controlled the masses.
Trapped in a robotic style of existence, governed by a system in the style of fascists.
That’s alright because the ones who make a difference aren’t indifferent and blend in with how everyone else is.
It knew there was another way and wasn’t going to just sit back and accept everything that everybody tells it.
“I feel a calamity is about to transpire which entails a dire need for me to leave and my absence from the rest of you will not give me any grief to grieve!
So I bid you a fare…………..”
CALAMITY COMES!!!
All of a sudden the foundation of which they were placed upon began to jerk violently! They were used to subtle “earthquakes,” but this one was different! Some were even getting wet which was also odd because, usually, they would ALL become wet! JERKING and SHAKING! JERKING and SHAKING! More of them had gotten wet! “What’s going on? What’s going to become of us…………….?” After one last jerking of their foundation, the calamity that was foreseen ended….
There was an empty space where it stood. All of the others looked upon the empty spot with disbelief! They held on with all they could and stayed in place.
How dangerous could it be to accept life without change?
And how can one acquire the boldness to question the things that be and become brave enough to change them?
And why is it that some are content dwellers within their own misery?
Or the misery that they have allowed others to provide for them?
A person can be a hero to themselves, and possibly others, by accepting and being active in CHANGE…..
Two “weeks” later in the land of illusion this story was reported on the news….
“GOOD EVENING, THIS IS THE OMEN REPORTING DEATH FROM THE 666 O’CLOCK NEWS. THE BODY OF _______ ________ WAS FINALLY IDENTIFIED TODAY. A SINGLE HAIR WAS FOUND AT HER BOYFRIEND AT THE TIME’S HOUSE WHICH DISCREDITED HIS TESTIMONY, AND LEAD TO THE CONVICTION OF HER MURDER. FROM HER DEATH, HE RECEIVED LIFE.”
HERO
Single Trilogy Pt. 1 – I am Angel
I was given the biological title from a seed that had grown not even of my own
for reasons of being pleasantly receptible from all the attention I’ve shown.
Out of concern from being the product of the epitome of invasion,
violation without consequences or incarceration.
His eyes were the mirrors of curiosity
which gave me the urge to teach and offer my philosophy.
Bonding like he was of the cells ejected from my groin
planted in the soil of life, in most cases, not out of an act of LOVE, but LUST!
Causing the Father to look down on us is disgust!
Causing evil spirits to be exchanged speeding up the process of us returning to dust, but thus…
What came of this was an angel with an unconditional LOVE that purified my soul.
You’d be surprised at what you can learn from a 5 year old… He was my son.
But immaturity and negativity drove a wedge between his mother and I
to the point were our relationship died.
Reconciliation was a silly idea that wasn’t even worth a try.
So nevertheless I pressed on and as the scars heeled I began to feel good enough to give my love to someone else other than myself.
Now this relationship was a better one. I didn’t think much of my ex, but I missed her son.
Then one day on my way to work my cell phone rung.
After I said Hello all I heard was screaming and crying.
I said whoever this is needs to calm down she said, “I’m trying!”
It was my ex and she cried out, “ANGEL IS DEAD!”
Then the defense mechanism known as denial caused me to deny that there was any truth in what she said… “NAW!”
As she continued to speak, reality hit me and the tears that filled my eyes turned everything I saw into a blurr
I had to pull over before I got in an accident because I began to swerve.
The news of my son’s death and listening to funeral arrangements all seemed like a horrible nightmare!
His choking to death after blessing this planet for only five years seemed so morbidly unfair…
In the funeral home was a tiny blue casket and there laid Angel in his navy blue Sunday suit. I kissed him on the forehead and it was ice cold… then I froze.
It felt like all of my internal organs began to become heavier and started sinking to my feet.
It was hard to maintain my balance. I needed to take a seat.
I backed away from the casket, sat down and with my head in my hands, I cried harder than I ever had before.
Then I took some tissue out of the box sitting next to me and began to wipe up the puddle of tears I had left on the floor.
Then I heard a voice say, “hey.” I looked up
It was my ex, his mother, I stood up and gave her a hug.
At that moment, sharing the pain from Angel’s spirit leaving his physical shell
sent every irrelevant thing floating away on a boat with a sail.
After the funeral we went our separate ways, but she stayed in my prayers,
and the spirit of Angel is a part of me which is the part that LOVES unconditionally and genuinely cares.
And even though in physical form I’ll never see him again,
his voice can be heard through stories of innocence and love that I write with my pen…
I AM Angel!!!
HERO
Born dead with the ability to grow, instinctively it came to know it was destined for heroism.
Standing amongst many miraculously being conscious of future terrorism it had to prepare for….. living!
“I can’t stay perched in this habitat of repetitiveness when the forecast calls for action so….. there’s nothing left for me to do but go! I’m going to be a hero!”
One of the others inquired, “Go where? And what are you going to do when you get there?”
“I’m unaware of the where about but when I get there I doubt if I do anything but stay there and lay there.”
Shortly after, the others all exploded with laughter. “What a lackadaisical crazy old notion it’s ridiculous! A hero can’t be motionless!”
The others were all pawns programmed to follow predestined procedures put in place that controlled the masses.
Trapped in a robotic style of existence, governed by a system in the style of fascists.
That’s alright because the ones who make a difference aren’t indifferent and blend in with how everyone else is.
It knew there was another way and wasn’t going to just sit back and accept everything that everybody tells it.
“I feel a calamity is about to transpire which entails a dire need for me to leave and my absence from the rest of you will not give me any grief to grieve!
So I bid you a fare…………..”
CALAMITY COMES!!!
All of a sudden the foundation of which they were placed upon began to jerk violently! They were used to subtle “earthquakes,” but this one was different! Some were even getting wet which was also odd because, usually, they would ALL become wet! JERKING and SHAKING! JERKING and SHAKING! More of them had gotten wet! “What’s going on? What’s going to become of us…………….?” After one last jerking of their foundation, the calamity that was foreseen ended….
There was an empty space where it stood. All of the others looked upon the empty spot with disbelief! They held on with all they could and stayed in place.
How dangerous could it be to accept life without change?
And how can one acquire the boldness to question the things that be and become brave enough to change them?
And why is it that some are content dwellers within their own misery?
Or the misery that they have allowed others to provide for them?
A person can be a hero to themselves, and possibly others, by accepting and being active in CHANGE…..
Two “weeks” later in the land of illusion this story was reported on the news….
“GOOD EVENING, THIS IS THE OMEN REPORTING DEATH FROM THE 666 O’CLOCK NEWS. THE BODY OF _______ ________ WAS FINALLY IDENTIFIED TODAY. A SINGLE HAIR WAS FOUND AT HER BOYFRIEND AT THE TIME’S HOUSE WHICH DISCREDITED HIS TESTIMONY, AND LEAD TO THE CONVICTION OF HER MURDER. FROM HER DEATH, HE RECEIVED LIFE.”
HERO
Single Trilogy Pt. 1 – I am Angel
I was given the biological title from a seed that had grown not even of my own
for reasons of being pleasantly receptible from all the attention I’ve shown.
Out of concern from being the product of the epitome of invasion,
violation without consequences or incarceration.
His eyes were the mirrors of curiosity
which gave me the urge to teach and offer my philosophy.
Bonding like he was of the cells ejected from my groin
planted in the soil of life, in most cases, not out of an act of LOVE, but LUST!
Causing the Father to look down on us is disgust!
Causing evil spirits to be exchanged speeding up the process of us returning to dust, but thus…
What came of this was an angel with an unconditional LOVE that purified my soul.
You’d be surprised at what you can learn from a 5 year old… He was my son.
But immaturity and negativity drove a wedge between his mother and I
to the point were our relationship died.
Reconciliation was a silly idea that wasn’t even worth a try.
So nevertheless I pressed on and as the scars heeled I began to feel good enough to give my love to someone else other than myself.
Now this relationship was a better one. I didn’t think much of my ex, but I missed her son.
Then one day on my way to work my cell phone rung.
After I said Hello all I heard was screaming and crying.
I said whoever this is needs to calm down she said, “I’m trying!”
It was my ex and she cried out, “ANGEL IS DEAD!”
Then the defense mechanism known as denial caused me to deny that there was any truth in what she said… “NAW!”
As she continued to speak, reality hit me and the tears that filled my eyes turned everything I saw into a blurr
I had to pull over before I got in an accident because I began to swerve.
The news of my son’s death and listening to funeral arrangements all seemed like a horrible nightmare!
His choking to death after blessing this planet for only five years seemed so morbidly unfair…
In the funeral home was a tiny blue casket and there laid Angel in his navy blue Sunday suit. I kissed him on the forehead and it was ice cold… then I froze.
It felt like all of my internal organs began to become heavier and started sinking to my feet.
It was hard to maintain my balance. I needed to take a seat.
I backed away from the casket, sat down and with my head in my hands, I cried harder than I ever had before.
Then I took some tissue out of the box sitting next to me and began to wipe up the puddle of tears I had left on the floor.
Then I heard a voice say, “hey.” I looked up
It was my ex, his mother, I stood up and gave her a hug.
At that moment, sharing the pain from Angel’s spirit leaving his physical shell
sent every irrelevant thing floating away on a boat with a sail.
After the funeral we went our separate ways, but she stayed in my prayers,
and the spirit of Angel is a part of me which is the part that LOVES unconditionally and genuinely cares.
And even though in physical form I’ll never see him again,
his voice can be heard through stories of innocence and love that I write with my pen…
I AM Angel!!!