Is it peculiar to delight in the unusual… or strange to relish the free? Is it right to detest the eccentric and then hide under the thatches of your own deceit? Try breathing the same air of a toxic world while others stay glued to their masks. Damn shame that even words lack the emotions of the pain that some of us had to sustain. Continue reading
I would often think about how the end might be; dreamt of it even. My favorite was that of a bleach-clean white hallway laced with porcelain benches. It was a brilliant concept: the entry-way was birth (the beginning) while a door trimmed in blinding white light signified the end (death). One’s progression down the path of this hallway was inborn but could often be defected by the entrapment of your own kind.
I used to laugh at those who played down this hallway; but brushed off the inconspicuous attempts by those who only dared dream of it like me. Continue reading
It came to me all of a sudden, just moments ago. I was outside on my apartment balcony, stargazing and enjoying an herbal presence, when it came to me – this sudden realization…a truth about life…an explanation. It was the ice-cube in a hot tea and the Epsom salt to worn feet. Entrapment…
At some point or another, you have asked yourself the questions: Why me? Why did I get dealt this sorry ass hand? What if…? How come…? And to no avail no plausible answer appeared. No epitome, no breakthrough, no nothing. I think I have finally figured out why WE have boggled our brains with these answer-less questions. But to do you one better, I think I have an idea of how WE can get past all of these “Why’s” and start focusing on the true propellant – the “How.” Continue reading
If I had known that it was a salesman I probably wouldn’t have even opened the damned door. Yes…I would have just looked through the peep-hole and then turned around and went right on back to whatever I was doing. Instead, I broke the cardinal rule, ran straight up to the door, and just swung it open.
Now don’t get me wrong, dude was cute and clean-cut – had that professional swagger – suit, tie…the whole nine. So I let him in. At first I thought he was one of them Latter Day Saints folks which is why I immediately blurted out, “Oh boo…thanks but no thanks…we’re Jehovah’s Witnesses.” He just smiled and looked at me like he knew my ass was lying. With both of his hands held up he replied, “No Bible or pamphlets here Mr…” Continue reading
They say with age comes wisdom. For me, it has been the bitter acceptance of the struggle – like sending a pill to the back of your throat with nothing but your own saliva to wash it down. To accept the struggle – which for some is a life-long journey – is to go ahead and swallow that jagged pill called life – it’s to dream beautiful dreams of something better, something different – it’s to become so consumed like a mad scientist, day end and day out, until your head hurts and your body aches from all of the stress and strain – it’s to say with absolute certainty that you will embark on the pursuit of happiness…wealth…or whatever the hell you damn well please, forever and ever, until you have reached that goal and have become blinded by the bright light at the end of the tunnel.
That struggle is the same struggle that Jamal King faces in my new book, Curriculum; an urge and fight to exist, equally, in a world where indifference is embraced more than life itself. It’s the same struggle that you and I face on a daily basis, and have faced for hundreds of years passed. There comes a time when, and a point which, the struggle (along with that bitter acceptance) has overwhelmed you to the point of overdrive where your tunnel vision only sees the colors of red and green – of anger and money. It is not a good place to be and the feeling isn’t all that great either.
As hard as it may be…and believe me, I know from first-hand experience how hard it can be, we have to positively see it through to the finish line. We have got to believe that our good deeds, hard work, blood, sweat, and tears will PAY off in the end. We must believe! Otherwise, what else is there? Your guess is as good as mine.
Please check out my new book, Curriculum, by clicking on the link and see how Jamal King handles his everyday struggles. I NEED YOUR HONEST FEEDBACK so please leave a comment here or a review on Smashwords. Thank you so much and it means the world to me!