it does

when together the humming bird

They always have been, always will be

strong

growing in strength

soon…

no longer in need of a body

soon…

to fly forever free.

If I said, “Niggers are running amok while white crackers want to be niggers…” I would be called racist.

If I said, “Black lives matter, while kicking a white kid in the head…” I would be called a protester.

If. If is a cowardly word to do and say what one wants while trying to evade the repercussions.

If I say Democrats are evil, am I a Republican?

If I say Republicans are evil, am I a Democrat?

Do Muslims love Christians or do Christians love Muslims?

Currently, the world is filled with lots and lots of anger.\

Women hate the men they love

Men hate the women they love

So, what is love? What is peace? What actually is anything?

We all are what we make of ourselves. If the majority are loving or peaceful or try to be understanding, we become a society of joy.

If the majority are angry, hostile, bitter, or try to be controlling of others, we become a country called, America, Russia, China, India…

There is too much anger which make it even easier to understand the power of love and peace.

Peace

New formats

New forms

New idea’s

New technology

Who knew Mars could bring such newness to the minds consumed by red and war.

People. Pe Ople. War.

Come closer friend, and welcome. It is nice to see you on the bottom of the night sky.

It will be fun to watch the battle between your power and the sweet dreams of the Moon.

Disdain displayed in a defiance of logic

such a scene to see a snake, for those whose eyes see fear while for some born a fear inside.

The Garden of Eden was held

not by a snake of such rather the snake of illusion…

in this this is this feeling this emotion

was created.

To peer through the eye and see the colors of temperature

To hear the dimensions themselves reveal

To feel…

Now a world encircled by a tongue

skin rubbed clean

there is a new line of knowledge,

it is

good.

On the chair this morning, it climbed to the highest post

searching the air in anticipation of gaining wings…

and when it soars above so high, it will look down and think of spinning

where upon the ground resting in silk

it all begins

again.

Beneath the tingle lays the surface

As if together

Forever flows

Making

a slice of peace.

The great thing about writing is that is what it is… fantasy, imagination, factual, speculative…

Ghost names are handy, yes, but what is the fun it that?

My name is tolerable to my ear. Antwon sounds cooler but if a name ain’t broke, don’t change it.

Anyway. War and belly buttons.

Humans have no clue. None. As to what real war is.

Sure. They lob bullets at each other. An atomic bomb or two. Some arrows. Maybe even a rock or candle holder lobbed up-side of the head. But war? Real war? Ha!

Yeah. A few million dead here and there sounds a bit scary. A bit horrific. But it is nothing. It is like squishing a cockroach only to have its eggs hatch for thousands of more.

Now, war, between immortals who do not have a belly button as evidence remaining of a once attached life cord… Wow! Now THAT IS a really a spectacular situation.

War.

It is

job security…

Boris is one of my favorite artists. Just received a print from him and it is excellent. Only cost $30 and he signed it. If I had the money I’d buy an original of his but the funny thing about it, a $30 print or a $10,000 original still has the same inspirational powers.

***

The eye can deceive

It looks good but causes pain

It looks bad but tastes great.

It is an outlet

The expression of what can and cannot be seen

and in this, the picture, there is much to believe.

Humans.

Love them. Hate them. Or better yet…ignore them. Except, the past few weeks of ‘mask’ mania is a nauseating example of stupidity.\