What is power? In a group of mind-think philosophy, power is considered many if not mostly; abstract.

To the low brow beast of sword and steel, rock and stick; grunting and thumping chest… Power is strength. Of ability, opportunity; killing any and all to include enemy.

Transposed to society rich in technology. Ability and opportunity the same, the same motive, only something to cause not death, rather indoctrination of a certain way of death.

God is power, of course, such as God can also to be be powerless…

A secret? So much and yet nothing greater than less?

Answering the question: What is power?

(at this moment a river flows. clear. full of sound/fragrance. Frogs play tricks. Caddis fly flies)

where was i? Oh yes, power.

Energy.

Force.

Dynamics.

Potential.

Kinetic.

Thoughts.

Riches.

Wealth.

Starting to see a very common and mundane thread?

To move, motor, putt-putt, zing, pow, bang.

or

collect, amass, stockpile, conquer, believe in so much power even God is weak.

(even poor Pluto believes power is a ear rub, a bark, a growl, something to eat)

i know, i know, i know only too well when hearing words inside like a tsunami upon Earth released.

(smiling. if no one believes how simple power is they will never be able to have the complexity to see.)

Yes, a few have guessed power; true power to be love and so yes. Not a guess, and yet not a fact.

Love can turn into abuse. Love can morph into something insidious, Love is a perfect metaphor for eating something sweet to eat only to endure the bowel destruction of pain.

Long winded? Indeed!

Now, to the point.

Power is not only for those such as God or demons or Kings, Queens, Presidents, rich…(add all the endless other shit words describing those who ascribe to the belief of ‘power’.)

Power is nothing more than time of which is ironic as time does not exist.

(smiling at a personal thought.)

Lucky I guess, to have been gifted to hold in hand a power greater than immense.

To feel something i have never felt ever. Never in an eternity.

Not love as stated why before.

Not in being able to destroy a Universe.

No, the power i felt which makes all pale in compare

is to see her smile

while i was able to impart a kiss

and with this to understand fully why all other descriptions of power are nothing more than wind-blown dust

to understand why Time does not exist

to understand the reason why now, that God does and do have full possession of an even greater power, the power over the powerful with something so powerful as the realization of loving the simplicity of kissing and complete release.

God is the most powerful, wonderful, poker player filled with the tell of humor, knowing now i have the full power of not only love, not only the kiss, but the power that such a being has; humor.

(wibde===wonderful to now think of, –00) cheese, sparkles, water, and a cool breeze.)

Written bY: Nothing you’d want to meet

He was man. He could as well been a she for this story, but he, seems more comfortable.

He was a man. Singular. The same as all other men except for one important fact, he was born without the soul of a human.

He did have a soul. A strange twisted piece of spiritual fabric, only it was far from being the normal soul others are blessed with.

His mother was a cow, or a pig, the description depending on the readers readiness of forming a mental view. His father was a sad piece of soul sucking shit.

Normal in most aspects. Loved pussy. Loved liquor. Loved bbq chicken wings, and for the most part would have made a wonderful cow, pig, or human except his soul was blacker than coal while the heat inside burned brighter than a star going nova.

He chose to deny what he is/was/will be. He felt that to try and fit in would work well. That he could be ‘normal’. This proved he was as ignorant and stupid as his human counterparts.

Did you know humans love this world called, Earth? That the inhabitants with the IQ of 10 or higher strive for material riches? Did you know they care nothing for some abstract concept called, God? They care nothing for love? That they only care for themselves? No, the ‘intelligent’ creature of planet Earth were secure in their delusions of what truly is the meaning of, Life…

To believe/belong means to sacrifice a piece of self. To think the world is a kind and wonderful gem created by some deity called, God. OR, to think the world is a horrible place for those not paying homage to something called, Evil.

This story is pure fantasy. A true piece of non-fiction. No such man exists. No such woman exists. Pure crap put into the written word of, English.

But lets just say for amusement sake, the man was just like the rest of the human herd with one big exception other than the soul… He told all, spoke all and took no orders from anything, not even God. His honesty was his blade so sharp it could slice diamonds in half like a machete to an apple. And though he was free from any human constraints to include death, his only form of death could come from the Hand of God. A necessary fail-safe to ensure the safety of many worlds.

Nothing would or can control what cannot even come close to being controlled, ordered, steered or lied too.

Why write this story about such a strange character with no name? Why not? I pay wordpress for the privilege of writing whatever the f-u-c-k I want.

Anyway. Fuck Earth. Fuck Humans. Fuck evil. Fuck pits in cherries.

What’s that? Fresh strawberries with chocolate? A nice sunset?

Fuck. Okay.