My People

The moment when you realize you know you're alive. The place you found yourself betrayed, alone, and set aside. The time when you understand that previous command you knew and now this time well in over your head. That place when you discover you know the king is converSing, with another on the best way to handle it. In this, I paused, I stopped for a breath, remembering my thoughts, "Changing the world is my occupation" But I also remembered this, your words are powerful. But I was sent for this.

As I drove in my car, the thoughts flooding my intellect, as I clench to my sanity. It's when it all came down to me and you try, to keep up grasping to each piece, holding tight, longing for release. Holding each treasure. But was it? Treasure, I mean...the urgency that puts you in a place where you no longer have to think about what to write or say and it doesn't even matter how it sounds you just need to get it down, in time, racing for the finish line. I want you to recognize what it feels like, to change the world, if I only knew. I would have lived in a quiet village somewhere minding my own business but who knew, one doesn't get here that way. Right. You get here by going to hell and back, literally. I don't mean struggles and trials unending miles, your life, that's been done here before right? I'm talking literally falling, or should I say, crawling, to your knees, pleading.

I was a truth seeker and a law breaker, though I loved music and anything artistic. It wasn't that it was hard for me to finish a project, but that each time I attempted, I just got distracted along the way, the universe was calling my name. I couldn't see myself doing just one thing, quantum possibility and divine intervention, I wanted to venture out, spread my wings, like I said before, I'm in too deep.

Life works in a mystery that is true but even the things hidden will come to the light. And, because of the day and hour we are in, I have to leave my fingerprint on this planet, before exiting. You see this isn't about a legacy or being in a book or even vengeance, It's about speaking for those who cannot speak for themselves, who tried to make it and didn't. This one's for you. My earthly father overdosed on medication and I had no clue, at the time. It wasn't because he had a chemical imbalance or the fact that he was so artistic and talented, this is what happens when your heart comes undone and you have nothing left. See his mind puffed up and his heart grew cold but in his last breath, he was smack faced with death. But I guarantee you, the earth quaked and the sun turned black but only for a moment and the cloud took aback as the sky acquired a new star.

This place where you really don't have time for pros and cons, you know it's just a matter of time. Not a thought of will this happen if I do this or do that but rather if I don't, who will? You know it's too much when your whole life has been one crazy story after another and now in this last hour, or should I say few months, the story doesn't end. This story of life and death, and blood and heroism, truth and deception, freedom and slavery, power and poverty, love and hate, and the sky splits and we see the light, And...

When you know, the world is falling, crumbling, but you know that there is a whole other world out there and if possible this isn't the end of all humanity, someone needs to know beyond a great tragedy, the great deception. "Even the elect could be deceived if that were possible." Is it possible, that all this time no one else had time to speak or stand or maybe it just wasn't the plan, my people enslaved here, my people enslaved there...my people.

I saw the stages and their greatness, biggest ones in the world. Speaking their words to me, trying so hard to lure me with their flattering words there "Come, be all you were meant to be and underneath their words, were swords, and silver coins and a kiss on the cheek with thousand dollar suits and ten thousand auditorium seats.

Did my people truly believe their silence would be enough or even be ignored? The ungodly remark flailing from my lips, "Why was I even born?" A darkness so dark and deception binding the minds and hearts of men, enslaved by their institutions. Break Free! My people, break free. The truth isn't a perception, my freedom at best and when you find it, peace rests.

I wanted to shout aloud, yes he came to save me but where I saw peace there was a sword. But then it came to me, could it be? He loved me! This beautiful man, carrying his water can. He died for me they said. He came to set us free. The only one I ever loved. How can this be? As I looked in a crystal sea, I saw a mirror image of me. This beautiful and great mystery. My people, break free!