Our days are numbered. You don’t have to be a believer in God to understand that everybody passes from this earth someday. Death will take anyone and everyone at any time through a variety of means. Unlike humanity, death does not discriminate: the youngest and the oldest, any and every race, the famed and unknown, the wealthy and the destitute, the prime of life to the poorest in health, EVERYONE. We can neither negotiate with death nor bribe life. So live. 

Have regrets; they make you better at decision making. Make mistakes; they’ll show you the right way. Take a risk; it’ll show you how far you can go. Let relationships go; they’ll show you what you deserve. Have your heart broken; it’ll show you how strong you are. But whatever you do…don’t live life in fear of death. But respect its presence humbly as you know there is a “final ending” for you and for me. 

We don’t normally get to pick what day we die, but we do often get to choose how we live before death. You and I only have one life to live. To love. To be. To do. Look, just make it one where those left behind in your absence may feel the sting of your death but will be healed by the honey of your life well lived. Well loved. Well “was.” Well done. So, consider your heart beat nature’s internal clock. Every beat is a tick and tock that will eventually stop. When you hear it, let it remind you to be thankful and humble. So, live. Honestly. Authentically. Boldly. Mercilessly. Fearlessly.

Who’s the Invisible Man? – Poem

Have you noticed the invisible man behind the bloody scenes?
In every news cast of the slain, he’s all I’ve ever seen.

Yes, he is invisible but can be seen by few
By those who seek to understand the truth beyond the news

He is famous, but ignored by the devious lot
When I ask people around me, some have seen him, some have not.

Though you catch a glimpse of him through the cameras on your phones,
The nature of his being is still a mystery unknown

I noticed, once, him kneeling, defying social orders
I’ve spotted him at rallies, and I’ve seen him at the border

He was at every trial where the assaulter walked off free
He’s walked international marches of millions displayed on your TV

I managed to catch him, finally, at a meeting I attended
And approached him when the crowd dispersed after everything ended

I felt the need to ask him about his identity
And question his intentions and all that he believes.

He told me “I’m not human, but I’ve traveled amongst your lot,
I know exact causes of global problems though the world may not,

I know of all the secrets that were carried to the graves,
And I can show you every closet of every skeleton ever saved,

I can show you the broken frames behind each picture perfect image
Where inconvenience is standard for the poor but is oppression to the privileged

I know the bribes of the corrupt behind each accursed deal
But don’t expect me to take your side, no matter how justified you feel

I’m acquainted with your trigger points and know your addictions well
And I know what happened in the room when they told you not to tell.

I know what your intentions are before the deed is done,
Until I am acknowledged, no lasting change can ever come

There is no slaying I have seen where I didn’t shake my head
And though I am alive and well, most believe I’m dead

I and my Maker seek to rid you all of this deceit, But you all seem to be entrapped by the lies you all believe

Since I had the chance, I asked him “Who are you?”

He replied “I have no formal name, but humanity calls me Truth.”

Fairytales – Poem

In all the world of fantasy, my lore is not the norm.

I have secrets in my castles that must not be born.

I must warn all the kindly knights of the perils of this journey,

The dragon slayed, the maiden saved, counting your sacrifice worthy.

And yes, you may be noble, you may be kind, you may be meek,

And you may wear shining armor and ride upon a trusty steed.

I’m scared to let you find me, if the truth be told.

And I doubt that you’ll still love me if I let myself unfold.

If you expect a damsel in distress, it’s true, that’s what you’ll find,

But that’s the only familiarity in my Once Upon a Time.

What fairytales don’t tell you is that characters can change.

Even morals of the story can be completely rearranged.

That villains turn out heroes and fairy godmothers have no magic.

And that happily-ever-afters may, in fact, end tragic.

But how do you think our story ends, before it has begun,

When the knight’s surprised to find that I, the maiden, and dragon are one?