The angels said
I can’t see the tears coming down my God’s cheeks
So I have to cry on his behalf.
It was a bad day
It was the worst day.
Because Jesus had called for his father
He winced with pain at blows
When before he could walk through crowds
Walk on water
And walk with God.
But now Jesus is looking to the sky
And he cannot see his Father.

But the Father can see him.
And the angels can view him and mourn.
They beg God to intervene.
Saying that he has suffered enough.
But God rises from his throne
And says he has to suffer unto death
And rise again.
Michael drew his sword
And said that he was well-acquainted with fighting Satan
He would get Christ out of hell when he dies.
God told him to put his sword down.
The Battle belongs to the Lord’s
Because when I said that God is a God of War
I meant all of the triune God.

Jesus breathed his last.
And it became dark
As dark as the day that it flooded.
Because now all the angels wept.
One of them cried out,
God is Dead!
And God still sitting on his throne replied
The immortal God cannot stay perished.
Because he saw what they did not.
He looked into the afterlife
And saw Jesus walk in victory again.
When Jesus came to heaven
That very day
He smiled and said, I brought the saints with me
All of the mighty people of renown.
They served my Father in heaven
So they will be with him for eternity.
And now
Everyone who believes in me
Will not perish but have life
Because I have broken the back of death.
The Godhead crushed the serpent’s head
Now mankind is free.

I could grip the paper
Nudge it with my fist
Why could I not just think
And the words form on the page
But they gave me a pen from on high
And pointed to that paper
They urged me to write, write
This is how you write
This is how good children write
I want to be good
But I just could not write
My marks were on all sides of the paper
But they could not form a word
I could not spell my name on the page
I could say it out loud
Or rather shyly
Out of the corner of my mouth
But I could not write my name
On the corner of the page

I held onto the pen with all my fingers
First with one hand, then with both fists
I put holes inside that paper
What have I done?
Because I figured I had nothing left
I was all emptied out
I just wanted to give up
It was only fair to take my anger out on this paper
Because even though I wanted to respond
The paper was silent
The paper refused to reply
And in its silence it said everything
My hand hurt
My fists refused to close
Tears were on my face
On the paper
Tears of rage
Tears that came from a deep place
My teachers sighed
It was a sigh I heard for some time
My day began with a sigh
And a pen I could not hold
I noticed teacher writing in a book
How come she can hold the pen and I cannot?

Then one day as I was eating lunch
Someone led me upstairs to a class
I was confused
But relieved to leave the pen
But wait
This was the class I was in last year
I just hope I can play with toys again
But now there were new toys
Based on the children’s programs I now watched
That could not be afforded.
I was bigger than the other kids
When teacher asked how old are you.
Everyone said 4 and 5 while I said 6.
I miss my old friends
Just as I thought I escaped the pen
Teacher tells me to grip this new pen
I just want to play with the new toys
Leave me alone.

Eventually I held the pen
First with four fingers
Then a trilogy of hand digits
I stopped holding it in anger
And started holding it for a purpose
The first name I said was mama
But the first word I wrote was Michael
Because this page is now mine
A lot of paper would now belong to me
Because once I started writing I never stopped.
I have never, ever laid down my pen,.
Because I learned I cannot just want to be good.
I must be great with the pen

I woke up some days past.
I felt different
I reached back with my arm
And I felt something bony and feathery
Or rather, two things bony and feathery
I got up in a hurry.
I thought I had become an angel.
Someone must have sung I need an angel
And God said I will give you Michael.
I started to fly
At first it was slow and wobbly
But I started to soar.
I just wished there was a Bat signal
Like a Mike signal or something.

I thought I saw something
Or rather a crime.
I said its time for me to shine
Hope these wings can stop bullets
Because they would have to today.
I descended rapidly.
I was shocked I didn’t catch on fire or that my wings did not break.
I went to the man with the gun and said stop
He asked who sent you and I said I was sent from above
And I am all that you fear
I tackled him to the ground.
I heard Cut by a very angry person and I saw a director
He said who the hell do you think you are?
This is the new Dragon-Man vs Shark-Devil movie
I said My bad and flew away.
I left the crime fighting to the professionals.

I am Jonathan
Crown Prince of Israel
God’s chosen people.
These have been a rough few days.
My friend David had to flee for his life.
The boy who slew the oppressor of Israel
Became the man now in danger of his life.
And he was my best friend
He is, my best friend.
He came to me with tears in his eyes
Running down his face
Dripping down his beard.
His garments were soaked with sweat.
David cried out, “What have I done?”
At first I was slient.
Because I had known that David had done nothing.
His presence was a threat.
Because everyone in the court knew that they saw the next King.
In spite of my father’s wishes that it be me.
But I told David that he would not die.
Of that, I could make sure.

Me and Father were at a dinner.
And he seemed more agitated, than normal.
He kept muttering to himself.
Then he looked up with a snarl and asked, Where is that shepherd boy?
I mean, where is David my armor-bearer?
I stammered.
I normally don’t do that.
Even though I have a lisp.
That I managed to overcome through instruction.
His people have a sacrifice.
So he asked to be excused.
Saul rose in anger.
He grabbed his spear.
Oh no.
I saw his hand twitch.
The way it did at the Lord’s enemies.
Only this time it was at me
And it had a spear attached to it
That was headed in my attention.
I could never forget that Father still had the skill of a warrior.
Even though sometimes he lacked a reliable temperament.
But this was more than unreliable.
This was……attempted ******
Of the Crown Prince of Israel.
And I had no doubt by then
If David had been there
He would have been struck by that spear.
I left in anger.
The food was good.
But I could not stay in the presence of a man
Who wanted David dead
Even if that man was my father
Even if that man was my king.
Because David was more than a friend to me
David is family.

The next day I took my bow and some arrows.
Not to go hunting
Not to go to war
But to save a life.
I took a servant boy with me.
And I fired the arrow.
Far, but at no target in particular.
I kept firing.
With tears in my eyes.
When the boy stopped I called out
Hurry up the arrows are ahead.
I wish that they could stay with me.
But when the boy picked up the arrows.
David got up from his hiding place.
We embraced crying
We spoke covenant to each other
Saying we would be friends forever.
I hope I could see David become king.
So I can serve at his right hand.

You don’t want to finish the battle?
Someone asked me as I took off my helmet
I sighed
I just want to go home
Bury my weapons
And forget that there was ever a war.
Because they do not have a parade
For the people who do not conquer
I felt like we won
Because we survived.
But parades are not just for the living
But for the triumphant.
I don’t think I deserve a parade for a fight I had to be in.
And one that took away more than my innocence.
It went deep down to strip away my naivete
And in doing so also tore apart some of the great in my spirit.
Until it reached the darkness inside of me.
But when I am home
Maybe I can build a new essence.
If I can find the strength and remembrance.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Someday.

Message turned around in a huff, and when she looked at the Assembly her huff had turned into a snarl. She gripped the Kingfather Scepter, but thought better. Two of the Assembly brethren who were talking and laughing stopped, and just looked at her bored. She stomped out, still angry. Drent ran after her saying, It’s no big deal, we can get another vote.” Message turned around and jabbed her finger into his head saying, I don’t need another vote, I know what to do.” Drent stepped back shocked. “ This was not the way it was done in Dahomeyia”, he said to her. And then he said to himself,” But this is a new Dahomeyia.” Message threw up her and walked out, without dismissing the Assembly.
A Paroah Chariot was waiting for her, to transport her back to the palace. Message sat down, fuming, muttering over and over, “The Assembly says I should not attack. Well, ***** them. There are other options.” She wondered to herself, “What are those other options?” The screen pulled up the smiling face of the Peacemonger of Strengthened Weapons. He said with a grin, “ You see, your Rulership, I was right. The best course is patience and to understand the situation.” Message clicked off the screen with a fury and pouted with her arms crossed.
The Alliance Project called her saying, “ Make sure you play nice with the Peacemonger. He can be annoying but his heart is in the right place. He knows the pain that  war can bring.” Message then said, almost shouting, “And I know what can destroy a planet and the people in it.” The Alliance Project was silent.
Suddenly another person popped up on the screen. Message turned around thinking,” It can’t be the Peacemonger of Strengthened Weapons I blocked him.” It was Arthur. He said, “Greetings I am on your home planet can you send your finest horsemen to bring me?” Message jumped and down giggling and said  “Sure I have the perfect mission for you when we meet!”
Arthur came to the palace and Message greeted him at the door. She asked him, “Tell me, what do you know about this being called Mythology?” Arthur pondered for a bit and said, “My mother used to tell me of my ancestors, and how they fought to save their Trojan Homeland. The gods were against them, because they said that mankind was in rebellion and must be punished.  The Greek army was the human portion of the forces they sent against us. Eventually my homeland fell, and neither god nor Greek had mercy. They slaughtered who they could not take and burned what they could not steal. So the survivors went across the Earth realm, vowing that what had happened to them would never happen to anyone else. I knew then I was born for a time, but the time I did not know until now.”  Message raised an eyebrow and pressed further, “ Which god was Mythology?”
“All of them.”

He went to the fast food restaurant
And made his order
In front of some very impatient people.
The cashier said Would you like a slice of apple pie?
It is complimentary with the order
He said, No, no.
I would want an apple pie
But take out the caramel filling
We are not at a carnival
Throw away the sugar
I don’t need that negative energy in my life
And take off the crust

The cashier replied
Somewhat shocked
So basically you want an apple?!
He said, no, no,
You heard me wrong
Because you never seen a man like me on a mission.
The apple pie should have no skin
Because I have no skin in this game
Give me all the apple pies you have
Bring all the boxes with apple pies in them
Minus the filling
Minus the crust
I know what must be done
And I am the only one brave enough to do it.
She said, I’m sorry we can’t do that
We cannot help you
She said under her breath
But I think you need help.
He took his food and left.
Everyone else around wondered what must be done
And if they were brave enough to do it.

Achilles came over to where they were as Message ran to meet him with her saber to match.
But her slashes were of no use against his skin, and soon she retracted the saber into her watch.
She then touched him with her Death-Grip, and Achilles laughed saying, Death is my grandfather
When you have relatives you get certain protections, you grip is turned off so don’t bother.
Arthur walked up to the scene, as Achilles brought the Winged Fire Lance down ******* her.
Message cut the Fire Lance in two, and each part fell out of Achilles’ hand onto the grassy dust.
Achilles went down into a crouch and attacked but Arthur blocked it with Excalibur’s ******.
Arthur kicked Message over to the side, and said, This is my fight to win or die, no draw.
Arthur and Achilles fought hand to hand, and Message stood back in awe.
The hand maneuvers of Arthur with Excalibur, Message hadn’t seen before, and each one touched flesh.
By the end Achilles had several cuts on his upper body and his skin was an utter mess.
I have the scabbard, Achilles sneered, so I am invincible and cannot be routed.
But you do not, so let us see if when I am finished with you if all your blood would come out.

Achilles used the Fielden Vine to pin Arthur’s hand to his sides, so he could not reach his blade.
A detachment of the vine also ******* Message, so she could not come to his aid.
Achilles used the fire of the Lance to burn both Arthur and Message, his laughter was grotesque.
Arthur reached out for Excalibur but it refused to rise, and Message was just hoping for the best.
Suddenly the Covenantial Project leaped off the Isotrain Mechanism and cut the Fieldin Vine.
He took his sword and went into position in front of Arthur and Message, arriving just in time.
The Covenantial Project said, We have three swords against one body, that is math that works.
Achilles roared saying, I have broken better swords than yours, prepare for a world of hurt.
The Covenantial Project replied, I’ll keep him busy, while you guys get the rest of the Federation here.
He then fired his Eclipse visor, and Achilles felt the heat and was stunned to feel… fear.
Achilles stepped back, and The Covenantial Project swung his Scythe Sword in a wide arc.
You missed me, Achilles sneered, and The Covenantial Project said, Yes but I hit my target.
The scabbard fell from Achilles’ waist, and The Covenantial Project attached it to his hip.
Then put the Scythe Sword into it, so that it stood invincible in his grip.

Suddenly Federation Mechanisms arrived on the scene, and The Alliance Project stepped there.
He grabbed his Abyss Sword and told Achilles, If you do not want to die, you had better come here.
Lady of the Night was in her wheelchair, wielding the Parisian Bow with Troyate darts.
But this time they were tipped with Acidier Flames because she knew to aim for the heart.
She drew the bow back, intending to send Achilles back to where no one came from.
Suddenly Achilles rose up in the air, and a voice called out across the field My son!
It was Vibrate and Achilles landed in her spacecraft, and she said What strife you started.
You have made me a happy mother to pick up where you left off when you departed.
Achilles protested, I was about to destroy the Trojans, and Vibrate said We will.
But this time you need a army capable of assisting your Commandant Consquistador skill.
Nihilist stepped forward and Achilles rubbed his head and said Briseis?
I thought you were a captive and she said, I let you capture me for a moment like this.
She squeezed his shoulder so strongly he had to kneel, and she said, Still think you captured me?
Achilles groaned out, No, and she let go of his shoulder and said, I was not made for captivity.
When Troy fell the Greeks split up in their ships, and all headed back to their spouses.
But I overcame the Greeks in my ships, and lets just say none of them went to their house.
Now I was stuck with a ship in the middle of the sea, but I saw Vibrate and joined her.
We left Earth and built an organization, that specialized in interstellar warfare.

Arthur banged his sword onto the ground so hard it shook and said, I was supposed to slay.
He left my Excalibur for now, but sometime soon my face will be the last he sees that day.
The Alliance Project walked over to them and said, That time may be sooner than you think.
Message questioned, Why is that, and The Alliance Project pointed and said, The sky is starting to sink.
The Reinforcement went to them and said, We will handle the Earth affairs, you go up there to save.
Because if we do not act quickly, the Earth will be nothing but a mass grave.
The Covenantial Project boarded the Isotrain Mechanism, and Message said, This must be the last fight.
No, it the first day of universe peace and harmony, replied a smiling Lady of the Night.

I wanted to walk but it was like an elevator.
You brushed me off and said that we would talk later
Just to show that I am not the one to mess with.
Ill become I.T and turn your life into a horror flick.
But I’m not down for all the chasing and running.
Because I breathe too hard, she will know I’m coming.
She will probably laugh and think this is the best comedy.
Then I will tell her I am not the next solemnly.
I swear by now I am the one who is haunted in this franchise.
This love has to be coordinated and I don’t have the hand-eye’s
You didn’t follow the script, because you wanted to ad-lib.
So it frustrated me that I was seething while you were mad glib.
But when I said I was leaving, suddenly she were concerned.
But respect is not taken, and mine was not earned.

I’ll be here
When the seasons and the snow and the holidays say I should arrive.
Because when it is the time of lights and reindeer and birth scenes
Is the time I should announce my presence.
And come to where you reside
Bearing gifts after a long journey.
Then we can take a sip of the eggnog
And another one of cider
We can sit around and sing Christmas carols
And not know half the words
It is ok, because we are the only ones to hear
Then look outside and see a white Christmas
The snow coming to rest after a long journey
Just as we have come from all that we were.
Both physical and spiritual locations
And just like that we have to say goodbye
We should do this again
But we know the next date is the next time
The Earth makes its yearly run around the Sun.
That is a day we can look forward to.
As our tradition

Essence looked out on the horizon, her eyes filled with tears. Her face looked to be grim determination, and she murmured to herself, “This time, the Founded will not stop me. I don’t care if they have written this planet off to die, it is too new to do anything else but live.” Crossfire handed Essence her bow and said, “Let’s get moving. Dahomeyia needs us. I heard they have a new rulership called Message.” Essence nodded her head and replied, “ I know of Message because I met her father. He was a good man.”
Crossfire and Essence packed the Whirlship and prepared to head out for Dahomeyia. Crossfire tapped Essence on the shoulder and whispered, “I had packed the Warberite missiles for your Crossed Bow for this special threat. This time, we will get to Dahomeyia before its too late.” Essence and Crossfire set off in the vast realms where space met reality. Essence looked out and said, “The stars look so nice, it is a shame that beings like Mythology are out there.”  Crossfire retorted, “Beings like Mythology are not just out there, they always just are.”
Deep below in Dahomeyia, in the place where it was either water or earth, there was a rumbling. It was light, but there was no happiness there in spite of the shining brightness. An entity got up, and it did not appear that he was talking to himself as it was that all of him was talking at once. And all of the voices were combative. “ Well what we do with the new Dahomeyian Rulership?” argued one voice. “She is too unstable, she will never be able to unite the forces against us in time, replied another. Suddenly the entity sat down and all of the voices said, “We must break free and move to the surface and make ourselves a name. Then Dahomeyia will tremble, and after it will be no more.” A deeper voice said throughout the midst, “Yes, yes, but we need another, outside force to break in so we can break out. We must entice the Dahomeyians to be reckless and attack, so they can force open a way. Their efforts have  to be strong enough to break through, but not strong enough to be a threat. Message will do that job for us, because she operates in haste and is not measured. She is what beings would call impulsive. “
Suddenly on Earth a text appeared on the screen. “Delta Knight Ms. Harris”, a person said to a woman in a wheelchair busy on her phone. "Yes, I was paying attention" said Lady of the Night, still playing a game. The courier cleared his throat and said, “You have a message from the Dahomeyian Rulership.” “Oh so I have a message from Message”, Lady of the Night said laughing. Lady of the Night looked at the screen and Message seemed out of breath. Her words came out so fast that Lady of the Night put her finger to the screen and said, “Honey, I need you to slow down. How can I help you?”
Message gasped and said, There is a force on our home planet that is trying to destroy us. I need the resources of the Federation in order to fight it. Arthur is already here and the Covenantial Project is on his way. I know you are the Battlefare Commander of Earth so can you forward us resources to fight this threat? Lady of the Night replied, I can send a Battlefare Expeditionary Force under Breastplate-Bearer to aid the Dahomeyian Armed Forces. We would need three days to get mobilized and another week to arrive at Dahomeyia. So Message, don’t move until they come. Agreed?  “Yes”, Message said, but she held one of her hands behind her back and crossed her fingers. Lady of the Night sighed and said, “Message don’t think that you are slick. If you do a preemptive strike and it doesn’t go well the consequences are on you.” Message turned from smiling to scowling, crossed her arms in front of her and said. “Alright.”
Message clicked off the screen and Arthur sat there with Excalibur. Message threw up her hands and grumbled, “No one wants me to attack but I don’t even understand the threat. He might as well be an urban legend.” Arthur stood up and said, “Get me a person to pilot a mechanism and I will do a Battlefare Reconnaissance on Mythology. I’ll turn this urban legend into a cautionary tale.” Message clapped her hands and said, “I’ll drive you in my chariot to where the Mechanisms are.”They arrived at the Mechanisms and Arthur was examining them. He said to one of the people in the hallway, “ My good man, do you know how to pilot a machine. "The young man nodded yes and Arthur mused, “You will do.” Arthur got into the Mechanism and Message hollered as he was leaving, “Keep me updated. Use the Mechanism log to record Battlefare data on him. By the time you get back we will be ready for war.” Message giggled at the thought of going to war again and the young man piloting the Mechanism thought that it was strange, but dare not say anything. Arthur took off.
The Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons was talking to a Manyman and he was saying, “I convinced my Rulership to do the rational and sane thing and hold off attacking until we are strong enough to win. “The Manyman then asked, “Then what is that ship going to where Mythology lives. The Peacemonger bit his tongue so hard and cursed under his breath and then yelled,
“Message is such an idiot!”

I looked like the angel who fought the devil, so I was called Michael
But my signs were dire and going down, even though they were vital.
But all my family prayed for me on their knees with hands on their Bible.
They called for a Savior even when I was in the incubator.
Attached to tubes and machines, breathing like Darth Vader.
Suddenly a hand stirred, and my eyes twitched as I could understand words.
I must have heard the voice of the Lord unslurred as his commands were heard.
I was brought home from the hospital, with God all things are possible.
Because of the faith we placed in him, even early birth was not an obstacle.
God decreed that the world needed a soldier, I would be given at a general winter date.
And because I would live, I would not suffer the death of a sinner’s fate.

I made a call to the man upstairs.
I heard a voice say, Please hold.
So I grabbed on as hard as I could
Really took hold with both hands.
Because I was not about to let that go.
I knew that there would be a penalty.
But I also knew what was handed to me
And I said I would rather risk a good run
Then watch them pass and lose it all.

I’m not saying I love you.
I’m just saying you are the Friday of my life.
Every day I am with you feels like prom
And every time I think of you it is like Christmas.
I did not say I love you.
I showed you that you are my world.

I move in the area where ghosts reside when they are no longer counted as part of the living.
I wasn’t sent but somebody sent for me.
Because I come from a place that was a garden, but when I left it was abandoned.
Don’t mourn for it, don’t mourn for me.
Because when the sustenance stopped everyone should have known.
It is always better to find a place than to be displaced.
There was comfort there, I wanted to reach destiny.
So I counted the days that it could not rain until it outnumbered the seasons.
I saw a chance and seized the opportunity.
Because gardens are great but you can’t live outside forever.
And memories don’t build houses for me to live in.
The weather is never right and eventually all climate just becomes burdensome.
I moved in silence until only my actions could speak for themselves.
Now I feel like I belong, but I hope I won’t be long.
Because I looked up at the sky again, and it did not rain.
And the dryness in my throat says it’s about that time.

In life, I do not have haters
I would rather call them commentators.
Because the refuse to step up and become debaters.
Criticizing me must be the new flavor.
Because they cant get me out of their mouth to savor.
Don’t they recognize I can be the world’s savior.
That is why my skin is the color of Darth Vader.
But I am not their father, they are orphan baiters.
That is why I have to cut them off with this razor.

Psychiatry sat America on the couch
And said Tell me about yourself.
America was referred to by the World Caucus
Who had to stage an intervention
Because they feared for America
America was getting out of control.
Staying out late at night in other countries.
Getting drunk on oil.
People warned, All this oil you like will lead to fire
And burn your chest.
Being told to leave and refusing to do so,
Saying This isn’t colonialism.
This is nation-building
Finally getting kicked out and told never to come back.
Throwing Democratic and Republican Parties alike into a mess.
The world caucus was worried
So they referred them to psychiatry.

America tried to explain itself.
Tried to justify
Saying, I stand for freedom
Psychiatry replied, Maybe it is better to sit down.
America continued
I said in my birth certificate that all men are created equal.
Psychiatry answered
Frowning,
Yes but not blacks
Or women,
Or Native Americans
Or even white men without land.
So that all men, was really all men who fit a certain profile.
What men did you actually mean?
America stammered.
But we changed!
Psychiatry scolded
You needed to have the most awful fight
That nearly destroyed yourself
Killed many of your relatives.
Before you could see those of a darker skin as equal
And even today it is so bad it is called America’s original sin.
But that is neither here nor there.
Continue.

America then waved its hands
Started rocking back and forth
And intoned.
I fought in the War to End all Wars.
Then after that in the most modern war
Then in the Cold War
Then the War on Terrorism
And I never received a piece of land from any of them.
Psychiatry replied in a stern tone- You were not supposed to.
You can’t congratulate yourself on an action you should not have done anyway.
The world applauds your sacrifice.
Now what you are doing is not so much sacrifice
But compulsive behavior.
Because you have been at war so long
You forgot how to make peace.
Be honest, you are not at peace with yourself
Because you cannot fight everyone you have a disagreement with.
And saying this is nation-building
Was the same as calling the Trail of Tears relocation.
Slave-owners Mistaken Founding Fathers
The Civil War The War between the States
And religious discrimination- the rightful exercise of war power.
Don’t you see that the relabeling you have done to yourself
You have exported to the world.
But the world will not put up with it.
So what are you going to do.
America said, I might need a follow-up session.
Psychiatry said, Good.
© 12 minutes ago

I dared to take a voice to put inside
My box of chest, so sturdy and gold
I looked, alas, it wants to hide.
I’m sad it looks at me with sighs untold

My heritage is made of chest, so strong to speak
I search to say my peace, all that I breathe
The flesh is feared, I cant because I’m weak.
I nod my head and step aside to leave.

I find my breath by inch, I climb to grace.
I view audience claps with glee and joy.
My box of chest now speaks inside my face.
And there is man, where there was boy.

An orator is born,  in place of  flesh.4
Is there a throne, where there was box of chest?

The Alliance Project raised an eyebrow and said, I have heard of him before.
But I thought he was killed by Paris in the mythological Trojan War
They used a bow, and he was hit in the heel and fell down dead and simple.
I remember I hurt my heel once but I survived, so much for him being invincible.
Message looked at him and continued, He was to get the Parisia Bow that slayed.
Lady of the Night and Breastplate-Bearer looked at each other the same time dismayed.
The Covenantial Project chimed in, He is the son of Vibrate, who was also known as Thetis.
Feces? Asked The Alliance Project, No Thetis, the one who got the remains of Achilles
She vowed that any lifeform who would do this was only worthy of death.
And since Troy was gone, Thetis said that no one could survive who had breath.
Message and Lady of the Night stood there were mouths open, astounded.
The Covenantial Project said, She was given the powers of Vibrate by the Founded.
She then set up the Council of the Faceless Tongues, and made an alliance with Drozen.
But watching them do all of this was a supreme entity called the Committee of the Chosen.

Lady of the Night asked, So what do we do now, and The Covenantial Project said.
We must get that bow to shoot Achilles in his heel, so that we can **** him dead.
His heel is his weak spot, but also he is looking for Hepastionite armor to wear.
But this armor causes madness after a while, because the strength is too much to bear.
The Alliance Project said, Then we must split up, and make sure not to confront Achilles until necessary.
Because if we try to take on Achilles without our full strength, he would get the best of we.
Message said, There is one more thing we need to get, and that is the Myrimidon Helmet.
This Helmet gives the wearer war-vision, and makes him invincible in combat.
The Dragon-Power then spoke as a whole, The resources of the Federation are at your disposal.
Because our brethren dinosaurs are not alive to see this because of Vibrate, they are all fossils.
Lady of the Night took her Nike sling and said, I will get the bow and act as the marksman.
You two lovers get the rest of the other stuff, we should start moving and stop talking.
They set out to find the weapons, which were a needle in a needle stack.

Breastplate-Bearer asked Message, do you measure your life by human years or dog ones?
She shot him a look that told him and everyone else in the room that she was the wrong one.
They walked out of the door of the Arurian Tower, and Message and the Alliance Project left.
The Covenantial Project went to communicate with the rest of the Federation with his heft.
The Alliance Project said, It’s getting late, so we can search tomorrow, today we play basketball.
Message jumped up and down and said, Oh goodie! I bet I can put baskets inside of them all.
The Alliance Project suppressed a smile as they came to the court, and gave Message the rock.
Message kept shooting and missing and The Alliance Project called out in his talk
You’re supposed to shoot as if you want to make it, as Message ran after her shot.
Message held the ball out with her hands and said You take it, This basket hates me a lot.
The Alliance Project took the basketball and shot it, all of his shots were swish.
Message looked at him with her mouth open, as The Alliance Project did not miss.
He said, I used to play college basketball, and I still play pick-up games without defeat.
We can play one-on one to 11, and I will school you on how to play basketball in these streets
Message tried to play defense, but her stance was all wrong and one time she got crossed.
The Alliance Project scored 5 baskets in a row, and she looked very lost.
Suddenly she smiled, and then as he got the ball to shoot she got close.
The Alliance Project looked into her eyes, and suddenly he froze.
Message stole the ball and went in for a lay-up and threw the ball in the air.
She raised her hands in frustration and said, You win! I cant make it and I don’t care.
The Alliance Project got the ball and said, It’s ok, we can call it a tie.
We are all good at certain things, you might be good at,,, at,,, Then he sighed.
Good at what?, She demanded, as she approached him like it was a march.
The Alliance Project stepped back and said, Good at having the keys to my heart.

I say I am the good.
Nothing good can come of this
Even though they told me
I refuse to simply believe
They say this day cannot be my day
If it is dark here it is light there.
And I want to go there
Maybe they see where the sun went.
I don’t see why they are so loud
The dogs all bark
There must be sun somewhere
I saw it with mine own eyes
The light was blinding
I wanted to see the sunrise
I did not think the sun came up so early
It is the story of my life
This is not  just inspiration

I see that you are aiming where I stand.
You think this genius is on command.
Swift to come in a speech that is canned.
I just take intelligence by the hand.
I must be known inside this adopted homeland.
You can’t build my castle upon the sand.
Because I’m sitting on a hundred grand.
I’m kidding, but don’t you know this is a brand.
Because this flyness is not autopilot,  it is manned.

The president was about to address the people.
One of his staffers was worried.
He said to himself, I hadn’t actually see him prepare.
I saw him watch TV.
He was on the golf course.
The president before him prepared extensively.
Had teams to write out what he would say.
The staffer called out, Mr. President!
Have you been briefed?
The president shook his head and said no.
I would have looked at the briefs.
But there was a movie.
And then it was time for take out.
The staffer shook his head and said, You didn’t go anywhere.
The president retorted, I sent Secret Service.
To get me the Big Mac with the sauce.
Because lately the White House chefs have been slipping.
But enough of that, I have to address this crowd.
Besides, it is like driving north.
As long as you can see the sun you are fine.
And I am good.
The president stepped out into applause.
As the staffer kept hitting his head with his hand.
Saying.
I don’t know if he is the caretaker of the White House.
Or the White House is the caretaker for him!

I am a proud American.
But they say that pride goes before a fall.
I told them every year fall comes around.
So the American summer must be all pride.
Because summer is before pride.
And in summer we celebrate Independence Day.
Too bad we don’t celebrate Independence Eve.
The last day that we were not free.

Imagine if the time came to sign the Declaration of Independence.
And there was nothing to sign it with.
Panic all around.
White wigs falling as they scramble to find writing utensils.
So we can see gray hair and no hair.
Someone crying out, How will Britain know we are independent
If we do not sign this Declaration.
Then it is just a paper full of grievances and complaints!
It would sound like whining!

Someone yelling out, “The ink is made from geese.
We must prepare a fattened geese
And extract the ink from it.
Hurry, hurry!
Another voice screamed, You fool!
The pen is made from geese
Not the ink!

In comes John Hancock.
With the writing implement.
He came in saying, No need to torment geese
They will be our dinner in time.
I will sign first.
Then he started to sign.
And his signature took up half the document.
And said with pride, I wrote it so that George III can read.
Without having to use glasses.
But how would George III read it
If the Declaration of Independence stayed in America?
The others sign.
And now I can say I am a proud American.
Because there is an America to be proud of.

I remember when I was young
It was in elementary school.
The teacher told us not to bring our toys
To leave our toys at home
Because now was the time to learn
Not for toys.
One boy did not listen
But he never listened
His name was Deshaun.
He had an Optimus Prime toy.
Deshaun said it was his best friend
We did not argue
He brought it every day.
But one day,
Tyler yelled out in class
Loud, for those of us in the back
Teacher, Deshaun has a toy!
He’s not supposed to have it!
Deshaun turned his face
Just his face
His body was turned toward the  front.
And said in a shrill voice
IS IT YOUR BUSINESS?!!
I guess it wasn’t
Because the class was silent
He even brought the toy home
I guess Optimus Prime got to go to Cybertron once more.

We spill ink
Like we spill milk
Onto the ground
But we say that it is not our fault
Because the spill was already there
But why does it say words, and touch my heart.
Ok so maybe I spilled it on purpose.
To make a gourmet treat for all of us to enjoy
But on the ground though?!
This ground brings us closer together
So we can kneel and admire what I wrote
Why use paper
When you can use Earth’s platform?
But who is going to pick it up?
Who said anything about picking it up
It will stay there
Because ink like this on the floor
Is meant to be admired, not cleaned.

I spoke about her like the dictionary needed to know her name
So much so
That people teased,
You sure like her
I would get to blushing and stammering
We are just good friends
Who hang out all the time
And talk into the night when the sun refuses to shine
But I’m happy with where we are
Then she said she was going back to school
I hoped that it would not affect our friendship
Friendship?
Is a friendship so vital as to be affected by this.
I hoped not.
Maybe this friendship is more than I thought
And I need to think about what to do next.
But I hope you do well in school
Because I would hate for you to be disappointed.

Poetry
I stepped in from the outside.
Glad to be back.
From the place where I could not touch the waters.
The waters yelled I'll tag you first.
So now I'm IT.
But when I was ready to run after
They decided to play hide and seek.
Wrong game waters, wrong game.
The skyline was not picture-perfect
Where the sun refused to start shining.
And then came out.
But I am the one who is to seek.......
Sun I don't think you know how to play this game.
Because this is not how this game works.
This is not how any game works.

I made my bed outside
It was a water bed.
And I think there is a hole in it.
That wasn't there when I took it outside.
I am sinking, I am falling
I am melting.
Then a voice said You are not melting, stop being dramatic
Stand up.
But I cannot lie in it.
Because there were ants.
Or rather, Ain’ts
From Aunts
These aunts saying Ain’t you supposed to be married  by now.
I sigh
Deeply.
Kids walk by me.
And forget to walk by.
No don't leave your food there you will attract the ants and the aunts with their aint's.
I just came outside to eat.
Show me the way to fulfillment.

But I saw that there were lines.
Long lines.
Short Lines.
I could not see the end of the long or short line.
All of these  line are  in the way
Of where I wanted to be.
Lines that were not moving.
So I sigh
Again
And put a blanket down.
I miss my water bed.
One of those people in those lines came by.
Wow.
And said, Do you need anything?
I may not have the most sustenance
But we can play catch.
I looked at her
And she was indeed a catch.
Oops, I said that out loud.
With the covering of swine silly, she laughed.
I can travel through this pigskin to you on the other side.
This time I made sure to keep that thought in my head.
Good thing she cannot hear how fast I said that.
I spoke so fast internally the thought almost became speech.
Such thoughts when nurtured become our truth.

So we played catch until sundown.
We should have called it drop.
Because she caught the football on her end.
And I dropped the football on mine.
I could not even claim that the sun was in my eyes.
But I did say the sun is in my hands.
I even tried a one handed catch
And the other hand said Stick to two-handed dropping.
My brethren hand said this monstrosity hurts his fingers.
With every throw I did, she had to come closer.
Hey they call it catch, not pass.
My arms were almost reaching her
With every back and forth
We even threw once in a while.
Until we hugged at the end of catch.
In the darkness I came home.
Poetry.
I could get my sustenance now that I’m here.
Never mind.
I received all I needed from the outside.

It’s all word for the best, they refused to leave so I stirred the nest.
Put branches with the pointy side up, I preferred no rest.
The people could not sit down, because of the discomfort.
It was missing hurt, so I took them up on eagle wings.
They were enjoying the ride as a new people’s spring.
I went to the top, and I did what some would call an illegal thing.
Suddenly I turned, and to their horror they started falling.
I could hear their calling, and it was appalling but they had to start hauling.
This is not sink or swim, because  I think to win, so I will stand by.
We’re gonna die! Flap and try, When you want to rise you will, command I.
I could see them coming up to reach me, I am glad I did not sound preachy.
Because do as I do, not just as I say, and if you follow me I can teach thee.
Isn’t poetry much the same way, with the nest and  flight.
Every time I write a new poem I am unsure if it is right.
That’s when my nest has to push me to where it is bright.
An eagle that never learns to fly, will be food for predators.
And what would the world be, without me pursued by metaphors.

I am Abner
Commander of Saul’s Army
The Lord’s Army.
I have met this David
Of which many goodness is spoken.
I saw that he was brave
But he would need skills in battle to become a warrior.
I trained him with Jonathan.
Jonathan was quicker with the spear.
His hand traveled faster with the spear to the target.
While David was still pulling back his arm.
Jonathan's spear stuck through so much it was hard to take out.
But David's spear nicked the target then fell to the ground.
I am sure that it is because Jonathan was more skilled
Because of practice
Because of experience
And also, because he was stronger.
He had the height of his father
The heart of his father.
But not his rage.
Jonathan was a better warrior that the King because he kept a cool head.

I’m sure David’s skill with staff and sling did not prepare him for spearwork.
But David was relentless in his pursuit.
And eventually with practice
He learned how to march and not always run
Gradually learned how to fire a bow from distance.
Dare I say, better than Jonathan
I guess it was because his skill with the sling
Helped him with missile weaponry.
But I had to tell him to always aim.
And that just because you could fire 13 arrows in a minute
Did not mean it was reasonable to do so.
So eventually over time, David grew
Even though when he stopped he was at Jonathan’s shoulders.
I knew he would be a general.
So I made him one of my commanders.
Then a servant came to where me, Jonathan, and David were.
Saying that the Philistines were coming.
I hoped David was ready for war.
Because he understood warfare
And not just fighting now.

I am Abner
Commander of Saul’s Army
The Lord’s Army.
I have met this David
Of which many goodness is spoken.
I saw that he was brave
But he would need skills in battle to become a warrior.
I trained him with Jonathan.
Jonathan was quicker with the spear.
His hand traveled faster with the spear to the target.
While David was still pulling back his arm.
I am sure that it is because Jonathan was more skilled
Because of practice
Because of experience
And also, because he was stronger.
He had the height of his father
The heart of his father.
But not his rage.
Jonathan was a better warrior that the King because he kept a cool head.

I’m sure David’s skill with staff and sling did not prepare him for spearwork.
But David was relentless in his pursuit.
And eventually with practice
He learned how to march and not always run
Gradually learned how to fire a bow from distance.
Dare I say, better than Jonathan
I guess it was because his skill with the sling
Helped him with missile weaponry.
But I had to tell him to always aim.
And that just because you could fire 13 arrows in a minute
Did not mean it was reasonable to do so.
So eventually over time, David grew
Even though when he stopped he was at Jonathan’s shoulders.
I knew he would be a general.
So I made him one of my commanders.
Then a servant came to where me, Jonathan, and David were.
Saying that the Philistines were coming.
I hoped David was ready for war.
Because he understood warfare
And not just fighting now.

Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night were arguing on the way.
You must wear one of the breastplates because you are the Beta knight I say!
Lady of the Night replied, No need for a breastplate, I have my Nebulae garment.
That breastplate is no good for stealth, and one of us would need to creep to confuse
See how  it even has a hood that can show the face of anyone I would chose.
Message interjected, Is this what we have to put up with the whole way to fight Drozen?
Lady of the Night replied, Hush I put the hands of life on you and I can take them off again.
Breastplate-Bearer did not have a care in the world, he went to the back to take a stretch.
Suddenly the Isotrain Mechanism started to go down, and Message screams, We are next!
Dragon-Man cried out Prepare for war! Breastplate-Bearer said We are already there, friend.
He put his hand on Dragon-Man’s shoulder and said, I will be with you to fight until the bitter end.
Dragon-Man shook Breastplate-Bearer then yelled, This is not the end, we will breakthrough.
Message replied, We should be careful when fighting Drozen, the Faceless Tongues can take you.

The Isotrain Mechanism crashed on Asteroid T89, and Lady of the Night asked, Hold our ground?
Dragon-Man replied, It is always best to take the battle to them, when the war is all around.
So Dragon-Man and Breastplate-Bearer took the equipment out and it was fiercesome.
Dragon-Man said, I am the Alpha Knight, with the Abyss Sword, and the Isotrain Mechanism pilot.
Lady of the Night replied, I am the Beta Knight, with the Nike Sling and  the Paroah Chariot,
Breastplate-Bearer intoned, I am the Delta Knight, with the Space-craft Vehicle, a one-man breed
And Message said, We are the Nova Knighthood Way of the Federation, Drozen must bleed.
The rest of them looked at Message as if her world had beings with three necks and two heads.

The Diablo-Robots started attacking, and the Nova Knighthood Way was in it’s first action.
The Abyss Sword starting storing dry lighting and rained it down on Diablo-Robots flashing.
They started to scream that it burns, and Dragon-Man said, I want the bravest ones dead first.
Lady of the Night went up behind a Diablo Robot, and push him off the Asteroid to his worst.
Message used the Hades-Grasp to make sure all of those who reached her felt their last touch.
And Breastplate-Bearer was fighting as if it was his morning commute with no rush.
He yelled out, This is a fine grapple my friends, but the ones were too consumed to respond.
That day the afterlife was filled with Diablo-Robots who went to The Great Beyond.
The battlefield was ****** with Diablo-Robots, and soon they all turned around and fled.
It was the sort of fight situation where the brave were no more and the living envied the dead.

The Isotrain Mechanism has to be fixed, Lady of the Night said with some resignation.
I am the man for this job and all the other ones as well, Breastplate-Bearer said without hesitation.
Soon Breastplate- Bearer fixed it, and they were on their way to their destination.
Drozen, said a shrill voice on the Fathership where Drozen met the Diablo Robots who had trepidation.
This is Etil of the Dragon Power, the Nova Knighthood’s are on their way as my blessing.
I trust that you will give them both a warm welcome and a splendid reception.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was trying to navigate with Lady of the Night playing backseat driver.
Breast-plate Bearer was snoozing at the back, so still he looked not alive.
And Message just hoping that Drozen was there with his head when they finally arrived.

My heart beats for 25 hours a day.
That extra hour is for being born before my time.
So instead of those heartbeats echoing in an ultrasound
They were in intensive care.
Doctors said if his heart stops beating, he will pass on.
But there will be no memories inside that crowned head
There would be nothing but a body to bury
And a lot of what could have beens.
It would be a shame that he would be covered in soil
No longer able to soil himself
Before he could say his own name.
My fingers grasped weakly at the air.
My mouth gasped for air
I could not close either to take hold
My eyes blurred by the waters of an IV.
Encased in a body too weak to make fluid.
That hour was probably best spent in a womb.
Count off the hours to make months.
But the world probably needed me now.
I needed to be in the world even more.
My first grin was in this isolation chamber.
I’m sure my first thought was it is good to be alive.
It is better to be in the world wrinkled
Because I will leave the world the same way

Message put on Lady of the Night’s garment, and it changed her countenance
Take this watch, Dragon-Man said, it is the access to the Winged Fire-Lance.
You press this button on top and then the Fire Lance is yours to wield.
This is just a reconnaissance mission and Message curtly replied, If Drozen comes I will not yield.
This Winged Lance-fire is the perfect instrument to pierce Drozen’s chest box.
Dragon-Man shook his head but he knew there was no use arguing when the SheTalkMan talks.
So Message left the Isotrain Mechanism to go to the Logre Market to buy
And also to inquire where Drozen was, because Message also appointed herself a spy.

Legate, one of the Federation is here, the traveler with the Nourishless Caravans said with glee.
I don’t concern myself with a mere mouthpiece, that is a tiny morsel, the Legate replied to he.
Message came to the market, and asked, Excuse me, but have you seen the Drozen creature.
I am looking for Commander of the Numberless Clans who is this high with these features.
The being replied, I’m confused, I thought you were here to barter and watch gladiators?
Message yelled, You don’t sound like a Scimitan, and she drew out her Celestial Blade Saber.
He kneeled with terrified pleas, Please, your Imperial Candidacy, I am a Dahomeyian  who came here to survive.
If I tell you where Drozen is, he will make sure I will not remain soon alive.
Message put the Celestial Blade Saber back in the Estateian Scabbard, and said, Subject follow me.
You will use these Premo-Cartridge Gems to purchase the Federation some elite weaponry.
Meanwhile I will hunt for Drozen, using the Decipherment Charter to receive what you know.
Drozen has been reaping Death across these Realmic spans, and it is time for him to pay what he owe!

Message and the Dahomeyian Subject set off, and soon reached the market with this plan to destroy.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was waiting in the wings with the Isotrain Mechanism, shielded by the alloy.
The Dahomeyian Subject went to the bartering station, and asked, I would like some fire power.
The person threw back his head and laughed mocking, I am sure you would, this is the final hour.
Help, Help! The Dahomeyian cried out, and Message started running to this man’s aid.
The man stood up and said, Diablo-Robots arise, and suddenly the place was filled with with raid.
So you are alone, Drozen taunted, as Message took out the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire Lance.
Is this the way to treat the suitor you spurned because as an Imperial Candidate you couldn’t handle romance?
I have already sunk an Anvilic Block  into this Dahomeyian’s mind, and if you don’t come he will die.
Message was so shocked at this sheer evil that she, for once, was unable to reply.

Message extended her Celestial Blade Saber into the Dahomeyian’s head, and he fell with a thud.
Lady of the Night yelled out, No! And Message down below said, Take heed this is the first shed blood.
Drozen screamed, Attack, attack, and Dragon-Man said, This is the War the Federation was built for.
So let us go as the Federation to conquer in victory, because Message needs us for this  Battlefare war.
The Isotrain-Mechanism began firing, and Breast-plate Bearer was laughing as the missiles hit.
What’s so funny, Lady of the Night barked, Oh it is amusing the one who speaks would start conflict.
Message was on the ground, and used both her weapons to deadly effect.
Dragon-Man told Breastplate-Bearer to stay and fire, while the Federation went in the Paroah chariot.

The Paroah Chariot rumbled over the ground, hitting Diablo-Robots and rolling over their remains.
The battle was sometime fierce, and those who were dead had a better fate than those in pain.
Message was fighting alongside, and Dragon-Man used the Abyss Sword for deadly lightling.
The Diablo-Robots fell back terrified, because the blinding heat was so frightening.
Drozen cried out, Advance, but they stood by sullen, afraid of this fight.
Then stepping forward to speak and break the impasse was Lady of the Night.
I offer a solution for this impasse, because neither you nor us can win this toil
We will offer you Message for a Claimant joust, and the victor will gain all spoil.
Message said I volunteer on behalf of my people-nation, to save this planet I will be a  gladiator.
Because I left one planet that was destroyed, so this one I can be a savior.
Dragon-Man whispered, are you crazy, and Lady of the Night said Reinforcements are coming.
The Covenantial Project is leading them, but we need to stall for the time being.
This Claimant Joust will give us time, and Message can handle herself.
I just need my garment back, so I could disguise as a Diablo-Robot for stealth.

Message was on the Alieno-Machine, and Drozen said, Now we as brethren are united.
We should have a lover’s quarrel every now and then so that none of us are dead.
It is better to step forward in my presence, then hide forever in the shadows.
Message defiantly replied, I stay there because it is my position to continue battle.
Drozen said haughtily, Battle, how could you say such horrible things and who really sent ye?
Message banged on the door and yelled, I come as the Imperial Candidate to pass judgment to execute thee.
Drozen said, Fine, if that is what you wish, you can lose this Claimant Joust and be gone.
In the midst of it all Lady of the Night was watching in her garment, and wondered what the hell  was going on.

The Federation prepared to fight The Conflict, the one that would ensure their survival.
Because Vibrate had come to join her son, and announced her diabolical arrival.
Lady of the Night bent over in her wheelchair and said, I feel something searing in my chest.
Breastplate-Bearer said, It’s not your fault your heart burned your body, it hasn’t learned to rest.
The Alliance Project retorted, Its not heartburn you fool, he looked at Lady of the Night with  fear
Message chimed Do CPR and the Heimlich Maneuver on her, and the rest of them looked at her weird.
Lady of the Night waved them off, It is alright, I will just take some pills and I will be good to go.
The hatred I have for Achilles is more than the paralysis I feel in my right toe.
Breastplate-Bearer said, Oh no your toe is dead, will it have to be buried.
She glared at him and said, Just wheel me into the Isotrain Mechanism, and hurry!

They entered into the Isotrain Mechanism and Drent called out, we are right behind you.
The Alliance Project stepped forward to pilot it, and said, All hands are on deck to fight too!
Vibrate spoke so they all heard, Me and my son are reunited, and we will destroy.
Any ship or set of ships your pathetic Federation and allies seek to deploy.
Lady of the Night said, We must get eyes into Vibrate’s ship so we can penetrate.
She said, I still have my Concealment Garment, and The Alliance Project said, The price is too great.
Message piped up, Yeah your heart just attacked your body, and kicked you in the belly.
Lady of the Night snorted, That’s pregnancy you *****, The Alliance Project replied You aren’t healthy.
You are of more use to us wielding your bow from long range where you are safe.
I will take the garment and go in, because it is better for me to take your place.
The Covenantial Project said, We need you to direct the forces from the outside.
Besides Vibrate can smell those of the Dragon-Power, we could not rescue you if you died.
Message interrupted, I can get in, because they would never suspect that it is me.
Give me the garment I will disguise as a Netherbeast, and open up the spaceship for thee.
Lady of the Night gave the Nebula Garment and Message was transforming.
The Covenantial Project, Just be careful you are not consumed by the evilness of the Netherbeast, that is my warning.

Message left the Isotrain Mechanism, and had to figure out a way in.
She did not have her Death hand but she had claws, so she killed a Guardian.
Nihilist came around and asked, All clear, and Message discovered she could not speak.
So she just nodded her head, and Nihilist left, and Message wondered why she felt weak.
She got into the AuntyShip, and Vibrate was giving Achilles and Nihilist commands.
Message went in closer so she could hear what the Chief Conquistador demands.
Nihilist said, One of the Netherbeasts was acting weird, I think they might be a spy.
Message froze in her tracks, and Vibrate said, Find them and make sure that they die.
Message knew that she had to transform from Netherbeast back to herself to fight.
But she pulled down the garment and instantly she knew something was not right.
Message had forgot to account for the fact she was bigger than Lady of the Night.
Because it was tight, and just would not come off no matter how much she pulled hard.
Finally Message ripped it off, and got out her Celestial Blade Saber to guard.
Message talked to The Alliance Project and told him, I have changed the plan.
She looked up and saw Nihilist who said, You will die here where you stand.

If you cried me a river
I would walk on that water to get away.
Can’t you see my reflection through the waters
Because my face is also blinded by tears.
You say that you are not crying.
It is just the rain.
I said, out loud.
Rain does not just hit the face.
But sorrow does.
Regret does.
And the reason why we give flowers to patients
Lay a wreath down for the fallen.
Is because our need for regret must be satisfied.
While appreciation sits there hungry.
Because I did not cry a river.
I just used the water from my face to write your name in the sand.
And walked away.
At least my footprints will remain.
Until the river you cried washes them away.

I used to walk on sinful ground, but I now talk to him spell bound
Been blocked but still found the Jesus who died to save personally
I was enslaved but mercifully, he took my grave curse on a tree
Mary carried this son, the Godhead in one, in his flesh form.
The God with us was built into her belly, and this was God’s blessed born.
Some assembly was required but it just had to be, this was the Messiah.
Jesus came to  Earth with no flyer, to wash man’s ***** laundry with no dryer.
The Son had bled for our sins but was raised up from the dead.
To save man became one instead, on the cross it is done he said
No hamper because nothing possible could hamper his anointing.
His blood was wound for our sins, and his grace gave us God’s appointment.
God saw Jesus come up out of the waters and said that I’ll honor that
Judas betrayed him for coins like the ones you use at the laundromat.
He got pieces but no peace because he betrayed the Prince of Peace.
Jesus said I must decrease and told Peter stand down and put down your piece.
The package of Mary’s pregnancy placed to purchase to pay for this prize.
Save from the demise, Satan’s lies, Jesus is our star who needed this great enterprise.
When Christ carried the cross, it was a trek through our space, that he must do to rise.
The only craft Jesus needed was the wood he gave his life on, he had the last laugh.
Jesus is  the Word, so when his blood was spilled, the ground saw its holy paragraphs.
Mankind held Jesus close but God warned that our hands will break this action figure.
His passion’s bigger, because when Jesus broke bread he had an old-fashioned dinner
The day after was grim, soldiers pierced his side, and there was to be found no smiles.
The soldiers posted up Jesus on the cross as his status and he became a profile.
Life and Birth prophesized Christ walked the earth ostracized
When Christ breathed his last, he paid it so the curse also died
They tried to block him, but Jesus walked out the tomb just like the texts said.
So God could slide into our DMs for us to communicate as best friends.

I’ve heard about pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
But what about a rat, what about that.
Because it was to be eaten by a cat.
So the cat kept pulling everything but mice.
The cat got annoyed that rats would not come out twice
The cat looked into the hat and said I know Ive done it before.
And if there is one rat, I am sure that there could be more!
Finally, the cat reached into the hat and pulled out a bat.
The cat shrugged its shoulders and said, Bats are rats with wings.
I guess I cannot be picky about eating anything.
It reached to eat the bat, but the bat took off and flew tonight.
The cat looked at the hat and yelled, You cant do anything right!

Then, the sigh of relief
So many expectations
This time of year is so stressful
I tell them who I am.
Like they always should have known me
Right on time.
I walk in like my presence was always necessary
The secretary says Hi.
A sigh of relief
It is expected I hand it in soon
The clock is ticking
I looked at the exam
What has he done here
I put down some corrections
I was so glad I can do this at home
I have so much emotion I start singing
The computer freezes
Why did he write this so awkwardly
Time is far gone
I want to finish soon
Why didn’t I pick a different passion
So much work
Good thing I think I’m good at multi-tasking.
Winter break is almost here.
If I had to be in the classroom right now I don’t know what I would do.
So many questions and all eyes on me
Let’s get this thing done.
Now all the papers are on the floor
Good thing the class is graded on a curve
Makes it a lot easier that way
I relax and say it is not so bad
See, now the hard part is done.

I wanted to be invited
To be given the chance to RSVP
So I could politely decline.
By invitation.
I am a gentleman, after all.
Say that I was pre-occupied that day.
There will be no plus one.
But thank you for the invitation.
That you put a lot of thought into
Putting me ahead of someone who could have made it.

Pick out the suit I would not wear.
Choose shoes that would not be for that day.
Because the distance is pretty great.
And my work has work of its own.
The secretaries have secretaries
It is so busy.
All of the hotels are booked.
Because of the concert that was yesterday.
They are staying for the tailgate for football.
Football’s not in season?
I did not mean that football.
I meant soccer.
Minor-league soccer.

You did not give me a chance to have a good excuse over the phone.
Maybe, just maybe you knew.
The types of excuses I would have.
And your day was more important than excuses
It required effort.
So I guess that somebody can make it after all.

I wanted to be Wikipedia famous.
So famous that when you Googled my name.
It would come with a Wikipedia article.
One day I did just that.
And my name popped up.
I was intrigued.
Finally, they recognized me for my Marvel blog.
I kept telling them Loki did not have to die.
So I clicked on the link.

It had my information
And then.
Oh no.
It said I went to the Hill school!
The Hill School was our high school rival.
I mean, my high school rival.
I still have to get over this bandwagon thing.
Every homecoming, they would win.
I guess it was not like any home I would like to claim.
They called it homecoming, but only one team would show up
To claim victory.
The past is in the past though.
They are a good school.

So I will let it slide just because…
What is this blasphemy!
The article says I went to Boston College.
What nonsense!
They are my rival too!
I mean our rival.
My school would be mad to see that
I alone claimed a personal vendetta.
That was there before my time.
This is madness.
Someone wrote a Wikipedia article about my life.
Just to put in that I went to all my rival schools
Who would do such a thing?
But I had to laugh
Because whoever did it.
Is such a genius.

All the men in me want war
And the eye that is bathed in the baptism in the sunrise
Also wants to be the heart that has no pain.
Calm down son, calm down.
But there is no calm or down here.
I just have to remember what was said.
What was spoken.
I think it was a whisper, I hope it was a shout
They placed hands on me
Because they were peacekeepers.
But no good can happen
When you don’t just want war
You are battle.
So when you have to sign treaties
You sigh and say
Now I want peace but these men in me won’t lay down their arms.
Even though they  are so depleted.
These canines of burden only now have the stones in front to throw
And I’m now a glass house.

Your spirit is the one I want to woo
You ask but what about my heart
I reply baby I want to be with all of you.
To stay with you and never depart.

So please give my this chance
And forgive me for this newfound charm
Because this is more than like it is romance.
I would love to have you in my arms and on my arm.

These arms are attached to love handles
The love came because of passion.
The fire inside is our bond and more than candles
Such love we have is never out of fashion.

It is sweet like the honey which comes from the bees
The birds can bring their own spice to complete.
I want to ask even if I have to get down on my knees
And you blushing say get back on my feet.

Your life added to mine would accentuate
The parts of living that are most dear.
My life has turned from second-best to first-rate.
When I asked for you love in this place here.

So please love me kind and tender.
I gave my all so I could ask this question.
I hope that nothing could come and hinder.
Because my time with you is a divine blessing.

Here I am on bended knee
hoping to make you mine;
starting with this chocolate rose,
will you be my Valentine?

I want to speak to you
In a language I cannot understand.
That has never been written down.
With words that were not created by me
So I cannot take full credit
But I find useful for my purposes
They said it should be easy
That I should just be able to say how I feel.
Not with this tongue.
And those who said it is nothing
Never knew what it is like to give their everything to someone else.
Or they would be nervous too
Because these words that are worth saying
Are worth a second thought
I said I did not understand this language
But I know it is the most influential power that comes from my body.
I wish I could take out my heart and let it speak for me
While I was in another room.
I guess I have to muster up some courage
Because this language requires multiple emotions in one phrase
And some of these emotions are contradictions
Bravery and fear
Humor and seriousness
Happiness and apprehension.
But through all this trepidation.
Its amazing that with the same mouth I can put common food with
I can say I love you with all my heart.

I was resigned,
I once thought to resign but then someone said they wanted to re sign.
I had nothing in my pockets, they said stay in the pocket
I didn’t have change, but they were not at all concerned.
Because they said I had an arm and the reach to go far.
All this time I thought I was disarmed.
But they said i was very disarming
I had the arm to go out regardless of what was in my pockets.
Because I was in this pocket.
I said no more delay in my game, its time to start.
I wanted to kick it but they said it was the wrong game.
Both games were outside, but I pointed and said That’s artificial.
I want to walk on what used to live.
And not talk nostalgic about when we used to stand where it was real.
They nodded and said Even though both of us have goals.
Yours seems to be worth more, so we would be influenced by you.
So we will keep what is real but still look at your bigger goal.

When I fall Jesus walks, so one of us isn’t lame, because he carries my shame.
The pain that I would obtain, Jesus went through the flames because I know his name.
And he did it without limping or whimpering, because sin was just the symptom.
Death was the disease that was decreed I must die from without living.
But Jesus is the Great Physician, and said if I can take out man’s side I can take out pride.
My ancestors tried to hide out of this pride, they lied and when God pronounced judgment, they cried.
No matter what, the deceitful cannot take my God from me, I got his signature on my bib.
Birthed from the struggled relations between the dirt and a broken rib, it was the Word not just an ad-lib.
The same place he took Adam’s rib out, he took a spear in his ribcage.
To bear all the insidious effects of God’s not-so-glib rage.
Jesus went from walking to flying, and when he came up, he will come through.
So I get up by his mercy, and by his stripes we are healed so I could speak to you.

Dragon-Man was about to say something, but Message touched her finger to his mouth.
He was wondering why his knees were so weak now, and what this was all about.
Dragon-Man was too surprised to be relieved, and too wise to be astonished.
At first Message was angry with him, but now he could not admonish.
I need to sit down, Dragon-Man as he plopped down on the sofa.
Message sat across from him, and gently touched him on the shoulder.
How long have you felt like this, Dragon-Man asked with some concern.
Message took deep breathes sighing, These Feelings are just there, they are not learned.
Dragon-Man got up and hastily said, Do you want me to show you to your room.
They have a game-show called Jeopardy, and it is about to be on soon.
Message laughed replying If this game is like toe-spectacle, I wanna watch.
I think I will be more prepared this time, to take things up a notch.

So they watched Jeopardy together, and Message got every question wrong.
Even the one that asked how big is a mile, She said 10 rotations long.
Dragon-Man quickly discovered his nervousness was disappearing more
Then there was a knock and a ring, and Dragon-Man went to answer the door.
It was a woman he had never seen before, even though she had his features.
Do you remember me, she asked Dragon-Man, and he was suddenly speechless.
This woman continued, I am your mom, the one who gave birth to you in prison.
The system tried to say I was dead and buried, but here I stand before you living.
Is that woman over there your girlfriend, congratulations she is very pretty.
Dragon-Man looked behind to see Message pointing at herself, and said, No, she’s not with me.
She is a co-worker, and we just came together to finish a project in the best of ways.
Dragon-Man’s mother rolled her eyes and said, I was born in the morning, but not yesterday.
Dragon-Man asked, So how are things with you, I wished I could have seen you sooner.
Because I never understood what happened to you, all I heard were gossip and rumors.
Ms. Johnson said, I will disclose to you what happened, on condition that you never tell anyone.
And after this I will be ghost, because my job required it to be anonymously done.
Can I stay, Message asked, she was now leaned forward more excited.
Yes, said Ms. Johnson, And Jonathan when you get a girlfriend don’t hide it.

I was faint from loss of blood, and the fact that I gave birth to a man-child.
Then a detective stepped in with a grim face, and what he said was wild.
We will commute your sentence, if you agree to work for us and follow directions.
Because we know you are a pillar in your community, and have many connections.
Dazed from the pain, I nodded my head yes and asked what they wanted me to do.
Go after Joseph Grant, he is a corrupt commissioner and the one who imprisoned you.
Shark-Devil, Dragon-Man thought in his mind, he tried to **** me and Mommy both.
I agreed to the proposal, and with my hand on a document I took a sacred oath.
I joined this organization called the Federation, that was made up of Cloaked scouts.
But I did not want to leave my son, without knowing what I was about.
Dragon-Man was stunned, him and his Mother were working for the same team.
Wronged by the same man in both of his forms, things were not what they seem.
She’s a lovely woman, Message said from the other side of the room.
Dragon-Man turned and said, She is also The Reinforcement, and we will need her soon.

I was denied my authority to cut my way out by contraction.
Because there had to be a scar where I was born, something lasting.
I was born 10 minutes after and 6 weeks too soon.
The sun had not come up, I hoped it was a full moon.
The first month, but I missed being a New Year Day born.
I was crowned by Casearean section onto that belly torn.
They say crying forces air, but my air was by incubator.
I was in a hospital in the hospital and it was my Savior.
Doctors looks for twitches and other infant signs of life
One of them probably remarked, He looks like  a Mike.
Because he was a soldier who just marched out the womb.
He survived the battle of birth, and he seems to be soldierly groomed.
I looked at them and thought to myself, I will be well, and soon.
So when I speak everybody would heed that cry.
Because I was made to live in abundance and not die.

Put it all on Kusi.
Mike can do it.
Have our hopes, our dreams, our failings, and our successes
Borne on the back of a Michael.
He was named after a soldier angel, after all.
He is ready for the fight
Because Michael was born for the struggle.

Sometimes I feel that it is too much
But I wonder how it was meant to be enough in the first place.
But they are insisting that I could do it.
Why it?
Why me?
Is it looks, strength, intelligence, stamina or humor
That make me ready made to carry the wishes of others.
While other people sleep at peace
I am ill at ease tossing and turning
Having other people’s dreams in my dreams.
There is no rest for the weary
Even my dream life is exhausted.
Because I have not time to dream my own.

What makes me worthy to bear the sins of the world.
Is it the name Michael
Even the Michael from heaven did not carry sacrifice
Is it the name Kusi
A royal name
That missed kingship by this much.
But my ancestors had to leave because of plague
Even royalty was not enough to protect them.
How is it enough to make me strong
But I must remember my heritage
I am God’s soldier angel
So I cannot fail
Even though I forgot how to dream.

I was talking to someone
Who said that this time of year was so scary
They said, in shock
I was so terrified
I had a near-life experience!
Near-life experience
I heard of near-death
I asked how could you have a near-life experience
When you are still alive!
They shook their head and whispered, Oh no.
There is only one of me inside my body.
But I was so terrified that I thought someone else came to stay with me!
They then went on and started hollering
I was running around panicking
Wonderful how to induce labor to get them out
Hoping there was a place for them to leave
I felt pains in my sides and said Oh no,
Here they go
Here are my contractions
Breathe in, breathe out.
I laughed and said Stop playing.
That's not how people give birth.
You look like you are constipated.
The person asked, What are you going to be this scary season
I said I’m going to be
More courageous than you.
Because this season doesn’t scare me.
So I’m going to be tired of this nonsense.

I was born on the seventh day.
God said he needed rest
After all the effort to get me out.
I was born 2 pounds
They don't even make weights like that
Except in color
But this weight my mom lifted was all color.
They took me to a fortress of solitude
And there I lay
Waiting to fight
Even though with every breath
I was already fighting


They tried to put an IV in me.
Like I was the fourth generation with the same name.
Great effort to help.
But it burned
I got burns in the third degree
Are babies supposed to endure this much pain.
This babe did.
The pain I endured
Was so great crying would not make a difference.
But I did not cry.
And after it healed.
I will bare the scar until God stops resting
And we need to work together.

But the fire was third degree
Because the first degree was high school.
The second degree was college
And that last degree
Which hurt the most
Which dug deep
Was law school
The birth certificate was the first I got
But it wasn't the last
And its the only one I don't hang up.
Because all the certificates on the wall
Show the fire that is in me.
But my birth certificate
Was made by the fire that was put on me.