CAMOUFLAGE

Before I begin I was ask the question "what type of attention do I expect to receive from my writings". I responded with a smile “not much at all”. Because what I’ve done is taken a leap of faith and chose to write factual occurrences from humanities lives. So just in case people in this life decide to change how we treat one another and execute things. There will be some history on how we once “use to be”.  

This new generation in all races and ages seem to devalue life. And what I mean is we’re playing with fire. Children are grinding as adults video tape, giggle and laugh. While some children & adults struggle to correct jumbled dialect, execute a math problem. If not spell, read and write. Some adults cohabitate in misappropriate ways. While families are being destroyed by domestic abuse overnight. Young men and girls are beaten to death by their own hands. If not taken out by the drugs slid into their trembling hands. Adults are focused about searching for love online; but quick to avoid one another in the streets with wandering eyes. Everybody wants to be rich, sexy and slick while the system is crashing. Sex is overrated but advertised everywhere we drive, eat and sit, even in church. And what I mean is people are walking alluring billboards that read “sex” is what the world needs. Mental illness, drugs and war is not a game so therefore you must not get too relaxed; on what has yet to be managed. Attending a wedding reception is by chance that two people are marrying one another for love & to progress; not just for financial security. And yes, people would love to be wealthy and rich, if not comfortable and focused. In a place where people are running tight on space and "camouflage" means; adjusting who we are on the outside, to feel good about what we have become on the inside. And no writing of Angel l is ranting and rage. This is humanities reality which brings us to:

All the time laughter is required to remind us when situations occur; how people forget to care.

Sometimes paying it forward; does not mean people will always remember to look backwards.

        

       A glass half empty does not always need to be filled to the top; until we understand the difference between a little and lot.

Sometimes being in love with the wrong people “oozes” the life out of you; but eventually time does heal all wombs.

The grass always looks greener on the opposite side. And so would yours if you would consider investing more of your time; in what is meant to grow in your life.

Sometimes it’s refreshing to see people release wasted energy.  And the reason why, is what you thought you knew, has now been revealed to you.

Sometimes fear is the only thing some people can relate to, sometimes showing happiness is all a person has to look forward too. Sometimes people are lonely not by choice, but by their own destructive personality. 

Sometimes people just like seeing what reaction they can snatch out of you. And it’s up to you in figuring out; how to build a shield around yourself and house. And once you decide to embark on living the fullest pace in this life, there will be no regrets.

At the beginning of every race each runner has a marked place. But not every runner will endure the race. Therefore, you must possess "courage" and set your pace, to step out on unknown territories.

Mother's Day

This mother's day I am grateful and happy to see my mother. But the sad news is someone has lost their mother over the years. And that broken heart still yearns to have that motherly talk. So today I will speak from the last moments that I spent with a special woman in my life, and although I have my mother. This woman is the one that bonded us together. Why, it was through her womb she decided to give my mother life.

Dear Grandma, 
I miss your chuckle and how you use to say "what's up doc" how are things going your way. I miss our prayer time on those late night calls. I miss the aroma of those homemade biscuits in my dream. I miss your aroma in the night air breeze. I miss getting dressed in our Sunday best for church services. I miss your stories and how you would make it through life. And in the end what you told me. I will "cherish" it the rest of my life. You were the link in this family’s chain. You were my strength through the night and shining armor when the enemy came. You were the voice of reasoning to get me through these troubling days. And for that I thank you for being who you are from yesterday.

Dear Mom, 
Words are not enough to express my gratitude and respect for you. And to be honest you were always my best friend, thanks to Grandma who made it happen. So a long time ago I made a vow that if I promised to be obedient; that God would allow me to see my mother, in my latter years. And yes, here she is.

Mom, the world has changed and although we speak every day. I can hear things in your voice of how the world has changed. And know it's nothing you could have done better in this life. Time was just destined to change people overtime. Children were destined to choose their own paths, families would unite in differen circumstances, and struggles would be inevitable. Because of father time who would let all of humanity know; I am, not man who is in control. See mom how our stories from the past would bring us closer together in time. Where people would grasp onto what others are unfortunate to not have, and the reason why I still shared; it was because most of my old friends lost their mothers. I wish you could still hear the laughter I once heard on every call. And those days where we just stowed away until life changed us all. Because the labor increased making people grow weary. But I'm so blessed to know that the women in my life; were gentle and peaceful, forgiving and faithful, appreciative just to love in this life. You are the extension of the woman I grew into. We were the story that was meant to be told.  I love you mom & Happy Mother’s Day!

And for those who have lost their mom think about this: child when I can no longer find peace on this earth. And you are too busy with what life will not allow you to keep up with; will you remember me when I'm old and gray. When my footsteps are short in space; will you take time to refocus on the tools I provided you, to make it through hard times? Will you remember the reason why I was there for you in this life? And if so mourn for me a little while, child because tomorrow has its own plan and I need you to be focused on where you plan on going. Why, because this place is not our permanent home. And one day I will be gone. But before I leave I left "love" in a package where you can always remember me. Now lift up your head high and wipe your eyes. There is work to be done, and we can't finish until you have completed your run.

And for those who have animosity in their hearts towards a mother. Listen closely, in order to find peace in yourself. First, you must release that hate for someone else. See my children "young" and "old" how people will make choices "good & bad". But we don't ever have to understand it. So if time allows you another day, why not look over your life and figure out; what is of worth in it, to allow you to find "forgiveness so that you may move into another day to rewrite a new chapter in your life.