There lay in front of him two women. One of beauty and the other of intelligence. They were similar to that of two birds, an eagle and a hawk. Both had their own unique qualities but he was attracted to both of them in a different way. One of them had a short rounded body but you could see her wings they were as beautiful as the sunset on the horizon sky. She was the kind that a predator would swiftly want to hunt without letting her know that you were hunting her. The other, a sharp mind that could conquer any conversation. She was so full of wit and influence that it gave her the broadest of wings. She had a strong soaring flight, she carried with her a vision. Where as the beautiful one carried herself with pride. They both represented power in their own special way and they were capable of seering over Constantinople or even Mount Olympus. They both carried their own kind of features in a fascinating way. A wealth like King Solomon, one, a gold midas of body and face, the other of mind. But where was a man to find a beauty of the heart without all of the vanity or even the arrogance of one with vast intelligence? Man is truly ungrateful. He was looking for one who was rich in mind yet abundant in heart. For beauty and intelligence alone are but blind birds soaring into emptiness.
They had been friends since childhood. But their views had differed on many different levels. One valued the concepts of virtue and lived the life of a gentleman but through honest means. Where as his friend always lived the life of a bachelor. He never settled down and believed in doing whatever was required to succeed in life. Basha saw him as a friend and follower, but never a believer. His ways of dealing with people were like knives thrusting about like Brutus and Caesar. He had confided in him since birth, their relationship was pure. It was one of full trust and established faith but the devil had conquered him. He had whispered to him in the night like a wandering wraith. As time passed he had cloaked him under the robe of a virtuous friend but fate would find him at a road so dead end. No where to go no where to flee, his words would become weak like the sick and the elderly. Basha’s heart was eventually going to break away soft no more nor tenderly. His friend promised to change his ways, yet his talk was cheap as money had found him in corruption. Not thinking only feeling, their relationship would become a volcanic eruption. Deep down the devil turned his soul into a dark abyss. Basha’s heart was full of Cupids arrow, he sometimes couldn’t find the words they wouldn’t hit and would always miss.
They lived within a system of money, one lacking of morals. Its inhabitants constantly empty and lost beneath the corals. They were so caught up with materialism as if they had swum around the water like hungry sharks. One day a cloaked traveler visited this town only to know that life there was so dark. “Can i help you sir?” a townsmen kindly asked. “I am searching for someone, someone to guide me and help me find my way through this thing called life.” the cloaked traveler responded. “Come this way, I will show you the palace of light.” As he followed the man towards the palace, the deeper he went into the town the more foul his breath. He was still looking for a meaning only to realize that inside everyone was death. Naked women were dancing in the streets, music blaring, there were drunken orgies wherever he went. He noticed high buildings made of gold and diamonds, the highest he had ever seen. “Where are we?” the cloaked traveler asked. “Do not ask me questions for you will not find the answers through me” he answered ambiguously. A naked woman approached him with lustful eyes, “Do you want me? I can fulfill your every wish?” She pulled out her tongue like a slithering serpent. “My lady, I fear for you and your people, for you are as lost as I am.” She laughed. “So let us get lost inside of each other”, she said to him seductively. “Traveler, are you coming to the palace or not?” the townsmen asked impatiently. They continued on their way brushing several women proposing themselves in such a seductive way. “Traveler, do not waste your time trying to change these people, they have lived this way for centuries, it is in their culture to be this way.” Finally they arrived at the Palace of Light. At the entrance stood two guards cloaked in white riding on beautiful white horses. “I hope you find what you seek my friend, good day to you traveler.” He stood there in confusion as the city he had just walked through was so dark and full of filthy people but now there was a light. The cloaks of the guards at the palace were so bright that they were blinding to his eyes. “Who stands before the gate of the Palace of the Light?” asked one of the guards. “I am but a traveler. I seek guidance in this lost world looking for truth and looking to inspire others in this weary world.” One of the guards responded, “You are torn between two worlds all for greed, this life is so opaque do you not know the weight of a deed?” he questioned him in a riddling way. “I do not who I will become, only what I am. For one to live so lavishly and not understand. We are all just marchers of the same walking band. Some tunes are more beautiful than the rest, we are all just prisoners of the same test.” The guards looked at each other. “A wise answer, traveler. You may go ahead through these walls. I hope you find what you are looking for.” He continued through the gates, as he entered he look up and see a beautiful dome. A dome made completely of glass, the light pouring it through. It was if the sun was laying in his veins and warming his soul. He had found comfort. He heard a voice from the distance and it said the following, “Many will fail and only few will strive. Appreciating merely existing and feeling alive. There will come a test where they will be torn, between the dark and the light. They will ride into battle full of chivalry, hearts truly black or truly white.” He fell to his knees and gaze at the light waiting for the night-time to find the truth he seek.
She stood still there with her beautiful eyes. A young man walked towards her as he gave her a glance, his body full of lies. A bachelor is a wolf in disguise but he was different. He was a gentleman, simply a patient wolf. He wanted to talk to her but his past love burned him inside like a fresh wood in fire. He said, “Hello” but she ignored him. “My name is Basha”, he said. “I have never heard this name. Where are you from?” she responded. Their conversation started rolling like a tire. He was a wolf and she was a sheep. They were talking but he wanted to whisper something so deep. “I’m a traveler, I’m from everywhere and from nowhere.” He said in a confidently ambiguous manner. His response had her mended no different than a simple piece of twine. “If you don’t have the time to share then I must be on my way.” she replied. Tick tock, his words had lost him some time. “Wait, I want to get to know you. Will you not show a traveler his way?” he stated. He suckled on his words like a baby nursing a mother, but he she was thrown away. “What do you seek from me? I am just lost in this world as you are and I have no time for distractions.” Her words were like bottles filled with gold, shiny and luminous through glass. He counted to ten while holding his breath, he started to feel as if he was floating in a bay. “Whats wrong with you?”, she asked as she started to twirl pieces of her hair around her fingers. He waited few seconds to find the right words as his heart was telling him no but his brain was telling him yes. “Your words are like water, they flow more sweetly than the wine. Holy, refreshing, and truly divine.” She was speechless but didn’t know how to reply. But she felt like Eve standing in a garden of bliss looking around to find her love Adam. “You’re smooth and your words flow sweeter than those of Adam and Eve. Like newborn children, no roots. You really are but a lost leaf.” Now there was an energy in the air like a cold fusion. An indescribable chemistry that only those involved in it at that specific moment in time could explain. Their souls were floating a midst the air with the must subtle pieces of their minds. Strolling down a garden of wonders, fingers intertwined like their hearts were enjoined in one, so veritably sublime. She was his predisposed creation and she had turned him into a Frankenstein. “I must go now, I feel weird all of a sudden. I have lost control of my senses” she proclaimed. “No wait, I want to see you again”, he replied. She was attracted to him because he was so aggressive and knew what he wanted but carried a bit of desperation his shoulders. His eyes were full of vigor he had never felt this way about a stranger. He was frenzied and out of control, she felt his desperation would cause him to say words of destruction. “I never felt this way. I mean look at us. We are two strangers standing out here in the rain. I’m drenched and cold. What the hell are we doing?” he stated honestly. She knew what he was trying to do as he was stating the obvious but her heart told her that it couldn’t go anywhere there were too many obstructions. His desperation turned him into a frankenstein but it caused her to become curious as to what she had done. “You have me curious now”, she replied subtly. She still didn’t know he was but a patient wolf ready to bait her. The only thing she could ask for was guidance from her creator. She thought to herself, “What if he is the one and I am letting go of something special? But what if he is like this because he wants something else from me? Perhaps, I have reeled in a monster and I should throw him back into the sea.” He waited patiently and she philosophized with a gaze of confusion. “I really have to go now” she said confidently. She had made up her mind. She threw him back into the sea yet they never had a chance to talk over tea. She thought she understood him and his games and tricks. But she left him wounded, maybe he was a real gentleman? It was nothing more nothing less. The less of her understanding, the more she had to guess. He walked away broken, feeling wounded, hit with stones and sticks. Her judgements turned her into a scientist trying to tame a brand new creation. His search in this weary world continued but time only worked for him, a traveler, a patient wolf, he understood the meaning of elation.
An angel softly blew the breath of life into the newborn baby child. His fellow angels surround it like wolves preparing to feast on a prey. One whispered in the baby’s ear, “We will shower the blessings of rain on you like shards of glass as we have been commanded to do so.” It was discretionary, the timing perfect. He was destined to become a great man but his family around him did not even realize it, only the angels knew. He had a clean slate, his books plain as a floor full of fresh snow. The devil showed up, “Rivers of blood will flow as he grows older but for now he cannot be touched for my numbers are few and your numbers are many.” The devil could not get near the baby as the family and friends of the newborn were constantly reading prayers and the angels were laying their blessings upon him. The devil had washed away but he would soon return on another day. The angel had tears of joy yet tears of pain as they knew what would become of him. He was to enter this world with a clean slate and a white soul but the world was a dark place. So complex and full of confusion and deceit. One angel spoke, “I hope that these blessings of rain that we lay upon do not fill his buckets with pride for that will be the fall of him like the rest that we have endowed.” The angels were precise in the words, every statement defined and perfectly lined. They had seen the beginning and the end of many as if they were judges of crowns and trophies. But they remained only slaves and servants like messengers with a specific purpose. The devil returned again but this time with vicious companions. They slithered into the room, hungry, and ready to kill for blood. They were the cause of confusion on the day of Noahs ark, their menacing laughs during the tormenting flood. “We are here to flood this room with fear and we shall be the fall of man.” The sun started to rise, the room froze it was as silent as the still night. The spawning of the new had started and the ridding of the old. Rain, rain, let it rain. The start of a new life had begun but would he become a hero or a villain of this cruel world? God only knows. And so the angels returned to him and the devil fled with his demons. The world welcomed a new stranger.
A call of prayer goes off and the chills go through his body like the coldest of winters. He drop to the floor and start to cry. He looks up at the sky as he put one hand over his heart. He think to himself, “What sins have I committed that cause you to give me some hardships?” He grip his shirt so tightly, pulling on the part near chest as if he is trying to remove his own soul out of his body. His hand gets stuck near his heart like a needle’s point running through the threads of a sweater. He starts to sweat profusely while tears run down his face. He cannot differentiate which are sweat droplets and which are tears. His mother come running into the room in awe. “My dear son, what has happened?” He reply back, “Mother, I am of the wrongdoers I have committed such horrible sins.” She embrace him in her arms. “Son, do you not know that God is most gracious, most merciful? Even if your sins were to reach the height of the sky you would be forgiven if your heart was sincere.” He felt a comfort, one similar to that of a newborn baby crying laying on his mothers chest. His heart beat recognizing the heart beat of his creator. “Have I not been a good son? I have been so busy focusing on my life that I don’t give you or papa enough of my time.” She smile at him, “No, your mere existence in our life is enough for me and your father. But you must be hopeful and remove this guilty conscience of yours. It will eat you alive like a lion in the darkness. You must become the lion and defeat the darkness.” His hands become free like a criminal having his shackles removed after years of imprisonment. He didn’t realize it, but he had removed some of the dirt that was in his soul. Through his sincerity and true realizations that he had made to himself, he removed his own suffering. “I want you to say something to yourself every morning my son. No matter how anxious or sad you are, continue to tell yourself you will be great. As the bees are attracted to honey, your thoughts and desire attract what you believe in.” The tears and sweat had stopped, he felt as if this whole experience was a cleansing experience similar to one washing himself in a river of purity. “I will be a great man one day mom, although I cannot see it now. The day will come.” His mother replied, “You are already great, hard times make great people.”
There were several iron pitchforks laying about next to steel swords. They asked, “Do you ever have uprising against your lords?” They replied, “We are but steel swords forged by man. Men with wits and menacing laughs.” One of the swords drop to the side knocking the rest off of the wall. The pitchforks replied, “But you have the strength to conquer, armies and empires. We are weak, only used for work and labor. There was tension in the room. The swords replied, “Do you not see how we can fall? We were used by Caesars but over time man has become a crowd pleaser. Do not undermine yourself, every man started with a pitchfork”. The pitchforks stayed silent and finally one spoke, “From peasants to knights but where has the code of honor gone? It has but faded for surely man is jaded.” One sword started to shine as it was more polished than the rest, “I have been in the hands of great knights and lords, their code of honor has faded and their sense of chivalry degraded.” Do you not see how I am polished? I have been polished but never used, only a trophy of the elitists. Man is but a coward.” A pitchfork that lay stuck in a pile of hay shouted, “From Lords to Kings, their hubris inflated but empires rise and empires fall. Power corrupts as man stands too tall.” Not all men are cowardly but surely man is ungrateful.” There was a silence in the room as no one could contest the statement about the ungratefulness of man. “Where have our shields gone? They have separated us.” said the swords. “Do you remember when they used to use us together?” All of the swords proclaimed in unity. They had finally come to agreement. Men nowadays are no longer men. They no longer chase after what they believe in and are no longer dominant. Our dreamers and fighters are few, this world is now full of rich cowards who run about with shields. Many do not work for their bread and those that are given swords usually keep it polished and never use it for a good cause. One pitchfork started to break as he stated to the others, “Do you remember when man had to work for his bread? When he had to put in blood and sweat to earn his fair share?” “Yes I remember” the old pitchfork replied. “Now we are but pitchforks, only to be used by those who remember how to work for their living.” The swords stood themselves back up. “Agreed, for we are but swords, only to be used by those who believe in fighting for a cause.” Then we shall continue to agree on this until the times change.
He sat by the window as the sunlight beamed on the back of his head. He could feel the warmth of the sun but inside he felt so cold. A kind of loneliness he had never experienced before but it was so soothing. His fingers moved across the piano keyboard like snakes slithering through the woods. He was in a moment of serenity as he thought to himself, “I want to be alone, all alone, like the birds when they fly south for the winter. For you are the winter in my veins, and the loneliness warms my blood.” As he was playing to the tune inside of his head, a figure appeared at the window. She tapped and tapped, but he continued to ignore her. Her tapping on his window became so excessive, he decided to open the window a tiny bit to see what she wanted. “Take me back, I want to be with you.” she said. He replied in a soft voice, “No, I have finally found peace with music it has become my best friend. You left me when I needed you most and you are but cold in my veins.” He turned his back towards her as he started to play her favorite song on the piano but added his own twist to it. His fingers so fluid and sharp at every stroke as she watched him. “This world is a sick and twisted place and I’m not going to give up on you” she screamed. “Well you can try but I will kill you with my music.” he replied as he continued to play. As the endorphins shot throughout his body his anxiety started to fade. He thought to himself, “Keep busy and do not let women deter you from your goals and dreams of becoming something great”. He remembered what his father had told him about women. You will lose success and your dreams if you chase after women but you ill never lose women chasing your dreams. Boom! He thought of a name to his song, ‘Chasing Dreams’. I’m coming for you and I will have you, he thought. And so his dreams began..
Three men lay trapped in the cave of wonders. Their eyes full of confusion. Afraid of what was to come of their futures. They think about their wives and families back home. They ponder at how this life is so complex and confusing at times. To relieve their stress, they all speak their minds in different ways. One of the man walked to a corner where small droplets of water drizzle from a crevice. He lay out his hand and let the water drizzle down his forehead. As he tasted the water he felt purified, as if his soul left his body. He falls down to his knees. He starts to pray. Opening up his heart soul he says, “I kneel before you a servant, naked and weak, only capable to carry the burdens to you lay upon me. No different than an ant carrying rice on its back But by bigger magnitudes. I am grateful for the ability to taste. This is but one of the smallest mercies you give me in this life. The next man walk towards the other end of the cave. There lay a crevice with a bit of the wind gusting through it. He allow for the air to pass through his mouth and nose as he inhale and exhale. He bow his head down in gratitude for the beautiful air that was provided for him. He prays, “I bow before you like a falling rock, this rock washed with water to soften the soul of my being. I am conscious of my decay as one created of clay I shall soon turn into dust. Purify me, as a part of your virtue is in me.For without this air, my lungs are but a fish without water, a mother bird without her chicks.” The third man walk towards the last corner of the cave. A small bundle of flowers sprout. Three kinds in particular, a jasmine, a lily, and a dandelion. He gaze at the beautiful colors and run his nose against all three. As he gaze his eyes upon them, tears start to fall from his eyes. They start to water the flowers. The man raise his hands, “Your signs from the air, to the water, to the earth. We are no different than these three flowers. Lonely and scared, begging for your tears of mercy. For you gave me the ability to see and smell, this means more to me than the world itself.” Suddenly, all three crevices seal off. The clean water stops gushing, the fresh air stops flowing, and the beautiful flowers die. The men lay in more confusion but they remain patient all strong in faith knowing that with death comes life and life comes death. They continue on with their prayers in hopes of a new sign. The time passes and they fall asleep. Each wake up the next morning finding themselves back home in their bed laying next to their wives. The first mans wife says to him, “I am grateful to find you here, I dreamt that you were lost and confused in a cave but I remember you drinking from this wave of water as it carry you home. The man replies, “I have learned to be grateful and patient even when I have nothing to drink, I am glad to be home with you.” The second man’s wife says to him, ” I am thankful to have you here with me, I dreamt that you were burdened and scared in a cave but I remember you breathing air from the clouds and a gust of air carrying you home.” He replies, I have learned to be steadfast and humble even when I can not breathe, it is good to see you my love.” The last man’s wife says to him, “I am blessed to have you here with me, I dreamt that you were anxious and frightened in a cave, but I remember you smelling beautiful flowers and their roots pulling you home. He replies, “I have learned to be virtuous and kind even when I have nothing beautiful to see or smell. I am glad you are here next to me.” Sometimes in life when everything appears to be so confusing, dark, and scary there is always a way to be appreciative. The dark times work as a way to show you how ungrateful and impatient you are. The ability to see, smell, feel, touch, breathe are some of the biggest blessings we have in this life. This life is but a dream of hardships and ease. Whether you remain in hardship or ease, being grateful and patient will help you find your way out of the cave of darkness.
She stood there like an angel in disguise. As he approached he remembered how some women play games while others remain wise. Was he looking for a woman or a girl? Her blue eyes were streaking with light like a pearl. “Hi, why are you standing alone?” She replied, “I’m not like most girls”. He felt sadness that she used the word girl not woman. “But you look like a little girl standing here all by yourself. I mean its kind of a waste to see such a colorful dress waste away by this plain white column.” She giggled and looked in the distance looking for her friend. “I think I have to go now, my friend is around here somewhere.” He replied, “Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” He noticed her pupils dilate, a very subtle catch on his part. “Jasmine”, she whispered. His nostrils flared, he could smell the scent of that particular flower. “You’re kidding. Like the flower huh? So not only are you colorful but you also smell good” he stated. He was a bit hesitant while saying this as he knew from experience not knowing if this girl knew how to take compliments. But there was something about her that captured him. The way she stood, the way her eyes moved around, and even the way her hair was put in a bonilla. She didn’t reply back to him with her mouth but with her eyes. There was a twinkle. Deep down inside she knew he was a nice guy but she was in a bit of a predicament. She had stated earlier that she wasn’t like most girls. She wanted to do away with him because he was too nice but then again she didn’t want to betray her values. She thought to herself, Let’s see where this goes, he might be different. “Yeah like the flower, my mom was going to call me Lilly but It’s the way God wanted things i guess.” Now let me tell you something about this young man. He was not the brightest of the bunch but he certainly had likes and dislikes. He was also very sentimental and anything pertaining to his sensual senses you could grab his attention. He thought to himself, This girl is about to leave anyways and i think she’s playing games now. I’m going to say the most absurd thing I can think of. This situation was funny because the girl was actually being real and not playing games where as he was starting to. “God enjoys the smells of Lillys more than Jasmines.” She laughed while snorting. She was attracted to his randomness and spontaneity. He was attracted to her snorting laugh. “I like when girls laugh like that, it makes me feel like im in preschool. Like we are both sitting under the desk fighting over crayons while I try and color on your face.” There was something there now. An energy that could blind the whole world. Jasmines friend popped out of nowhere like a prone navy seal hiding beneath the trenches during the vietnam war. “Jasmine, hey girl hey!” She screamed. She came off as that annoying friend who was materialistic and caught up in the life of a sorority girl who was doing nothing with her life. Jasmine was a bit annoyed because she thought about how her mom always said that people sometimes judge you based on the friends you affiliate yourself with. “This is my friend, Sonya.” Jasmine introduced her in a very plain way unintentionally. The young man got a very bad first impression. He was actually disgusted with the way that she looked. She was orange and had clearly had been using one of those artificial tanning beds that make you look like a dorito. She was also wearing so much makeup that her face looked like it was a glazed vanilla donut. She was wearing ginourmous sunglasses at the top of her head. They were actually so big it looked like she was wearing a headscarf. Anyways enough about the materialistic alien looking gir. “I have to go now” he said. “Will I see you again” Jasmine asked. “Yeah, maybe in another life.” He shook their hands and headed towards the door as he put in his headphones. That conversation had just boosted up his confidence by ten points. He felt like the man. He never saw Jasmine or the materialistic sorority looking friend ever again.