I always second guess myself. I rather be the one who thinks I might be wrong because the ones who always believe they’re right always cause the most trouble.
I’m full of pride.
I can’t run from a fight
and I won’t shame my name.
I’ll stand ready to die.
I don’t flinch for a blade
and I don’t fear the sound of a bullet.
A knife is just a tool for use or trade
and a gun is nothing without a digit.
I’ve fought enemies
And I’ve even fought a friend.
The fighting never reached its end and
I would think at times I had an injury.
I’ve never really had a reason to fight
but I never could back down.
Now more than ever all I can wear is a frown
because my love is fading from my sight.
She is the best of me
but we didn’t catch her disease in time.
The heart inside her is mine
So if she goes then I’ll cease to be.
If finally bending my knees saves her
then I do it proudly with no dishonor.
My life without her would just be horror.
It’s should’ve been me that developed that cancer.
From my novel, Faces of the Masses, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Faces-Masses-Anthony-Labson-ebook/dp/B00R1OHYZW/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Don’t say “I love you”
with a serpent’s tongue.
Spreading your false energy
through my veins — that’s worse than
any venom and murders the heart the quickest.
Don’t say “I love you”
like a child does a toy,
something that is to be enjoyed
for a short period time and then discarded
without a care for the one who is used
and will be left alone in dark misery.
Don’t say “I love you” at all.
Give that person a gift
at an unexpected time,
and give it for no reason.
Kiss that person,
not with lustful intentions
but with meaningful ones.
Do something for that person,
not because they asked
but because you want to for them.
Be there for that person
no matter what the reason,
even when they don’t want you to.
Look each other in the eyes
and enjoy that moment of silence,
that moment where words have no purpose.
Finally, hold that hand.
That is always the first step
and will always be the most important one.
If you want to say “I love you”
and actually mean it.
Then don’t say it at all.
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As I walk up to the only gates that matter
I see three souls stuck in the clouds.
To my amazement,
They were sad, crying.
I thought it was because of the ones they left behind.
Their wives, children, and beloved friends
and the memories they spent with them.
But that’s not it. The souls appeared to have steam rising from their clothes.
I feared the worse for them.
I walk up to Him and I say,
“Hello, it’s been a long time coming.
May I ask why are they there and not joining me
He says, “They thought themselves innocent.
They threw stones that started
building a foundation
that lead them to their damnation.
The first one is guilty of Murder.
No he did not kill his parents for money or his
best friend for his wife.
His killing spree started with ants, using the sun
to burn them and it didn’t end there.
Many animals followed, some were for sport,
others because he believed they had no value.
Pitting them against each other for money
or running over them on the street even though
he had time to stop and let them go.
All life is precious no matter how big or small
in size and purpose.
The second one is guilty of Baring False Witness.
He believed himself pure of faith and resented
all those who didn’t have the same conviction.
He memorized every line, he attended every ceremony,
He spent more time reading the word but
not understanding the meaning of the word.
He soon became consumed by that one fault.
The corrupted that followed would
be safe from his wrath and those
who would have the courage to stay innocent,
The scars he inflicted will now be measured unto
The final one is guilty of Stealing.
No he didn’t steal a candy bar from a vendor
or a man’s prom date.
He stole homes and he stole futures hiding it
behind promise of progress.
He mentioned so much that could be gained,
before those who would gain great loss could fight back,
everything was already gone.
He claimed to be making better homes
and better neighborhoods but while he
reap the rewards of his new design,
hundreds were left out in the cold.
Unable to move back in those expensive new homes,
they now suffered in the streets while those
who already had homes took up more space.
Money isn’t the only thing that can be stolen
and here it has no value compared to a life.
That is why they wait for damnation.
They believed themselves without sin
and constantly kept throwing stones.
Now those stones will weigh them down into the inferno.”
My mind is full with fear now.
“Well then I won’t waste your time, I am guilty of such sins too.
I hunted deer in the season, I’m not the most devoted,
and I have stolen from time to time.
Sometimes it was a candy bar and sometimes it was more.”
He says, “But you never hid it.
You can admit your sins unto me
and that counts for something.
Now have a seat and let us begin.”
A Brilliant Robin
Ever since you and Mindy met,
I have never been able to keep my eyes off you.
When I saw you sail in with Olive
and flex your big forearms,
I knew you were a brilliant Robin.
I never needed toys
cause I watch you for amusement.
I never had to go fishing with grandpa
because I was watching a king on the screen.
The way you made us laugh with Comic Relief.
It was like watching poetry in motion,
like you were the leader of a dead society.
And you touched our hearts with more than comedy.
You’ve been everywhere from cold Moscow
to seeing a good morning in Vietnam.
Just to see you do what you can do
is a real awakening.
The way you can change colors
by turning into a big blue clown,
making dreams of a pauper come true
easier than saying Bibidy Bobidy Boo.
You’ve even changed sexes,
and proved that being an old lady
can be funny and lovable.
It’s almost like you have artificial intelligence.
Then, there is your voice
that hides so many others.
If I didn’t know any better Jack,
I’d say you were a machine covered in furry skin.
You can’t be real.
It’s like you popped out of Neverland
because you never get old in spirit.
There’s always a fresh joke for you to tell.
No birdcage can hold you.
I would have an easier time
trying to catch air with hands.
Your humor is what dreams can come.
You have done so much a man can do.
It’s almost like you have Insomnia
because you never seem to sleep.
You should be man of the year.
If there was a museum of you,
I’d wait all night there with happy feet.
I’d take a picture of you,
and rush it to one hour photo.
I hope somehow I get to meet you someday.
So, until then I will say thank you for everything.
You are a brilliant Robin, and, until there is another,
Good Hunting Mr. Williams.
Excerpt from my novel, Madness in a Recession, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Madness-Recession-Anthony-Labson/dp/1495967875
The future is chaos; America is divided by a corporate president, the government is broken by corrupt politicians, and a new rebellion is born. Corporations rule the country and a fragile peace is close to breaking down. Here’s an excerpt from New Age Rebels, available on Amazon in the first link. If you like the novel, then please follow the link and like on Facebook. Thank you and until the next is written.
To everyone in the Restricted Zones,
My name is Commander Conner Bradley. The former commander of the former real United States Army and this is the last letter that I’m going to make before I die. Copies will be created for every loyal man within the Restricted Zones to read so that nothing will be lost in translation and all rumors shall be put to rest. I dedicated my life to protecting my country, and I would’ve died for it.
All I wanted to be was a protector and save lives because that is the greatest honor anyone can have in a person’s life. Now things aren’t as they were back when America was whole. Then the country was torn apart by President Frank Mason.
The year 2088 was a desperate time because enemies were everywhere from Mexico to Australia. The value of the American dollar wasn’t worth the paper that it was being printed on and many people were fighting to stay alive while a particular few suffered little pain. That’s when Frank Mason, a senator from North Carolina rose at the perfect time and everything started to turn around.
But like the rise of most dictators, he rose when people were so desperate for the bubble to be inflated. They were willing to sacrifice everything without thought or consequence. This hurts me to say because I was one of those mindless drones ready to fall if he told me to lay down.
I was a one-star general when I saw the fires surrounding my country and the only thing I wanted to do was save it. Frank Mason spoke of his plans and how at the end of his two terms that he was going to do the one thing that would change everything. He succeeded, and somehow the money started to circulate again. The dollar raised in value quicker than anyone could’ve anticipated. Our enemies became neutral, or allies and the majority who had suffered begun to prosper again.
Job unemployment was at an all-time low, and virtually everyone had a roof over their heads. The threats against our nation were disappearing at an incredible rate and America was great again. For a short time, it was seen as a miracle, and people believed that he was going to replace Lincoln as the greatest president in history. Eventually, the smoke and mirrors can only hide the illusion for so long.
Clear Skies Defense Corporation absorbed all weapons manufacturing companies and became the military’s greatest ally. It soon became the military all together supplying all the military personnel, equipment, and transportation. Our armed forces became the direct property of the company’s owner, Peter Wesson.
I wasn’t concerned because things did get better for civilians, the soldiers and the United States were improving. I stayed loyal to my oath even though I had my concerns. It would only be the first of many offenses the ‘savior’ of our country would commit and ultimately lead to what we know as The Great Division.
The one accomplishment that President Mason wouldn’t take credit for is when our nation was divided down the middle. Especially after he committed the greatest act of treason in my opinion. An act that we should’ve been ashamed of for letting it happen. Despite all his accomplishments he still guaranteed to do something that would change everything and near the end of his second term, he succeeded.
During an emergency state of the union address, he shredded the constitution live on television for the entire nation to see. He spoke of how the old ways didn’t work anymore and how they were, in fact, dragging us down. That clinging on to them is what got us in such a desperate state in the first place. He spoke of how the nation had to evolve to survive. That he had a plan that would guarantee our nation’s survival.
I’ve lost many soldiers under my command, and on that day, I wish I could’ve joined them after seeing everything that I lived for shredded apart in a mere few seconds. The balance failed to stop the check because the house and senate just rolled over and let him do what he wanted. Even dropping the amendment that would deny him a third term. An election that people knew was fixed, never in American history has a president won an election with a 35% popularity vote.
I wanted to stage a coup d’état, but with law enforcement and military being monitored, it would’ve been impossible to do anything in secret. It would have meant my discharge and my death along with several other commanders who felt my rage.
President Mason announced that he was dissolving the house but keeping the Senate just to show that he cared about the so-called voices of the people. Putting on a good show but in the end just proving to be useless.
The president still had opposition in several areas. Those who were brave enough, the first opposition started to protest openly even though they didn’t have the requirements and for the first time, the president got nervous. He made the call to order all the soldiers back home and close the bases all over the world but not to join their families but to suppress the very opposition.
That was the scar that I couldn’t bear, and I went to the generals that I knew I could trust. When we finally got together, I took off the uniforms given to us by Clear Skies and threw it down on the floor. I wasn’t a protector of the nation that I once loved and the suit that I wore when I was just a soldier was defiled. The country I grew up in was gone and replaced by a grave for a dead dream.
That was my belief and the belief of the other generals, so they joined in, and we dawned real uniforms once again. I took my personal Old Glory flag, and it was placed over them, covering the filth that we had worn for years. April 27th, 2095 would be the year that a new rebellion was born but it we made a critical error.
We underestimated how people felt about the new regime, and the majority of the population believed in the president. Even with all flags being prohibited including Old Glory, the rights being restricted, and the president forming a “cabinet” comprised of the richest people in America. They owned the military, banks, media, oil, and medicine which placed gave them the grip on everyone’s throat.
I was hoping that with all the military put together that we could force the president out of power but my worst fears arose in the form of General Thomas Cooper. A Lieutenant at the time who informed the president of our conspiracy. Now he stands as the commander of the new army created by Clear Skies Defenses.
Thankfully, soldiers loyal to us kept us out of prison long enough to form a new army that the media labeled us as rebels.
We decided to build on that, and in time we accomplished building a formidable army. The other generals and I were able to unite you all in the best way we could by forming the American Rebel Army (A.R.A). Now that President Mason saw a legitimate threat to the nation and the country scared of a new Civil War, a compromise was made to which both sides agreed to meet to discuss the terms.
An offer that the other generals and I knew we couldn’t turn down. Different states would be known as the Restricted Zones. Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Arkansas, Kansas, Iowa, Minnesota, Nebraska, North and South Dakota would be ours to do with as we wanted.
Trade would still be established with our states providing natural resources as long as the Union provided us with oil and other supplies. The United States would still be considered “The Union.” We were skeptical, but we knew it was a legit offer when we read the treaty and the only way for peace. At first, we wanted to decline it but decided to sign it.
This would lead to what we know as The Great Division. Walls were put up to keep brothers and sisters away from each other. It was a costly sacrifice, but it was better than the alternative.
The last Civil War cost too many American lives, and with us being seasoned warriors, we couldn’t deal with more loss. We spent our lives protecting this nation. We couldn’t be the instrument of tearing it apart and killing the people we swore to protect. That’s why we signed the segregation treaty on the eve of the new century that granted us the peace we’ve enjoyed.
As I lay here dying in Topeka, Kansas, our national capital, this fellow soldier writes down my final words. Those words are about how much I’m sorry. I’m sorry for so much, and I feel terrible that you’re the ones who must deal with this now. I just hope that you can understand my motives for accepting President Mason’s terms.
We didn’t fight back at the right time, and we didn’t start a war that I feel will still come. I only hope that you all can understand our motives and why we agreed to the treaty. I like it on the record that I nominate Commander Debra Guillen as my replacement on the military council.
She has always been a great leader, and I know she will fulfill my position with the same honor and patriotism as I did.
To everyone in the Restricted Zones, heed my words and stay vigilante after I’m gone. Believe in our government based on the old ways. The Senate and House of Representatives in South Dakota that still serves as the voice of the people. The military council of the A.R.A. that protect our land and finally, please don’t lose faith in our country.
Do I believe that we will find our way back to unity? I don’t know because I never believed in much, but I did believe in the eternal pride of American patriotism. I believe in the power that only freedom can provide and its ability to help one persevere even through the worst of times. Hopefully one day, this nation will be whole again which will be one of the greatest days in our history. Goodbye and may God bless and watch over you all.
Commander Conner Bradley
August 15th, 2109
Everyone has a job to do
but someone doesn’t care.
So someone gets lazy
and another one has to do it.
Somebody says a thing to someone.
Trying so hard, just to get someone to do their job.
But Somebody has done everything that can be thought of.
But someone is unwilling to get involved.
Another one keeps picking up the slack,
hoping that it will lead to advancements.
But the commitment turns to handicapped.
Another one becomes too valuable to lose.
Instead of another one getting what they deserve,
they are crippled by the actions of someone.
Somebody won’t make their job worse
by losing another one and be left with someone.
Another one is getting tired of dealing with someone.
Someone ignores another one’s frustration.
Someone keeps doing the same routine
and another one has had enough.
So another one leaves with
hopes that someone will finish for once.
But someone remains lazy and useless
and Somebody just gets frustrated.
Instead of just getting rid of someone,
Somebody lost another one.
Now Somebody has nightmares of what happens
if Somebody hires another someone.
In a nation of full metal jackets,
we’ve lost ourselves in an odyssey.
Guided by artificial intelligence
and held together like clockwork.
We believe we’re in the shining
of a bright light and it’s keeping our eyes
Fooled by a man who believes himself a savior.
He stands and claims to be Spartacus,
but everyone just sees red rum on his forehead.
He may seem as innocent as Lolita
but we can’t ignore this terrible situation.
Like a killer’s kiss,
we slowly die as you appear kind.
Thank god you’re not with us Stanley.
Because you would only die again.
Who would’ve thought after your lifetime
we would elect Dr. Strangelove.