dream with me

This was created from a challenge posted by Black Positive Image. Please check out her blog! www.Blackpositiveimage.com and also follow her on twitter: blackposimage. She is beautiful spirit and soul nestled in the mold of greatness! Love ya Sis.

Dream with me... My King Day Challenge...

With the sparkle in my eye, I gaze at the sun. Day-dreaming of a day when nightmares are figures of imagination instead of reality. For too much time has passed for us to not desire an understanding of each other. Beneath my blankets of hope. I envision a land without worry.

For let us appreciate the simple things in life. It seems that one must snatch life, for us to experience death. Over and over, our people are stripped, by those with the same faces. Strapped with nine’s whose aim is vengeance. Killing what could be history. We are set in the past of destruction. Black on black violence. Why does one have to struggle with loss, to be thankful for each gift? Life alone is perfect with each breath and day.

Too easy to pass judgment, when really you fear possibility. The chance that you too could be stuck, standing, staggering from corner to corner, searching for souls to sacrifices cents. It seems that Shelter must be removed, for we must walk in the shoes of the homeless, for us to be truly appreciative of our own living quarters. When will you face fear with dedication? Complacency has gotten us this far.

And with every ache and moan, we follow discourse as if it will lead to gold. Disconnecting each realm, holding our body captive as capsules, full of inhumane nutrients. We will never go hungry or broke so as long as dollar menus corrode veins, providing salaries for surgeons and plastic infused reductions. Self control and self love must begin today. For our belly will not moan and fill the same, with love of everything, until it has experienced rot. Until we are faced with days of hunger, nights of sleepless hours, as pain eats at the core of your soul. Malnutrition and satisfaction will never seem too far from reality. Until you too are stripped of the luxury to eat. Consumption has become the lesser of two evils.

And yet we come from royalty, internal treasures designed to maintain legacy. Stolen, branded, lost, studied, and still we forget our worth. And with all the riches of the world, under one sun. Wealth is not given, nor seemingly earned. As glory can be bestowed, it can thus be taken, the wealth is in the wise. For the wisdom comes when one has lived… long enough to find pleasure in the simple things of life that can never be replaced. Long enough to value that time is more than just seconds placed in chronological order it must not be taken for a fool.

And so stolen minutes with the sun, trace back to all the people who have walked in my life, and been gently removed. This world we live in is real. Cosmic energy filtered through tunnels that reposition people in your life. Accidents don’t just happen. But it seems that we must all learn the meaning of unity in every context. When friends become replacements for family, learning that bloodline only carries name without the knowledge of our strength. Dependable is not based on gender or age. Blessings come with those defined by existence and longevity, stability and purpose. When the enemy attempts to invade infrastructures and support systems, you find out where loyalty lies. But why must we be stricken with distraction and destruction to feel each other’s pain. Why does it take natural disasters for us to help and heal without disdain? For we are a people of the same blood, the same breath, this air has supplied us with enough to co-exist, why not do it together? Disunity has gotten us graves.

And what of this world we walk. This land we have been forced to live on. What of the souls that inhabit space and time. The stillness in the air, the darkness in the night, what of the power of the stars. How not us forget to explore all aspects. For it seems we have been caught in one dimension, self. Even though we sleep in a state of darkness, disguised by bags once filled with hope, dreams and nightmares are real. Reality is that your actions will retrace there steps, ultimately coming back to you. And if sight is removed and voice is muted, only then shall the people watch what they subject their souls to and begin to dwell in possibility. Living in dark, only then shall we really see the light in all things.

Is it too much to ask for all to dream with me. What hangs behind my garment of faith, and bags full of hope may not be the same as you, but just try. Because we easily create concrete motives of communication to discredit each other, forming words into knives split by the tongue. Let us just dream for a while. A reality fantasized by desire, understanding, and love. Contemplating that one step forward, will be enough to never look back. And are you willing to take the first step? Let us stop testing mankind with our evils, and see how far hope can take us…I just dream of a time with no worry. For if at one second we all can have the courage to step up. Living would be easier. So let us all gaze in the sun and day-dream for just a few minutes and put nightmares back into figures of imagination not reality.