Good Friday morning… My consciousness begins to arise to soak up today’s intimacy and insanity as I listen to music from The Velvet Rope and twist my dreadlocs, spraying them with fruity scents. Small size gray t-shirt and 90’s blue jeans with dots of crusty paint clothe me as the sun is beaming on my forehead… the radiation is in my eyes. My bare feet play with the trimmed grass, and my ears pick up the gleeful sounds of children jumping on trampolines two houses away. The Spring Equinox was yesterday. It’s radiant outside. Mommy’s working her ass off at the bakery and my sibling is sleeping, lazy as ever, while I am with myself and nature… questioning my surroundings. Are they all illusions?

Cuz while I sit in this fake constructed chair with sun shining and everything looking all pretty, it’s raining somewhere else. Those of my species, the damn human race, are going through the thunderstorms, the twisters, the tornadoes, the tsunamis… the hurricanes that unleash water like fire. Media outlets are fixated on the crucifixion of Christ while children in Darfur are carrying crosses in their hearts and will later be crucified. Mothers are crucifying their fetuses that have yet to feed on life. Men are doing it to women. Straights to gays. All races are playing the game… every homosapien is playing the game.

Tell me, my friend, my buddy ol’ pal, that you have always wondered what the next world war would be, and no, it is not the numerous battles that we fight in the Middle East. The Third World War is not of militaries and the armed forces, flags of nations being showcased with allies and flown towards enemies. The Third World War doesn’t consist of machine guns, AK-47’s, atomic bombs, and roadside killings… guerilla warfare, defunct governments, black and green camouflage, and uniforms that make those who serve their country look like they were conceived in grounded mud. The Third World War does not include Bush, Chavez, Musharraf, Castro, Castro, upcoming Hitlers, Mussolinis, Maos, and Ho Chi Minhs… Husseins, bin Ladens, and Joseph Stalins. It has not been declared by Congress, Parliament, or the secretary-general… it has been declared by us… the Third World War, my friend, is based on crucifixions.

Many eyes will not be opened tomorrow morning.
They will consume their Last Suppers and others will produce suffering upon them… the practice of crucifixion.

Families have been torn apart… Friends have betrayed each other… Lovers have committed homicide on love, and love is starting to be ejected from every human heart and hate has become the transplant.

Hutus chop the tall trees cuz of history not forgiven for. Muslim women get harsh treatments of their sanctuaries that give birth by having the sensations that their men cause… vacuumed by the new movement of sexual oppressors. Jamaica and Saudi Arabia come marching with immediate executions for homosexuals cuz of how they love and it’s not acceptable to view neutral gender love… outie & outie love and innie & innie love… they only want outie and outie love, and whoever is open-minded should dial hotlines to Amnesty International.

Television is the new Bible, and the remote control has assumed the positions of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. The channels flip flop between being Genesis to Revelation and being Alpha and Omega… killing souls softly, crucifying souls with the sword of a faith that preaches about a God who despises. I do not wanna follow the route that Christ took to be crucified. I don’t want my body lying on a old rugged cross with my hands and feet nailed cuz it is cruel and unusual punishment that Satan enforced. I don’t wanna be a victim of the Third World War.

Apathy.
Bigotry.
Corruption.
Dictatorship.
Exile.
Frustration.
Garbage.
Hunger.
Ignorance.
Jealously.
Killing.
Lies.
Malice.
Nausea.
Oppression.
Pedophiles.
Quarantines.
Rage.
Sickness.
Turmoil.
Ulcers.
Vulgarity.
Waste.
Xenophobia.
Yielding.
Zeniths.

The alphabetized code of the Third World War.

Freedom restricted. Speech limited.
Movements paused. Faith running on generators.
The pursuit of happyness becoming the pursuit towards death.
I am painting the picture of the Third World War.

Stomachs plead for cooked meat, clean vegetables from the earth, fresh fruit, and purified water, but are given the shit of meatless bones, poorly grown crops, and poisoned beverages. The earth is kneaded by bare feet with bloodied scars and infected cuts. Bloodstreams have stopped circulation because of clots. They’ve brought in grande ovens and have set the dial at 451 degrees Fahrenheit, and have begun to burn the words that helped to make this world better, that gave this world a name.

Shakespearean tragedies. Epic poetry. Victorian Age novels. The Star-Spangled Banner. Spirituals of the Black church. The Constitution. Bibles. Korans. Torahs. Buddhist principles. 42 laws. Egyptian hieroglyphics. Writings of the Harlem Renaissance. Literary expressions of Goth culture. Poetry of the Beat Generation. Fairytales. Nursery rhymes. Shel Silverstein. Spoken word. Beloved American novels. The Village Voice. The Advocate. Magazines. Periodicals. Diaries. Journals… It’s all being burned.

Our people are being lined up and being searched in chambers… being ripped of their crosses, stars and moons, Star of Davids, ankhs, puka necklaces, gay pride symbols, and lockets… stripped of their lifestyles and backgrounds… moving one by one in these newly formed concentration camps.

Slaughtering me. Raping women. Kidnapping children. They’ve burned churches, mosques, and worship places down with arson. They’ve destroyed schools cuz they believe education in the ass. No music. The reason why our giant blueberry has lost it’s rhythm. No paper. The reasons why the poets are not writing cuz they think their dreams and ideas will no longer pump knowledge into cerebrums. Everything crucified.

This is how the Third World War will look like, and we are likely in the beginning… but we can stop it before the worst is to make landfall. If hearts and minds are on one accord, an illuminated tomorrow will come.

We can be educated in our own ways.
We can worship in our own ways.
We can love in our own ways.
We can create art in our own ways.
We can live life in our own ways.
The pursuit of happyness doesn’t have to become the pursuit of death.
Hate is the motive why we have our global warmings.
Let us drop the hollow schemes of destruction and move towards a powerful light.

Appreciation.
Beauty.
Creativity.
Diversity.
Energy.
Gifts.
Hope.
Intelligence.
Joy.
Kindness.
Love.
Mercy.
Nonviolence.
Open-mindedness.
Peace.
Quality.
Radiance.
Serenity.
Thank yous.
Unity.
Variety.
Wishes.
X’s and O’s.
Yearnings.
Zest.

The alphabetized code of what this world should be of.

Let us all become one.
Peace be unto you.