Conversation with Time about the forbidden fruit

The fictional world of Joshua Daniels: verse one to the End

 

Hello time, I know you know my true name because you where there, long ago before ‘my time’ began.

And subconsciously like money, stress, I think of you.

I hope that you are listening;

I hope that you can understand why,

I would question one of the essences of the universe.

But I am seeker

A seeker of the truth,

Adam understands cause my origin begins with him, cursed for knowing God’s forbidden truth.

The seed doesn’t fall far from the tree,

If that is not true; then wise men and kings tell us all lies,

 if we watch what hierarchy and monarchy has done to the people.

A conversation with time about what I saw today. Lord help me. If am slave then show me way to free

Spiritually and physically.

 

What is the truth?

Where is truth?

Show me the proof;

If proof, is what gets a man get judged in the courts.

By the judge, the prosecutor, the defense Attorney, the jury, the cops, the witnesses and the people.

 

Sometimes truth can be bought if you put enough gold coins in the hands of a family serving man with debts.

Sometimes truth with proof disappears.

 

And an innocent man goes to a cell.

Trapped for years with Murders.

Would he change, or remain the same way.

Hoping one day he walks away like the butterflies out the fence of the prison yard, slowly kissing nectar on flowers,

 Almost like when your life is on the greener grass.

 

Life is a dream, do not turn a blind eye.

Your mind is slipping into an inception and you can’t even see.

Turn on the TV and tell me what you see.

Refugees see the wars, the innocent see the corruption,

I see the mockery of society-

 In the politics,

The economics,

The shroud amendments.

 That make wars, and leave fleeing refugees drowning in the oceans.

That not just not a movie about Women and children.

That’s a real thing.

A sad thing.

Or have you watched too much movies your mind is suddenly momentarily saddened with the whole process.

The tax man and the debts keep you occupied and too busy he next morning, working to put blood diamonds on your soulmates finger and drive fancy cars.

A late night under the night sky, with drinks in the air;

A Toast for hard earned success.

 

No one can blame you.

Success after all, can also be relative, depending on where you came and how far you want to reach.

The little truth and imagination.

Though only few in a billion are as wealthy as the kings who rule this world and us behind the scenes.

Like a chess player always does, with his pawns, when playing chess.

You a bishop, a king, a queen, a knight or a pawn, it doesn’t matter if you leave in castle,

 there is always someone in charge, your land is on someone’s land.

And on any man’s land, the laws must be followed.

So, we follow, while brighter and sunny days turn hollow.

Melting the ice at the edges of the world.

 

 

But that’s the laws of the wise men.

If that is not true;

then men’s wise men and kings tell us all lies,

if we really watch what hierarchy and monarchy has done to the people.

 So, time; don’t tick fast because I saw the truth too late. But because I don’t have proof I guess am being Bobby Fischer.

Or Am just a man trapped in his mind possessed by whispers as he sleeps.

But so is whoever reading this.

So is whoever chasing a goal.

 

We both call it, a dream.

 

Am I wrong for asking you Time? To spare me some time.

That I can have peace of mind before I am too old, and want to die from this world.

With everyone that I care about and the people out there, that I do not know.

Living in harmony and being happy.

 

The watch on wrist is not turning any slower.

It’s like a wheel rolling down a hill. I get hypnotized from just staring.

 

I get a headache; instead of water and some sleep, I take a pill.

Numbing my mind, cause that’s the drug of the wise men’s law.

Before my eyes fall heavy, I reach out to these thoughts in the darkness behind my eyelids.

 

Hello time, you seem silent, what’s the matter?

 can’t you hear me?

Am on my knees and I open a bible with words that are timeless.

But over the years they have been tempered with.

 

If the world doesn’t see eye to eye.

And the religions breed segregation.

With the Gods, and the fear of the truth, as we tithe for the lies.

Why can men with guns and missile fly to other lands, but the deli lama cannot fly everywhere,

 if all he talks about is peace.

Are the spells of love and hope such a bad thing?

Aren’t all religions aiming for the same thing.

 

That’s the laws of the wise men,

They seem to have time and immortality.

Because their ways have claimed our minds.

 

So, Time; please tell the Universe to tell the Creator.

I want to be a wise man.

 

I want to shape my world and maybe make it flat, maybe be like a chess player,

play my life on my own terms and time.

 

Because all the struggle, all the pain, all the hardships, all these borders across these countries that decide if can stay or remain.

 make me feel like I am a slave.

My conversation with You about the forbidden fruit of men.

 Show me a way to be free,

Spiritually and physically.

 

 

Now you know what I saw today.