"Maybe the Moon?"

 “Maybe the Moon”

Lord knows there’s probably no worse worldly illness, pain or sorrow than being heartbroken over a girl, better yet I know! Let me draw this comparison, people with stage 4 irreversible cancer still find the will, desire, & fortitude to keep living only to still succumb to their terminal illness, while the love scorned drive 9mm bullets through their healthy brains over a broad they can’t resist. I recall reading about the late Carolina Panthers linebacker Sam Mills making a harrowing speech as a coach to his players in the locker room before a play-off game while battling terminal intestinal cancer causing grown men to weep exclaiming to “Keep Pounding.” While also reading in prison, in a “Chicken Soup for the Soul Book for Teens” about teenage boys, with their whole physically healthy lives ahead of them, committing suicide because their girlfriends unceremoniously “broke-up” with them. So “Ha” I proved my point and if I wasn’t in jail I probably would kill myself too.

It started and ended like this: the racial injustice in America. In May I got married for the 2nd time in my life to the love of my life, “Gabrielle,” in December I was arrested for a crime I never committed. I never saw it coming and I never saw her leaving. 6 years of companionship and less than a year of marriage sabotaged by the system, a good ol’ case of the powerless vs. the powerful.

Now you tell me who’s who? I loved my wife, not just a physical, worldly love but with a Christian, Agape love and I treasured every moment we shared in my heart. She tried to hold on but the weight of the evil we were up against was insurmountable. Eventually through God’s grace and power I overcame the system designed to play black’s to the left but the damage was done. I will always love “Gabrielle” for what was, what could have been and because “they” took it away. Now it was me against the world, literally, and I had to keep moving to “Higher” ground.

The pain of the loss spurned me to galvanize my love life and maximize my search for a female companion. God fearin’ people know when a door closes He opens a greater one for His own to walk through. For I was blessed with a chick after my own heart and life got a lot sweeter like red and blue cotton candy and caramel apples!

Deep down inside I was a Hollywood brotha’ so L.A. here I come. And best believe I have my movie star script and Grammy winning demo in hand. I’m all about the theraputicness of the palm trees, the mountains, desert climate, snow capped peaks, Pacific Ocean and oh yeah packed freeways. I’m a people person at heart and a loner by craft so I have an unique gift of being able to reach the most difficult to socialize with. That’s why I love God so much He doesn’t judge by outward appearances or what a piece of paper says, He judges the heart. I despise sneaky people, and I hate fake people. My goal is to make it to the “The Real People Hall of Fame” or the Heaven of Jesus Christ. He said He’ll never leave us or forsake us so my dream about being a star is for real but I don’t care about all that. I’d trade my star in to re-live re-experience the love I shared with “Gabrielle” for “Maybe the Moon.”  “Maybe the Moon”

Lord knows there’s probably no worse worldly illness, pain or sorrow than being heartbroken over a girl, better yet I know! Let me draw this comparison, people with stage 4 irreversible cancer still find the will, desire, & fortitude to keep living only to still succumb to their terminal illness, while the love scorned drive 9mm bullets through their healthy brains over a broad they can’t resist. I recall reading about the late Carolina Panthers linebacker Sam Mills making a harrowing speech as a coach to his players in the locker room before a play-off game while battling terminal intestinal cancer causing grown men to weep exclaiming to “Keep Pounding.” While also reading in prison, in a “Chicken Soup for the Soul Book for Teens” about teenage boys, with their whole physically healthy lives ahead of them, committing suicide because their girlfriends unceremoniously “broke-up” with them. So “Ha” I proved my point and if I wasn’t in jail I probably would kill myself too.

It started and ended like this: the racial injustice in America. In May I got married for the 2nd time in my life to the love of my life, “Gabrielle,” in December I was arrested for a crime I never committed. I never saw it coming and I never saw her leaving. 6 years of companionship and less than a year of marriage sabotaged by the system, a good ol’ case of the powerless vs. the powerful.

Now you tell me who’s who? I loved my wife, not just a physical, worldly love but with a Christian, Agape love and I treasured every moment we shared in my heart. She tried to hold on but the weight of the evil we were up against was insurmountable. Eventually through God’s grace and power I overcame the system designed to play black’s to the left but the damage was done. I will always love “Gabrielle” for what was, what could have been and because “they” took it away. Now it was me against the world, literally, and I had to keep moving to “Higher” ground.

The pain of the loss spurned me to galvanize my love life and maximize my search for a female companion. God fearin’ people know when a door closes He opens a greater one for His own to walk through. For I was blessed with a chick after my own heart and life got a lot sweeter like red and blue cotton candy and caramel apples!

Deep down inside I was a Hollywood brotha’ so L.A. here I come. And best believe I have my movie star script and Grammy winning demo in hand. I’m all about the theraputicness of the palm trees, the mountains, desert climate, snow capped peaks, Pacific Ocean and oh yeah packed freeways. I’m a people person at heart and a loner by craft so I have an unique gift of being able to reach the most difficult to socialize with. That’s why I love God so much He doesn’t judge by outward appearances or what a piece of paper says, He judges the heart. I despise sneaky people, and I hate fake people. My goal is to make it to the “The Real People Hall of Fame” or the Heaven of Jesus Christ. He said He’ll never leave us or forsake us so my dream about being a star is for real but I don’t care about all that. I’d trade my star in to re-live re-experience the love I shared with “Gabrielle” for “Maybe the Moon.” -Poetic Marcus Spartacus