honea byrne

...I can't remember many of the times I asked God to show me a sign. I also can't remember many of the times I asked God for help. Of course, I wanted instant guidance that was on my own terms. Just because I can't remember doesn't mean God didn't forget. Good thing that I didn't get what i thought I wanted. I may have not been ready. or maybe if I would have gotten what I wanted it would have damaged me. Or maybe God's time wasn't the same as my time.  This whole human will thing can be quite a fickle matter. It can be interesting to guess at what were signs and answers from God. It can be emotionally exhausting and exhilarating when searching, and putting meaning into events of our lives. What if events aren't meant to have meanings? Not having a meaning can be a meaning within itself. the other day when I received a message that was a scam. It was an invitation to join 'The Illuminati Brotherhood.' They were offering things like sp

"I'll pay you back when it happens," that was supposed to be the hook to convince his father to give him money. "You still looking for a job?" His father asked, already knowing that his son hadn't been looking. He had spoken to his son's mother, his second wife. "Oh yea I been looking for jobs. I have an interview with Anderson Law firm." Then the son continued with another lie. "I'm going to need some money to get some nice clothes." A few seconds later the father asked him, "Well, how much do you need?" "Two hundred dollars." "I'll give you fifty. Here you go, son." "Thanks, dad."  The son then quickly left the office, hearing the secretary and a client, "And there he goes." "Is that really his son?" "I'll show them all when it happens. I'll throw hundreds on the ground just to watch them grovel!" The son said out-loud. It was as if saying

Driving on that road. This road doesn’t seem to end. Been driving for hours now. I have a few more hours to go. Atlanta’s traffic sucks. Has twelve lanes that seem more like twenty lanes. Have to get a rhyme done. My next performance is a couple days from now. My cd’s are always with me when I drive. Listening to my cds helps me to pass the time. Many times, I’ll write down what ones I’ll listen to. I’m listening to Poison’s greatest hits. In seconds, there I am. It’s the 1980’s and the joys of driving a car. Me and my best friend are in the mall. I remember when he bought Poison’s first album. I remember the album Look What The Cat Dragged In. They were really beautiful looking women. And Now I find myself singing along with to the songs. I keep my sights peripheral. Thus comes a damning thought, “What will they think of me?” Then comes that classic song, “Was it something I said or something I did…” Damn the clouds are looking dark. Did I hear thunder? Or was it just the big truc