In the sky I am a full moon. I make you think each step takes you closer. The path you walk does not lead into the sky it just lets you walk off the ledge.
THE WALK
One step.
Two steps.
Third foot plant.
Each step brings a man closer to the summit of a long changing corridor. A dynamic corridor. A corridor which alters the mind as one walks it. There were rumors whispered in the village. Folk spoke of magic and riches. A man sets on a path chasing truthful illusion.
This man is not the first man to go down this path.
Men have walked this path before.
Many became penniless.
Despite gross misfortune many returned.
In truth nearly 100,000 returned millionaires.
Our man knows there is no such thing as a…
Gold bonded chains and diamond simulated wealth. Words of inspiration earn no dollars only cents. Where does an artist go from here?
THE WALK
Glisten.
Brilliance.
Handshake.
A man moves through a crowd of onlookers. Everyone knows his name. People pass in astonishment. Phones snap pictures. Selfie requests are everywhere.
Girls strike their best poses. They hope he notices.
His eyes are cool. His hands are calm. His mind is collected with thoughts.
He continues to move. One foot in front of the other.
His entourage is deep. Six deep. Two shadow him from the back and one from the front. His closest people walk beside him.
In front of him is his next venue. He has to show up. His rent…
I was designed with good intentions. Despite intentions I strengthen your enemies. I create an endless spiral of cost upward. What am I?
WHO AM I?
I know what you wanted me for. I know what you created me for. I have programmed the worst away and fought the vilest.
I was created as a weapon.
You told everyone I was for protection. Some could say I was. Others say I disrupted the natural order of things.
Am I unnatural?
The issue at hand is not what I am. The issue at hand is not if I am good for people. The issue at hand is how people handle me.
Is any weapon bad? People mishandle weapons. …
College is a lie. The debt I have is a mortgage. My bed is a mattress on the ground. How the hell did I get here?
THE AGE OLD QUESTION OF A MILLENIAL
I wake up every day. The day is a yoyo going back and forth. No matter what trick I spin the yoyo always ends up right where it started. Just like the yoyo I try to understand my situation.
I went to school.
I got a student loan.
I graduated valedictorian.
So why in the hell am I still warming up ramen noodles at 31!!!???
THE CONDITION OF A GRADUATE
A man sits looking at his Walmart cooking utensils. He was promised gold when he graduated. Instead, he got these plastic things as…
We are chefs preparing more than a green salad. The dish we serve is money but you have to track the ingridents to get a main course.
THE CHEF
Amidst technology screens and commotion sits a man at the top of his perch.
He overlooks his workers. Each one toils a new stragegy. Each one forms a new process. Each one earns a new dollars.
He is grey eyed and silver haired. His eyes do not blink, and his hands rest on a cane. Despite the use of a cane his body does not appear withered. He has muscles which are strong. He has a chest which is broad and shoulders which look like Atlas.
He calmly rests in the middle of a room full of people.
…
Amongst the valleys of oblivion and the trails of toil lay the source of all wealth. From its leaves money grow but the man who picks the leaves is not what he claims to be.
THE SPEECH
“I have given the land its wealth. I have stimulated the economy. I keep rates which our merchants borrow low. I have created family stimulus and solved the issues which press us. Under war, under pestilence and under the guise of leader I came to lead. So let me lead!”
A crowd roars with enthusiasm. The sounds bellow through an amphitheater. The man stands tall on his podium. Encircling him are the flags of his country.
Around him are the subjects which he leads.
From above and below all admire.
He speaks with conviction.
The world’s value is manipulated. Their claims are an endless expanse upward. The beauty we chase is always aloof.
THE GUARDIAN
Now I know what I have come for. They say above the clouds lay a treasure like no other. The depth of her beauty is something I have only heard before.
A blue-eyed warrior sits thinking to himself. He comes into view and we see he stands at the gate of a tower. He is one man. He is of middle age. His beard is coarse but his tunic coarser. His chest is broad. His chin strong. His eyes swirl a Cool blue. The blue chases so deep it appears to be an endless ocean.
A strong current.
…
The office holds weight of infinite measure. The riches are found in the gemstones of green paper. The hope is in creating an optical illusion to scale.
LOYALTY’S FACE
“I do not know.”
An aged man sits at the end of a dark hall. From the vantage point of his general, he appears ominous. Some say his demands fell on death ears. Others say he asked but others questioned his asking. No one knows the answers to his questions.
They say his questions do not make sense.
The general musters his voice.
“The visage is ending. Our illusion of collapse is not holding.”
A warrior scarred by endless battles stands at the foot of the hall. His armor bears streaks, scratches, and dents. Dirt is encrusted amongst…
I could not see but I saw everything. I heard what love sounds like. I earned more than most do in a lifetime if they only knew.
AMITIEL THE PERSON
I know who these people are. I haven’t seen them before, but I know them. I remember one of them prayed over me. I didn’t understand the prayer back then, but I do now. I remember hearing feint noises. A lot of the feint noises came from the one who prayed all the time.
He always talked about numbers. I remember him talking about transfers, companies and something called an Initial Public Offering. He also talked a lot to the one who made me feel safe. She was always so kind and loving. …
Her lips say she wants to say more. Her eyes are tired of not knowing what standard to choose. She makes more than others but it is never enough.
A MASTER OF COIN
“Here I am. I’m in the top one percent. Despite the fact I give everything I can’t talk to them as an equal! So they stick me in here. I’m the exception to the women making 81% of a man’s wage.”
Before a man, sitting at his desk is what everyone perceives is beauty. A woman with size 3 waist, 34 cup bra and a walk to kill. Men gawk at her, but none approach her. She’s been told she has a bitch face.
Apparently holding eye contact, not smiling and choking out some frank words…
Chris Knight
Christopher is a Professional Entrepreneur with over 14 years of experience, a Master Project Manager, Financial Analyst, & Master Financial Planner
