Open Your Eyes

Open Your Eyes

By Andre Alan

Close your eyes and imagine yourself on the beach with close friends and loved ones. Standing on the lip of the shore, waves cascading against your feet and retreating. Your mother makes a joke barely on the edge of hearing and your father laughs aloud. You notice your sisters playing in the water and a smile comes across your face despite trying to hide it. You walk over to the towel laying in the warm sand and lay down under the bright mid day sun. The rays of sunshine beaming down upon you like a thousand light bulbs gently pressed against your skin. You close your eyes and revel in this moment of complete and utter happiness. You are at peace.

A wind gently blows across your exposed belly and you sit up. Looking left then right, slowly scanning the area, no one is around; getting up slowly you walk along the beach. The moon is high in the night sky shining bright, sparkling like a million fireflies above a lake. You notice a light tower, and a beam shines in front of you and slowly moves on its predetermined coarse, clockwise then out to see. Walking towards the light house as if the tower was your beckon, your sanctuary; the same way the light guides boats to shore it guides you to a palace where you are the light that everyone turns to when they are lost. Walking slowly, the feeling of soft grains of sands gently caressing your bare feet, sliding between your toes with every step.

Inside the tower it is utterly dark with only the light at the top. Climbing the stairs slowly you here music playing a soft tune in the background, a welcoming sound harmonizing with the waves colliding far out to sea. As you reach the top, candles lit the room in a dim glow leading you along rose petals. As feet and flower petal unite, relaxation overwhelms you in waves shooting vibrations through your spine. The petals disappear behind you but the soft bed in the shape of a heart calls out to you. Lying upon the bed covered in red rose petals. Gently you collide with the mattress, it sinks in under your weight and petals go up all around in a wisp of steam. It holds you close and the tendrils of smoke that permeate the room slowly caress every crevice or your body. You loosen the knot of muscles in your back that you were not aware of and visibly relax. The mist that surrounds you releases moisture and your body glistens in the moonlight. A sparkling sheen covers your naked figure glowing as if you were born of light; a compassionate touch along the small of your back, a kiss from a love long lost brings a shiver of delight.

Open your eyes.

For I am here. Whenever you are feeling lonely.

Open your eyes

Whenever you are sad.

Open your eyes

Whenever you are felling unloved.

Open your eyes

The Autobiography of Malcolm X review

After reading the ‘Autobiography of Malcolm X’ many of you may think that I have converted to the nation of Islam, or become a ‘Black Muslim’ or have simply just become a black man that hates white people. Let me say now that that is far from the truth. I am a Christian, who still believes in Jesus Christ (who of course was a black man) and I am devout in my faith…, no book could change that except for the Bible.

Although, I must say that the autobiography of brother Malcolm has forever changed my point of view on not only America but on the world.

I will be the first afro-american to say that I honestly do love America. This is the land where I was born, where I grew up, this is all I know…, but at the same time I am fully well aware of the struggle that every child with dark complexioned skin is born with. It does not matter if you are black, brown, red, or yellow; if you are not white then the deck is stacked against you, especially if you reside within the United States of America; the land where the native american’s were destroyed, the land where Asian immigrants where exploited, the land where people with white skin were welcomed openly ‘Give us your sick, your tired, your poor…, blah, blah, blah…, this is the land where dreams come true.

But do not get me wrong; although I respect the brother Malcolm and wish I could have gotten a chance to sit down and meet this strong black man, I am not against white people or for black separatism. I am for the unity of the human race. The bible teaches that we are all brothers and sisters, regardless of race, creed, color or religious belief. So even though a person may be a different religion from myself, that does not mean that people who worship different religions do not have something that they can learn from one another. Just because a person is different from you on the outside, does not mean that you do not share common traits on the inside.

One of my major take-aways from this book was the sad fact that the brother Malcolm was so fully entrenched within the Nation of Islam to the point of being a puppet; after reading about this mans journey through life, from a small town in Michigan to the Big Apple then to prison and lastly rising to the heights of international sensation. There are major forces in this world that are both good and evil. We as human beings need to open our eyes and think critically before it is too late. 

By Andre Alan

Concept of Time

It seems like as I get older the more I find myself wondering about the concept of time
The application of time
The How, Who, and the Why of time
I find myself thinking in terms of time being more valuable than any other asset
Evaluating what my time is spent doing
Perhaps it is the evolution of time
That as we evolve as humans, time flows around us
What if time is an illusion?
Would it be safe to say that time is what we make it?
Instead maybe we should focus on doing the most with the time that we are given

Starting Anew

Just started reading a new science fiction fantasy novel that I have been meaning to check out. 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer. I have to say that so far, I am pleasantly surprised. The writing flows, and even though I have only read the first few chapters so far, I can say that Stephenie has done her job and 'hooked' me with the first few pages. The steady stream of interesting dialogue keeps the story moving at a nice pace. Not only that but the world that I am being introduced to is intriguing and I cannot wait to find out more about Seekers, Healers, and of course, this female who somehow becomes a host. Let's see how long its takes me to get through this one.

by Andre Alan

Halloween 2011

When this comes out

I will probably be out

So go out and

Have a good time

Live in the moment

Nosce te ipsum

By Andre Alan

Ramblings of a CEO

They say trust your gut

But my stomach is filled with butterflies

Emotions are fleeting

Stick to the facts

Well facts can be misleading

Numbers do not lie

In my opinion it depends on who is slicing the pie

By Andre Alan

5x5 Short Story

Endless Sleep 

By Andre Alan

Sleep all day and night

Wake to take a shot

Then go back to sleep

If your will is weak

Pop pills go to sleep