Matthew Primous
Bio
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
Stories (289/0)
Love at its Simplicity
Everyone is worthy of love. This is fundmental truth that cannot be taken away from anyone who is: If you are willing to fight for it. If you are willing to reach down for it. You are worthy of love. Love is not a cliche just like peace is not a cliche. You cannot have peace in your life unless you learned to love. Love starts basic and love conquers great levels of thoughts and ways because it is informidable. Love cannot be stopped by anything and this does not mean it is violent or forciful. Love is spiritual and physical. Love knows when to back down and rely on faith and hope. Love isn't about force, love is about will and the will to hope and encourage with faith. Love has to be the centerpiece otherwise everything will lose lusters. Love is the source of life and its strength. And if you can find somebody or somebody find you and love you, you must know you are worthy. Self-worth is key to accepting love. You cannot accept love without knowing you are worthy. Everyone deserves to be loved if they want it, if they deserve it and if they are willing to lay down their struggles for it. You don't have to have the perfect background, you don't have to be the strongest, you don't have to be the smartest. You have to work with the life you have been given. You have to work with the things you have been given. You have to say to yourself that I am somebody, I am worthy for love, I am a gift. I am a treasure. Because these things are true. Love would not let you chase it forever. Love will come to you when you least expect it. Love will open your eyes to new things you never knew about yourself and your life. Love is a quest. Love is like being a knight. You have to muster up the strength to fight and live. Sometimes you might not know what you are doing. Sometimes you might falter but be not afraid. Don't dwell upon your shortcomings. Don't dwell upon your fears. Love sees passed all that and recognized you as you. See you for you as you see them for them. It is a mutual platform. As you talk together, you begin to see your likes. You begin to see that they can relate to you. You begin to see that you are respected and cherished. Your hearts become interwined almost like a rose patch. Your pain becomes their pain. Your hurt becomes their hurt. Your sorrow becomes their sorrow. Your joy becomes their joy. The unification of the souls is aburt and vital to the essence of life. And as you share your past, its darkness and gloom, their voice becomes a sense of reasoning and rationaling for you. They pull you out of your dark tunnel and you are set free from that state of misery. Yes, love is grand and love is great. Love is more than a philosophy, it is life and its eternal. The human mind never forgets when it has been touched by love. The human spirit remembers love like yesterday. And a glance at a former love no matter the ills can revitalized in the memory quickly. Love is the ink on our souls that united us, it is the medicine to the hurt life gives us. Love is the filter of good in our lives that breaks down our defensive mechanisms. Love fosters growth and development. Love determines who will thrive and who will fall. Because love has the power to overcome any day. We must simply love!
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Psyche
Inspirational Mediation
There's healing power in inspirational words.Inspirational words can brighten the day of someone whose lost all hope. Inspirational words can build up someone to do the right thing. You can never know the full impact of inspirational words. Something happens when our minds focus on words. It begins to fight and it begins to breathe life into us. We are no longer focus on inability. We are no longer focus on what scares us. We are no longer concentrated on our illnesses. Sometimes we may even smile and get happy because we realize life is more than what you suffer. Words have power and words have life. To mediate is to actual insenuate power to those words, when we start using those words to breathe and exhale, we become unstoppable. Inspirational words begin to make us stronger than we ever been before. We are no longer acting in denial. We are no longer acting weak. We are no longer worn. We become stronger men and stronger women. We are clear about our destiny. We are determined to overcome. We are determined to fight on. Our minds become stronger and aware of what it must do to survive. Thus helping us to live on and choose how our fate may be. These words give us strength and they give us power. We can actually feel them move in our hearts and move in our veins. Like saying, I can make it. Or I am strong. Or I am powerful. Or I believe. Or I can do this. Or I can beat this. Or I can see now. And when we combine them with our treatment, we can surge with the power of healing. Believing in something makes life worth while. Believing in others make you capable of accomplishing anything. Believing in yourself can help you know more about your weaknesses and your strengths. I believe life is all about believing. Medicine does heal and medicine works more effectively when the mind allows it to work. Sometimes our mind wants to know everything, which is nearly impossible. Our minds are in disarray when we are ill, we are unable to think clearly. We are unable to process the ideologies of medicine and recovery. We have to believe in our experts and believe in our supports. Somethings are too hard to explain and the time wasted on learning could have been spent better on healing. In our healing, we can learn about the process. I would rather heal than learn the linguistic because your body needs to heal first before understanding the process. And your mind can be overreacting to the medicine due to its imbalance over the illness. There are those times that we think that treatment failed because of us. Treatment is a test, nothing more and nothing less. We must find the courage to go on. The human spirit is greater than tests and strides. There are people who made it because of their experts alone. There are even more people who made it because of their beliefs. We must recognize that we set the standard for the next generations, our children, the future of this world. Your life may be the testament that saved other generations from going through what you've been through. We have a task at hand, life or death. We must choose to give life by fighting to the bitter end. We must stride on until we can no longer breathe. And use our mind, our words as inspiration for this test. That we may stand as a testament to faith in humanity and love for eachother.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Psyche
The Power of Economic Hypotheses
Investment is all about faith and credit. Do you have faith in that business? Will you give it the credit it so deserves? If you don't have faith in a business then that business may or may not grow. You have to believe that the business is able to do what it says it can do. Faith is nothing without evidence and works. The evidence is the history of that business. Did that business do enough research? Do they know their strengths and weaknesses? Are they aware of their competition? These questions should go through your mind as you invest. Only invest if the business answers all these questions. Businesses should know the work that lies ahead, the challenges that awaits them on their journey. Because if they don't then they are clueless about the struggles of businesses. They must know the mountains they will climb and the valleys they will have to soar in. Business is challenging but also it is rewarding. It is important to set certain goals for success for both business and investing. There is nothing wrong with social investing or sustainable investing, where you invest because the business promise to do certain social building programs and they are committed to bettering the understanding of equity. I want to make it clear that equity is sustainable and equity is a grand investment. For instance, investing in women is simply smart, women live longer and are known to be more healthier than men. Women can bring millions and billions of dollars into the economy just by having equality. Another instance, other minorities' equity can end work related stresses, it can prevent businesses' culture problems that prohibit business growth and prosperity. Even families' equity can be very good because families have loyalty to a business, when a business pays for their employee children's education, they are building a smarter workforce and retaining employment. These are just facts from the experts. I personally invest in sustainability because it leaves a lasting legacy. It tells your children that you care about the world and the way they spend their inheritance. It tells history that you were a changemaker. I advised don't be dumbfounded, make sure it is a good company with a good track record of successes and an honest team to lead the charge for social equity. You should make sure their board have experts or that they are advised by people who can help them reach their destiny. Be aware of businesses that change their policy without telling the shareholders. Be aware of too good to be true numbers. In your research, see if the government is backing them, see if they have federal funding, see if they are willing to show their financers. It is good to research and research and research then make an educated decision like doctors do for their patient. We must create economic hypothesis based on experts. Money is investment is a vehicle but not everything. And we must apply a comfortable credit after paying bills and maintaining necessities then calculate what your leftover amount is and how much you can deal without. Budgeting is key to maintaining and availing credit to invest in businesses. And remember to make businesses work for your credit, see how fast they can get results and reward them importantly reward them with more investment or word of mouth marketing. More investment meaning gather more investors or put your money where your mouth is at, give them more money by purchasing more shares. Businesses still rely on word of mouth even with social media commenting and posting and reviewing can boster a business reputation.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Trader
The Power of Economic Hypotheses
Investment is all about faith and credit. Do you have faith in that business? Will you give it the credit it so deserves? If you don't have faith in a business then that business may or may not grow. You have to believe that the business is able to do what it says it can do. Faith is nothing without evidence and works. The evidence is the history of that business. Did that business do enough research? Do they know their strengths and weaknesses? Are they aware of their competition? These questions should go through your mind as you invest. Only invest if the business answers all these questions. Businesses should know the work that lies ahead, the challenges that awaits them on their journey. Because if they don't then they are clueless about the struggles of businesses. They must know the mountains they will climb and the valleys they will have to soar in. Business is challenging but also it is rewarding. It is important to set certain goals for success for both business and investing. There is nothing wrong with social investing or sustainable investing, where you invest because the business promise to do certain social building programs and they are committed to bettering the understanding of equity. I want to make it clear that equity is sustainable and equity is a grand investment. For instance, investing in women is simply smart, women live longer and are known to be more healthier than men. Women can bring millions and billions of dollars into the economy just by having equality. Another instance, other minorities' equity can end work related stresses, it can prevent businesses' culture problems that prohibit business growth and prosperity. Even families' equity can be very good because families have loyalty to a business, when a business pays for their employee children's education, they are building a smarter workforce and retaining employment. These are just facts from the experts. I personally invest in sustainability because it leaves a lasting legacy. It tells your children that you care about the world and the way they spend their inheritance. It tells history that you were a changemaker. I advised don't be dumbfounded, make sure it is a good company with a good track record of successes and an honest team to lead the charge for social equity. You should make sure their board have experts or that they are advised by people who can help them reach their destiny. Be aware of businesses that change their policy without telling the shareholders. Be aware of too good to be true numbers. In your research, see if the government is backing them, see if they have federal funding, see if they are willing to show their financers. It is good to research and research and research then make an educated decision like doctors do for their patient. We must create economic hypothesis based on experts. Money is investment is a vehicle but not everything. And we must apply a comfortable credit after paying bills and maintaining necessities then calculate what your leftover amount is and how much you can deal without. Budgeting is key to maintaining and availing credit to invest in businesses. And remember to make businesses work for your credit, see how fast they can get results and reward them importantly reward them with more investment or word of mouth marketing. More investment meaning gather more investors or put your money where your mouth is at, give them more money by purchasing more shares. Businesses still rely on word of mouth even with social media commenting and posting and reviewing can boster a business reputation.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Trader
Freedom's Tree
Gather round children. I am gonna tell ya a story about that tree planted in the center of the family's land. It was planted in 1855 when your great great great grandfather escaped slavery. His father told him to planted this tree for it symbolized freedom. And he kept his promise to his father who gave his life for his freedom. The Naturner Family goes way back in the Deep South, it must have been a century before they escaped. Their family were taken from somewhere in west Africa by boat with slave traders. They were chained up so they could not escaped. They ate in chains, they slept in chains, everything was done in chains on the boat. They had a rough ride through the Atlantic Ocean with a pitstop in the Carribeans where they were to be sold to the highest bidder. The patriarch of the Naturner Family was still with his native tribemen. They had the men separated from the women in different levels of the ship. Naturner and the tribesmen were scared of their massive guns and weaponry. All of the tribe was separated except pregnant women. The pregnant women were seen as worth more because of two were sold for the price of one. Naturner ended up with a slavemaster who gave him that name. He believed Naturner would serve the family long and would be obedient since he was so young. He was about 17 years old when he went into slavery. Slave life was hard being feed bites and leftovers. Naturner would worked out in the field all day and sometimes all night. He did this consecutively thinking his master would free him or make his life better. Afterall, his Master taught him how to read from the Bible and basic English to understand commands. He would try to be the best slave he could be. And one day, he was called into the Master's house, he had to stand without sitting because he was a slave. The Master said that he was a good slave and that he sees fit for him to have a wife. The Master wanted him to have children so he could sell them to his friends and neighbors. Naturner was happy but he figured something wasn't right. Naturner and his wife had no wedding because they were slaves. She was just brought into his slave cabin. She had to work in the Master's house. Naturner was thankful because she would be able to endure her pregnancy in the Master's house rather than in the field. He was inspired and hopeful to do more work for his master. He would work all night just to hold her in the morning and eat with her. He would double his labor just for a child. When she bore a child, the doctor said she cannot have anymore. The child was a boy and he named him Nat after the Master's suggestion. Naturner seen his family less and less. He had to do extra labor to see his wife. His son was under the Master's care. Everyday he would try to look through the Master's window to glance at his son and wife. It was like this for several years until the boy turned ten years old. When Master was preparing for his daughter's wedding, Naturner's wife overheard the Master saying that he will sell Nat to the groom's family. The Master's daughter wedding was at the end of harvest. Naturner's wife told him the Master's plan and he was furious. He then turned on his Master and plotted to escape with his family. Now the Master was in no condition to run after slaves, he begin letting Naturner take with him more family time. The Naturner family begin to plot how they might runaway together. They waited till the new season came where the sun started to go down quicker. And just after the day's work ended, Naturner's wife has been storing up food from the Master's house and when she received enough. Naturner has been watching the slavedrivers and they took a break at twilight. The Naturner family stood awake until they heard the horses leave. The Naturner family fled on foot and they walked all that night about a couple of miles in the wilderness. They hid by day in the forest. Master was angry and he demanded answers from the other slavedrivers. He called the bounty to help them find the Naturner Family. They were on the run days turned into weeks. And just when they were about to run out of food, they found the Underground Railroad. When they travelled with them about a week, Master caught up with them. The Naturner family travelled two miles ahead and Master was two and a quarter mile away. Naturner's wife worried and cried to her husband, Naturner. He brought in his son, "Nat I have to asked you to do this thing. Runaway with your Momma. It's me they want. I cannot bear for you to be a slave. Your mother will teach you everything about me but I have to sacrifice myself for ya. It's not easy but I am willing. I must. Ya are the only family I have." Nat said,"But Father who will protect us, who will be there for us? How can I be a man without learning from my father?" Naturner responded, "Son you can remember me by planting that tree. Remember I labor for you. Your mother gave birth to you. But I bore the lashes, I bore the labor. I cried for you. I would die for you. They say a tree lives very long. And it symbolized freedom. Remember and don't ever give up. Now I have to go." Naturner's wife exclaimed,"Naturner don't go without hugging and kissing us. Your love is all I had but now I have to receive it from my son and his children. I will never marry another man not now not ever till death shall we part." And Naturner hugged and kissed his wife and then his son, he kissed his son's forehead and hugged him tight. Then Naturner said, "Now before I go. Stay with these fellows till you reached North and get your own land.Remember plant that tree.And son passed the land to your children's children. Good Bye." He waited a couple of miles off planning to distract the slavedrivers and bounty hunters by purposing leaving clues something he remember from his youth in Africa when hunting. He distracted them for weeks and they caught him. Till he finally decided in his mind that he wanted to be free and fought with them broke his chains and broke a couple of rifles until he was shot faraway by a bounty hunter. Naturner bled to death in the woods and his Master tried to retrace the steps of Naturner's wife and son but they made it here up North safe and established the family and planted this tree that stood nearly a hundred years.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Journal
Growing Up These Days
People don't know this but I am more than what is said about me. I am more than my actions. I was young. I was free. My father always told me that choices is what makes life worth it. I was a curious child. I always wanted to know what is like to be like my parents. I didn't want to grow up fast but just understand life from their viewpoint. My earliest memory spending tea time with my father and mother. We were happy then life was good. I had control over how much tea and everyone said it was good. My mother would ask if we were finish when the telephone ring or the doorbell ring because she was eager to see who it was. My father would reassure me that I was the most important thing to him. I love it when it was my birthday because everyone would bring gifts and I would always tell my parents when I could talk and speak my mind, "Momma and Daddy I want to grow up and be like you. You're the best and I love you so much." My parents would hold back their tears and smile through my little speeches. That was my part in trying to keep the family together was to be a good child. I made some friends but I could not remember much. Well I remember we used to walk to school together and play on the school bus back. We spend afterschool together. My friend helped me when these bullies came to our playground. The bully made fun of us being little girls, she was probably mad that she wasn't cute anymore. I said something smart that my parents told me if anyone bullies me. And the bully was about to push me hard on the playground but my friend took the hit. My friend had to go to the hospital. I felt it was all my fault. I didn't want to go in because I felt guilty. I tried to explain but everybody wanted to blame me except my parents. That was the last time I saw my friend, my best friend and we moved to another neighborhood. I had to go to special needs classes to catch up on the new standard. My parents tried to reassured me that it was a better neighborhood and a better school and I cried, "But I missed my best friend and I missed my teachers and I missed the playground." They said, "Dia, we can't go back. It's not safe for you. You will make new friends. You will have new great teachers. You will see. Just give it a try please." I agreed and after struggling for years in the new school system with little recess. I came out on top, Mr. Rio, my fourth grade teacher asked me to do a spelling bee contest. I only held on to the last fourth round. In middle school, I was so excited about English and History because I wanted to learn more about everything. My mind was like a sponge. My English Teacher, Mrs. Potts said "You are as smart as me if you keep learning, if you keep reading you will be on top of everything. I am sure. You're a great student." I had so many friends, everyone knew the girl who understood English and History so well that she could recite the textbook. But what about high school? Mr. Rhodes, my History Teacher suggested I start high school early. I was shocked. I told my parents and they were surprised. My mother told me to stick to my books and be aware of the atmosphere of high school. I told her it would only be a year early at age 13. Waterdale High School was different. The guys were aggressive and the girls were too. Everybody was in the midst of puberty. I remember going to my locker and one of the most popular girls was liplock with her boyfriend. I also heard from a friend that the guys were watching me. I told her that I vowed to not have a boyfriend until everything I fought for came true. I started to notice in tenth grade my changes and so did the guys. The girls were getting more aggressive towards me. Just about the end of the year, my friend consulted me and she said, "Dia I'm pregnant. What am I gonna do? You're smart. You're young. And you're not easily tricked." I responded, "GIrl you got your own life ahead of you. Have you thought about abortions? I know its hard. I know its difficult but are you ready for this?" My friend said, "The father doesn't care. And my parents will be upset if I have the child. Even though they are divorced. They will make it hard on me. I have no one else to turn to." I said, "Maybe you should talk to your counselor first and see what they say. I'll support you Sancha. You're my best friend in the whole world. You were always there for me. And I will be always there for you." I kept the secret from my parents till she decided what to do. And Sancha had the abortion because she did not want to drop out of school and she was not ready for a baby. And without any support, she was alone and she never told her parents about the truth so they will pay for it. My parents asked me "Why aren't you happy Dia? Why are you sad? It's your 16th Birthday!" I responded in tears, "Mom my friend, my best friend, Sancha was pregnant. Her parents forced her to have an abortion. I agree and feel guilty. Did I do the right thing? Did I say the right words?" My father let my mother handled it, "Dia you don't know. It's not your fault. You are not responsible for her and neither is she responsible for you. You're friends but friendship goes only so far. You did not force her. You did not make it. It's not your fault." My mother moves to hug me. My father was moved to say,"Dia we tried to have another child but we couldn't. Your mother had a natural abortion. We didn't know how to tell you that your sibling, your little brother, or little sister weren't going to make it. But now we did. You know the real us. You know our wrongs. You can now understand our mistakes in life. You're not young anymore. Things happen that you cannot control but you have to believe that the good will win. Celebrate what you have today." And my father wrapped his arms around both of us. I called up my friend but she did not answer. I called up her for many weeks, her parents answered and said that she is healing in the hospital. I asked and pleaded to see her. Sancha's parents gave the address and room number. As I walked into the room, I took a deep breath. My friend yelled my name. I was surprised. "Dia I missed you so much. I missed school. Forget that guy I can find someone better. The doctors just wanted me to be careful. They say too many can stop pregnancy period. I've been thinking about you. Don't wait on me. Come visit. I haven't decided on going back to that school but I will be okay." And Dia with tears of joy hugged Sancha with all her might and said "You know I love you girl." And Sancha repeated her and she spent the whole night there updating her friend and visiting her until she left the hospital.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Humans
The Amazing Singer
Many people don't know but I always loved to sing. Ever since I was four or five years old I knew dancing and singing was for me. I remember dancing and hopping myself to the beat of those popular songs, where the singers sing real good and talking love. Those R&B classics and Pop favorites. Some say it stop me from crying listening to that music. In the beginning when I was real little, my Mom would sing some spirituals to quiet me and I loved her singing. When I got a little older, I started liking other people's singing. Especially their singing on television, it blew my mind and change my world. At age 6, I was ready to get my debut, my teacher Ms. Love said if I make the highest grades then I would be taught to sing. So I prayed "Make me a singer, I will work really hard and never stop." And months later when my grades came in, I was being taught music, it started out with just the notes, I just mimick the teacher. He was so handsome and older like at least my father's age or maybe my grandfather as he played the piano. I was awe struck and determined. I added a bit of comedy in front of the cameras because I was nervous in my pretty dress. The teacher spoke for the both of us. Everybody was looking at us in amazement. At that performance, all I remember coming back home and Mom pull me aside and said "You've been could sing. I didn't know how to teach you but you could sing." And then I remember singing in children choirs, I was not afraid to lift my voice. I was glad to have a mic and praising. We were singing church songs from the radio. I was waiting to put some Soul or new sound to those songs because I love changing my vocals and using my voice as an instrument. I found out how high my voice could go when I finally perform lead at church. I sung James Cleveland's Victory Shall Be Mines for my Momma. Then years later at another church at age 8, I performed with my sisters in a trio made by a close older friend at church, we sung Gonna Lay My Burdens in front of the church and we were applauded. Grandma was watching in the crowd, she wanted to surprise me after church. She asked the Pastor to leave me behind. Grandma at relieved said, "Gia, you can really sing. You stand out. You gonna be great you're gonna be something. You are a prize. You're very pretty. I know everyone in the family have their differences but we all believe you are gonna be great. I believe in you. Don't stop singing." And she hugged me and tickled me and I cried laughing. She kept saying "you promised" and I would say "yesss." I never would forget her long, gray hair all the way down to her back and how she let me touch her cheek with my little hands. I never saw her again and that sadden me. At her funeral, I was a little lost and Momma reminded me of my promise to keep singing. I sung in church choirs and we almost won a competition that got me determine again to be an amazing singer. Afterwards the Pastor said "I hope you children are inspired to be something great. I hope you can believe that you have a purpose. I know its hard not winning but we come this far by faith. So pull it together, its not the end, we have more to accomplished. There's hope and there's excitement for our future." Then at the end of elementary, I had a mentor named Janet, she was a college student. She knew I loved drawing but she didn't know I love music and dancing. I finally told her when she gave me an artkit. She showed me all her drawings and I was amazed and yelled "I like music too. I mean I loved music and dancing." Janet said, "Show me your moves girl." And I tried a little dancing and sung a little song I learned. Janet clapped and said "it was really good, where did you learned that? I wanted to know." I said, "At church and on the radio and on television." Janet whisper, "You want a piece of advise. Don't stop singing. Keep on dancing. And you will get there. No matter how hard the fight." I said "That is what my grandmother said before she died. Momma keeps me in choirs. And its kind of hard to keep on but I love it so much." Janet said, "You know baby. Life may be hard but that means there's more to adventure. There's more for you." That was the last time I saw Janet because I moved to the Middle school. It's not easy going through the school system being a young black girl. People pick on you and they make fun of you. And sometimes adults won't listen. This girl kept messing with my earrings. I told her to stop but she wouldn't. I think she was jealous and a group of girls in the classroom didn't like me looking cute. I remember what my parents told me to not let anyone bully me so I push her against the file cabinet and told her to stop. I cried profusely because I didn't want to get into trouble with the vice principal. I moved to another section of the middle school and I did really well. My grades were honor roll and it made me reflected especially since the school's talent show was coming up. I wanted to participate. All my music teachers recommended me and my friends said I would really tear the house down. Momma said I can wear my blue velvet dress from church, she said I'm gonna be great and she is proud of me. Before the audition, I played on the piano and sing the song to my younger sister and she was wowed and said I should do everything. I tried but Ms.McDawn really wanted to play along. At the audition, I was almost at the end and tired and sad because I thought I was not gonna make it but the crowd roar with my Amazing Grace. Another boy was singing the song with a guitar and I was almost left out of the show but my music teacher Ms. McDawn gave me a second chance by playing on the piano to my singing. I remember this big performance like it was yesterday, there were three hundred people in the audience each time. I had to sing the song three times because the school was that big. I remember saying in my head, "This is my big shot. My time to shine. Don't blow it. Just sing. You know it. Just sing. Remember what your Momma said and how she sing to you. It's your turn! Just Sing!"
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Journal
The Wise Queen
The King reigned for a very long time. Most of his close relatives had cease. He was on the throne for almost three quarters of a century. He was so prestigious that his advisors and important members of Parliament wanted to know who he would choose as a successor since he had so many immediate family members and his reign was unprecedent. The King asked for time away from major decisions to choose, which was a shock throughout Parliament because in all the years he had reign never did he asked for time away from power. He left his country in the hands of his top advisors and the Prime Minister with Parliament. The King who was up in years and elderly visited every relative that were to in line for the crown, specifically and primarily the top three since he was up in years. The first descendant's family greeted the king with cheerfulness and formality. The King looked for a bit of fresh views and informed decisions. He asked them about what they felt on doing certain tasks. They almost passed but the first descendant did not think independently. The second descendant's family greeted the king with his favorite foods. The King was all delighted and when he asked to see the heir to be. He found she just turned 18 years old. He was concerned whether such power should be given at that age. The third descendant's family was a young family just married three years prior. And they lived philosophy free with wild thoughts and uncanny decision making, And immediately the King refused. The King took another month to rest from his travels and think over his decision. Over time, he begin to really liked the young woman becoming Queen. He thought "a change in perspective, a change in formalities, a change in thought will do these bureaucrats some good." He talked it over with his top advisors and they were firmly bent on choosing a similar successor but the King argued for change, "Enough with formalities, enough with manipulation, enough with foul play. This nation need someone young who can reside like me. Someone daring to try new ideas, someone who can learn the trade and prosper. We may have a lot of problems but a young successor, who is learned and well trained and ambitious, a challenger can lead us forward. And by grace make us last another century or leave a mark for another millennium. And my second descendant can, I know she can. I will bring her before you and important members of Parliament within a week after my initial test." The King asked all of his descendants to his palace in the Capitol on a paid trip. As they looked and toured the palace thoroughly, all were impressed and eager to rule. And when they enter the throne room. The King was on the throne and he commanded the guides to exit. "One of you will sit on my throne. One of you will be the Monarch. Let me tell you what I expect out of my successor. Grace, compassion, independence, ambitious, thoughtfulness, hopefulness, and love of country. I have been on this throne for almost a century. I have loved this country from conception. I am willing to die for it and still willing to die for it. I expect that out of my successor." The first descendant said, "I will do what you did for all these years and showed that I can lean on advisors. They know you and they know the country. We will be strong and continue the work you've done. Your throne will be secured under me." The third descendant said, "I will decide whether they are any good and tell Parliament what to do. I will figured out my own way to leading. I know my ideas are risky but they will paid off. Being King is all about leading and being obeyed." The second descendant said, " I'll rather learn from the King to be Queen. Take his advise and combined it with common knowledge. See if my advisors have better advice then asked Parliament to work together. Unity is what guide us and unity is what builds us. Risky decisions will tear this country apart. And the same decisions only can go so far. We need fresh blood and steady firm hands." Then the King looked directly at his second descendant, glaring saying "You are the one. Pull back the drapes and let the top members of Parliament and my advisors anointed her."
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Humans
The Good King
There was a land of many castles, each upon a hill. The grandest castles in that part of the world symbolizing the land's greatness. And the glory of that land was the majestic castle and that majestic castle owned by the King. The King who was married, he was a deep thinker. He remembered the words of his predecessor, who was King that "a King knows what a king to do", "a King is what a king becomes", and "a King is a king when decisions arises easily". And he never thought he had to face a day where that was to be true until his country felt tumult. The land went through a famine, farmers search for relief, the famine drew so severe that the land was losing its once beauty and the people were on the verge of fighting each other. So the King called together his ministers and he asked them what to do. They all gave uncanny answers, most were extreme. He then asked his royal advisors who narrowed it down to two or three plans. The King met with his closer advisors and important members of Parliament, they worked overnight for days and finally they could not narrow less than two plans. The plan was to borrow an extreme amount of necessities from allies being in debt or to rational the national input to consolidate debt and partially pay for farmers necessities. A quick thought came to the king, in his heart of heart he was determined and swift and wise. Like a rush of wind, like a keen lion, like a fast eagle, an idea came to him. He first presented it to his advisors then to parliament stating, "We will do both. We will borrow no more than half to conserve debt while curbing the national debt to pay for it and supporting only good farmers with supplies and supplying our families with goods." His advisors were concerned and members of parliament were in a derision but the King stood firm on his decision. He even entreated them that if they have a better plan to bring it forward suggesting that "time is essence and our people need resolutions. Politics will not defer the will for it is of both, earnestly seek and fervently do and I am certain there is no better plan in all the land." And the Prime Minister and Parliament voted supporting the resolution and his advisors were relieved. At first farmers resisted but their starving children and wives convinced them. The King's people were happy within months and months of relief and as a hopeful Spring, the land had a prosperous rainfall. Parliament found the good farmers predicted to increase harvest more than previous years, in expectation they made preparations for them to hire or purchase the bad farmers' land to restore the nation back to its former glory. And they asked the King to convinced the good farmers and cheer up the bad farmers. The King went to the farmers himself and shook the hands of the good farmers and inquire of them to help their neighbors. He drink with them and ate with them. He wanted them to know that a King is flesh and bones, human and good and kind and gracious and a leader to be respected. He wanted to thank them all personally. And finally he wanted to see for himself and reasoned for the good charter between the good farmers and bad farmers. You see a King can be anything, a king can do anything but a good king is loved by his actions, a good king is respected by others, and a good king knows when to be decisive.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Humans
Bourgnew's Legendary Tale
There was a famine in the lions' country so severe that not a leaf stood upon a tree. The lions searched everywhere and they went on long journeys trying to find food and water but they could not. Till they heard about water in the spring country. There were plenty of food and water enough to survive the famine. Every lion wanted to go even the lion's king so they made a pact to leave at once. They gathered as a group and walk in a huddle. This was time consuming after days and days of setbacks. There was the stallion lead and he sense troubled coming to the spring land because it was so prosperous and famine free. He band his herd into two groups the females and the ponies and the males. The stallion lead herd from the animals near the border that intruders were coming so he sought young stallions to see from a distance. They searched endless while looking and exploring the land. They went days and weeks on their own. And out of nowhere a lion curious for food, glared at them. The lion called his pack and the young stallions ran for their lives. At first the lions were in no distance near but time and patience gave them headlong advantage against the young stallions. The stallion lead from a distance sensing the young stallions' cry. At first he gallop then he ran then he flew leading the charge. And just when the young stallions were about to give in and be surrounded. The stallion lead in rage kick the lions. And the male herd of stallions joined in the frenzy while most of the lions limp away. Those who stood and open their mouth to devour were kick to death. The female lions came to the border of the spring land and the stallion lead forbid them to enter. They finally came to an agreement that only a certain time and part of the land shall they inhabit.
By Matthew Primous2 years ago in Poets