By Reginald O’Neal Gibson 

The hunt upon the glow of sight,  

sheds bright upon the moonlit night. 

The howl of life the wolves delight, 

broken upon the skies incite. 

“What are they” whispers cub on hill, 

great-grandfather wolf speaks, with utter of chills. 

Those are they that’ll rape our land,  

death, and destruction they’ll covet in hand. 

Heaven on earth they’ll claim phenomenal, 

but truth be told child — they’re the real animals. 



Under The Influence

If I were to say “hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the . . .” Most people would finish the complete rhyme, vaguely remembering when they’ve learned it or even why. Yet, like many other words, songs, lyrics, teachings, and rhymes, “we the people” find ourselves “unknowingly” knowing but being led by, that which we cannot fully explain e.g., the subconscious reflecting of heterosuggestive implementation. 

The unfortunate backlash comes when a person’s deep rooted inhibition, reflects in wickedness of an unknown influencer. Sounds far-fetched? Here’s an example that may help shine light on the understanding. Mentally envision a middle-aged wealthy man who’s in good physical health. Add to this man, a solid well known and respected reputation among friends, families, and colleagues. He’s filled to the brim with confidence, pride, and vigor, while possessing and expressing the freedom and privileges bestowed upon his status/journey throughout life, all to one day (in a matter of hours) fall to that of traitor, insurrectionist, and rioter, upon an establishment that best facilitates his, and the like thereof, once legacy. (a “ten-year maximum sentence” per his idols words, now chiseled felon within record). Moreover, “and all the king’s’ horses, and all the king’s men’s, couldn’t put . . .” 

Here’s the thing, this idol (his idol), who enslaved this man’s idea of freedom, struck the flame within a cluttered mindset of mess – saturated knowingly, and to a deeper affect “unknowingly” by way of heterosuggestivle hate, despair, and bigotry. And just as blindingly following the symbolism of rhythmic suggestions “one nation, under God, with liberty, and justice for . . . ” a man’s understanding of freedom was lost – under the influenced/er of factors seemingly unknown, yet embedded to destroy a democracy for its people, by its people, mindlessly under the influence of that which they care not to admit or could fully explain. 

Know this, to acknowledge that one has fallen “under the influence” doesn’t forgive, resolve, or expunge the action taken. As such, life cannot be restored by the murderer or the accomplice/s sudden realization of said rock overturned – no matter what their pied-popper played.

If this doesn’t shed at least a flicker of light towards admittance or understanding, try to imagine how the “three blind mice” felt – after falling from that which influenced them. 

Think About It.

Reginald O’Neal Gibson

The Soil Upon Which I Stand

Our history isn’t perfect, nor complete in its entirety, but there’s more than enough factual based evidence, per the experience of mankind’s failures, and successes, to make informed, influenced filled debates, and re/discoveries for the betterment of mankind. Only issue is, are we utilizing the greatness of past, paired with the examples of the present, to teach, facilitate, and influence the zeitgeist of today’s “accepted norms” of embedded differences – which in turn, manifests into a bias that exacerbates mankind’s deepest fears? This is why I choose peace to bare,  implement, and diligently lead by. I choose to lay down my fears upon the soil which accepted our ancestors blood – in absolute faith, that the prudence of the philosophical mind, in “biblical understanding” and in action; shall prevail. As such, I’d die a life of fulfilled purpose.  

– Reginald O’Neal Gibson