The Audacity of Thought

The Audacity of the Contract: Why "Good Enough" No Longer Is

2026-02-06T11:19:52.361-07:00

By: Tony Lavale Jefferson Jr.

As a combat veteran, I know that loyalty is something earned in the mud, not inherited by default. In the military, if a mission plan isn't delivering, you don't keep running the same play while the scoreboard stays empty, you adapt.

Looking at our current political landscape in 2026, it is clear that many hard-working people are being treated as a "buffer." They are seen as a reliable defense for an establishment that has stopped innovating for them, assuming their support is a guarantee rather than a partnership that requires constant reinvestment.

The Cost of a Broken Contract

We see the results of this "autopilot" politics right here in Colorado Springs. Our city is navigating a $31 million shortfall that has already cost us the Meadows Park Community Center; a vital hub for our families. Nationally, the story is similar. While the total 2026 VA budget request has hit a record $441.2 billion, the internal shifts tell the real story.

We are seeing a massive 50% increase in funding for "Community Care" (private doctors) while direct discretionary funding for VA medical services is actually projected to decrease by roughly 17%. This shift, combined with a projected reduction of nearly 30,000 VA staff positions, suggests a move toward hollowing out the very institutions we rely on for specialized veteran care.

A truly robust social contract isn't built on record-breaking numbers; it's built on accessible results. When community spaces close and VA facilities face staffing shortages, it is a sign that the leadership has lost its "King" energy; the ability to build and maintain order—and its "Father" energy; the duty to protect and provide for the community.

From "Buffer" to Shareholder

My work with Soulful isn't a replacement for the government’s duty; it is a response to a safety net that has too many holes. However, building our own systems doesn't mean we let the state off the hook.

The "Audacity of Thought" is realizing that we are shareholders in this democracy. We aren't here to be a defensive wall for a political establishment. We are here to be the architects of a system that actually delivers. It’s time to move past transactional slogans and demand a transformational reinvestment in the infrastructure that keeps our families safe and our veterans whole.

The contract is up for renewal, and this time, we are the ones setting the terms.

The Audacity of the Next Step: Why I’m Building Soulful

2026-01-20T09:39:00.001-07:00

For years, I’ve used this space to process my life and the lives of others. I've achieved this one sentence, one "Audacity of Thought," and one brick at a time. I’ve written about the climbs and the falls, the heavy packs we carry as veterans, parents, professionals, any number of people living this very human experience and the beauty of the Colorado trails that have often been my sanctuary.

But lately, I’ve realized that the "Tool Bag" I’ve built for myself shouldn't just belong to me.

In Colorado Springs and around the nation, I see people every day who are in the middle of a climb they didn't ask for. I see parents wanting to leave a legacy but feeling like they’re losing the map. I see neighbors who need a safe space but don't know where to turn.

That’s why I’m officially announcing the birth of Soulful.

Soulful is a digital extension of everything we’ve talked about here. It’s a tool for voice-assisted journaling when life is too heavy for a keyboard. It’s a "Legacy Vault" where we can store our "Stones of Remembrance" for our children. It’s a direct bridge to the local resources—the literal lifelines—in our own backyard.

I’m moving from being a writer who documents the climb to a builder who wants to help you make it.

This blog will remain the heartbeat of the mission. You’ll see the "Founder’s Journal" entries here as I lay the digital bricks of this app. I’m doing this for my daughters, for my fellow veterans, and for anyone in the Springs, and the nation who has ever felt like they were climbing alone.

The summit is in sight. Let’s get to work.

Stay Soulful,

Tony

2024-07-10T14:27:00.001-06:00

The Summer of Kendrick Lamar

By: Tony Lavale Jefferson, Jr.

7/10/2024

Kendrick Lamar's "Not Like Us" video is a powerful commentary on race, power, and alienation in America. The video intersperses scenes of domestic bliss with images of police brutality and social unrest, highlighting the complex reality of Black life in the United States. It's a thought-provoking piece that challenges viewers to consider the systemic issues that continue to plague Black communities. The video serves as a victory lap following a perceived rap feud. Lamar throws subtle yet pointed jabs at his rival, Drake, through symbolic imagery like beating up an owl piñata (referencing Drake's OVO owl logo).

     It transcends a mere rap battle, transforming into a social commentary. Lamar portrays himself as someone connected to a higher purpose, rapping in front of a burning cross – a potent symbol of racial violence. Scenes of domestic bliss with his fiancée and children showcase the importance of family. He portrays himself as a regular guy while rapping about societal issues, highlighting the plight of many Black Americans. The video's multiple endings add to its depth. Some view it as a hopeful sign, others as a continuation of the struggle. This ambiguity invites viewers to form their own interpretations, sparking conversation and reflection.
     The Deeper Meaning of the Tightrope: The woman walking the tightrope represents the precarious state of Black success in America. She dances while maintaining balance, showcasing the constant pressure to navigate challenges. The video ends in a Compton courthouse, a place where justice is often elusive for Black communities. This somber location leaves viewers pondering the fight for equality. "Not Like Us" is both a celebratory anthem and a defiant statement. Lamar celebrates his achievements while highlighting the struggles Black people face.
     The video uses religious imagery to position Lamar as a morally righteous figure. References include the burning cross and Lamar rapping while bathed in golden light, alluding to a Christ-like presence. This challenges the stereotype of the gangster rapper. The video cleverly references Lamar's previous work, "good kid, m.A.A.d city," with scenes replicating the album cover. This creates a sense of Lamar's artistic journey and his continued focus on social issues.
     The video subtly critiques materialism. Despite achieving success, Lamar remains grounded, rapping about social issues while surrounded by everyday objects in his home. This contrasts with the portrayal of wealth often seen in rap music videos. Kendrick Lamar's "Not Like Us" video is a multifaceted commentary on race, power, and social issues in America. It transcends a simple rap duel, transforming into a powerful statement. Lamar celebrates his achievements while highlighting the struggles Black communities face. The video's richness is its ambiguity, leaving viewers to ponder its meaning and sparking conversation about social justice and the Black experience in America.

Elected officials to live on an income that aligns with the median wage of the people they represent

2024-06-27T14:21:00.001-06:00

https://sign.moveon.org/petitions/elected-officials-to-live-on-an-income-that-aligns-with-the-median-wage-of-the-people-they-represent?source=rawlink&utm_source=rawlink&share=b46b3633-5932-442b-b210-05171420fb98

I Am

2023-03-18T14:06:00.001-06:00

I Am the sinner who made it through

I Am the purpose driven fool

I Am the representative of the King

I Am the man that does the thing

I Am the absolutely well nourished

believer

I Am a holy instance of glory

I Am

I Am a kingdom person

I Am a person that's done many things

I Am a person that's done good and bad

I Am the motivation

I Am the destination

I Am the purpose

I Am

I Am a testimony

I Am parents cry

I Am a Believer

So hear my battle Cry

The Blues in Black

2023-03-11T13:26:00.003-07:00

There were nights I prayed away the Blues

But the Black always called them back

It was a coordinated attack

But I rose like dead zombies

Unable to be killed

But my one vulnerability

Was the shot to the head

Cause that's where all

Of my problems arise

Yet I rose

Like a phoenix

Conquered the flame

But the Black, my darkness

Still owned my name

Instead of fighting it longer

Like the warrior I am

I accepted that the Black was me

And the Blues weren't me exactly

They were the effects of the world around me

And they were indeed the Blues

For Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones: An American Tragedy

2017-06-20T09:42:00.000-06:00

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

This little girl haunts me

She makes me fear for my own seed

That innocence can die in the young years

Before they even develop their own fears

A fleeting instant

A quick last breath

A soul long gone from its young vessel

Americas bloodlust has extended to the youth

Poisoning them and killing them in one big swoop

I wish I could take on that pain you must’ve felt

In those few last seconds, you had left

I’ve never met you but I love you

I wish I could’ve protected you

Or at least held you in your last hour

A parent should never have to bury their child

Especially when the government was too trigger happy to care

To check if they even had the right house

Or see that a child was sleeping on the couch

Black Lives Matter

But it seems selective

Fleeting even

Because before we get used to the first hashtag on Twitter

We’re bombarded with 20 more

Desensitizing us to more

But you little girl

You stick with me

And will stick with me

All the days of my life

RIP Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones

July 20, 2002 – May 16, 2010

Through My Eyes

2017-01-24T10:05:00.000-07:00

I wish for just a day
Maybe even just a moment
That you could see the world through my eyes
To see the strength forced upon me
Like Atlas
The world is upon my shoulders
Feet have worn from constantly walking towards a dream that goes unseen
At times
Wondering if everything even means a thing
Loveless or Love less
Like an unstable comet
Fast losing hope in humanity
Hoping humanity can finally see other humans
And celebrate them
Not silence them
The beauty of the melody of colors and creeds
Working
Living
Loving
Being
Truly
Us
Unbiased and thinking
Thoughts
Intelligence isn't dead

America's Bloodlust

2016-06-23T09:27:00.000-06:00

Rivers of blood flowing through a majestic land

Endless tears cried

When even kids have died

In this great land

Of America

Much like a third world

Our greed and blood thirst

Has gotten worse

I believe America is cursed

From her own blood lust

Legions of disease brought by evil beings

Wiping out native lands

And killing off native beings

Backs of the children of Africa bled for profit

Generations of so-called minorities

Destroyed by ole Jim Crow

But oh how our bloodlust grew

We fought wars with poor bodies for rich profit

Then left those same poor to die in waiting for lines from a broken bureaucracy

Now a lunatic with a cause

Caused by generations of systematic hate and marginalization

Makes the chickens come home

Roosting in whatever community

The majority hates

Alas

Such hate and evil never reside in place

The suburbs are getting a taste

Of the neglect felt by the inner city

Urban centers

The ghettos and hoods

Or whatever other phrase used to dissociate America

From it’s poor, neglected few

The blood lust overflows rivers

Overflowing

Flowing into every facet of America

Now they must open those eyes

As painful as it may be

America was never great

We just had a very big rug to sweep it under

Maybe

Once those eyes are open and clear

We’ll see the destruction of human bodies

Unite to prevent more human fatalities

Or we can trust the system

But

A piece of paper never gave us freedom, we took it for ourselves

Inaction never fixes problems but actions speak loudly

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2016

Asshole, I Am

2016-03-10T11:08:00.000-07:00

I guess by definition

I'm what's considered an asshole

A deplorable human

Speaking the facts better left unsaid

While ignoring my obvious flaws

Hypocrite

Finding a way to judge

Finding a way to defer problems created by an ego

Flawed by thoughts of supremacy

But truly humanistic

Waiting to be challenged

And stumped

Check your ego at the door

Everyone here is equally judged

But we're not God

Just accountable

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2016

Missing Link

2016-03-04T09:54:00.000-07:00

I was never supposed to fit in

Forcing me to view the world more expansively

No stereotype could box me in

Dictating a life I wasn't living

Who are you to tell me

I'm not who I am

I'm uniquely me

Created in inequity

No one can judge me

But the God whom created me

Must I fit into a role

Belated to clowns parading around in clothes already worn

Must I be a fool for a cause

A block I don't own

People who don't give a fuck whether I starve or mourn

Must I be whom you want me to be

To fit into a society

Pretending to be

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2016

She Is

2016-02-18T07:50:00.000-07:00

A spirit that renews

A complicated soul who's not playing roles

She goes with the flow

God guides her soul

She

A beautiful mistake

A warming embrace

She’s a blooming flower in Spring

God only knows what beauty that brings

She

A lonely night

Stars so bright

She makes the perfect visitor

On a cold, lonely night

Lady of the night

Lady for life

You decide what the spirit holds

When you’re being held

In the night time hour

She is

An embrace

Or mistake

The heart still beats to the same beat

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2016

Chance with your Heart

2015-11-12T12:32:00.000-07:00

I Stare

Deep into eyes long dead of emotional rises

Rising to the challenge I think I can

Unsure if you’ll understand me

Unsure if I truly understand me

Maybe you’ll realize that love never died

Others just never tried

To understand

To hear the pain and heal the strain

No, love never died

It’s just looking for a new place to reside

If not with me

Leave me

To love

Another

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2015

Suicide and Me

2015-11-10T08:16:00.000-07:00

By far this is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. In lieu of Veterans day and with thousands if not more of Veterans committing suicide or thinking about it, I feel I owe America the truth. I have both thought and actively tried to kill myself. Mine wasn’t exactly the traditional ways of execution, my choice of death was both drinking and an honest disregard for the outcome of my life. I tried my damnedest to drink myself to death or put myself in situations to where I would die and God just wouldn’t let me go.

I can produce several million reasons as to why I would do such a thing, excuses of course but in order to tell the story, I must list them. I’ve never felt like a complete human, I've always felt like a piece of me was missing. Life hasn’t necessarily been kind and I haven’t been the best steward of the life I've been blessed with. I am the potential that was never fulfilled, the stereotype of wasted potential. I’ve never been able to finish anything I've started.

Years I've gone doing just enough, not giving enough and blaming everyone but myself for my failures. The only thing in life I had done the most in was the military and even that to my standards was an utter failure. I didn’t achieve the ranks I felt I should’ve, I didn’t do all I could to help my fellow soldiers, I didn’t apply myself more, I didn’t achieve where I should have. I didn’t care for myself and in that thinking I was selfish. I’ve been selfish my whole life, destructively selfish.

Why God has kept me around I still don’t know, but I feel as if I am right there with it but I'll be cursed to never truly know. I could sit here and throw a pity party but why? I’m divorced and widowed, I had a child out of wedlock, I haven’t achieved where I should have, I have been to jail, I have been homeless, I have lied, cheated, killed and every other despicable thing a human can do. I’ve tried to love the best way I know how, but I truly don’t know how to love. I haven’t had a relationship last past 1.5 years and I've done everything I can to blame the other party but all in all, it was me who was ultimately wrong.

I try to love people, but I can’t even love myself. I want to be able to love, but I haven’t found the capacity to do so. Only living being I do love is my daughter Olivia, but I haven’t loved her as much as I could, I've failed her as well. I often wonder why God even decided to bless me with a child. I don’t deserve a child like Olivia, but she has been my saving grace on more than one occasion.

Veterans day pisses me off because everyone acts extra patriotic but veterans are still killing themselves daily and for being a minority of the population more frequently than the population of Americans. Giving a free meal will never erase the stigma of war, the feeling of nothingness that is felt when your friend is killed, your family dies, a child is murdered, or any tragedy close. Every day I fight the demons threatening to take me over. Every day I contemplate different ways to end my life. Every day, thoughts of Olivia stop me.

I hate the question “How are you”. I want so much to tell you the truth, but I also don’t want to end up in someone's crazy house. I want to tell you that your question caused everything in me to melt into a depressing puddle of despair. I want to tell you that my life has sucked from the start and there is nothing you can truly do to make it better. I want to tell you that today I said I am done with life. I want to tell you that today I drank more than a gallon of liquor to make sure I died but I still managed to wake up the next day.

For years, I couldn’t bare to tell my mother I wanted to die. I couldn’t tell my brother, I no longer wanted to live. I can’t disclose to my friends that I think suicide is my best options. I can’t let my fellow vets know life is no longer worth living to me. I lived for the longest by the faking it till I make it a mantra. Maybe if I motivated others to live I could myself live as well.

I’ll be the first to admit now that I needed help, no matter how many counselors, psychiatrist, psychologist, grief counselors and everything else I've seen, the pain of living never goes away. I might catch a lot of flack from writing this, but I don’t care. I felt you needed to know I suffered too and when I write the inspirational things I write, I need it just as much as the next person. God has truly blessed me in that aspect and I do appreciate my writing ability. I hope I have over the years touched you in some way that was beneficial and I hope to continue to do so.

This is not an end of life essay or anything like that. This is me finally telling the world the truth of how I feel. I have actively sought the help I need and I am not currently trying to end my life. I am trying to bring awareness to an event that happens yearly many times over tragically. It is my hope that my story can spark a conversation about suicide amongst veterans as well as the other populations of America.

I want to apologize truly and deeply to everyone I have hurt over the years by not first loving myself. My daughter, my wives, my daughter's mother, my mother, my family, friends, fellow vets, soldiers and associates over the years. Your support and friendship have meant the most to me and have possibly kept me on this earth as long as I have been here. Thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope it inspires others, to tell the truth about their feelings.

Happy Veterans Day and may God bless you all!

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

In the Moment

2015-09-06T10:44:00.000-06:00

In that moment

Life became living color

An exhilarating ride of pleasure and pain

Joyous and sane

It is insane to think

In that moment

Life was blissfully perfect

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

A Lady is Art

2015-07-03T13:54:00.000-06:00

Show me a soul flawed

Able to accept Love because they love what's within

Honestly presented

Beautifully creative

A nurturing soul who knows

A woman is worth more than her exterior shows

Carrying herself with much poise...

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

There Once was a Dream

2015-05-16T07:38:00.000-06:00

There once was a dream

Seeds planted in the spring

Fragile as the world sometimes seems

A dream growing

Roots digging deeper

It is sturdy as it rises

No matter what adversity comes its way

It will continue to grow

Budding into a beautiful creation

What happens to dreams realized?

Dreams transformed

Dreams achieved

There once was a dream

Cultivated and finally free

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

Sweet Dreams

2015-04-23T06:46:00.000-06:00

The night is growing old, my love

As the sun retires to its fiery bed

And the south wind gently cools the day’s remnants

My thoughts turn to you, my dear

Your smile chases away the troubles of the day

Your touch ignites longing feelings

Feelings of emotional abundance

Draw me in like passionate lovers embrace

Kiss me

Please!

I want to feel you deeply

Immersed in this sweet, midsummer night

Our breathing slows as we adjust to the comforting of our bodies

Our eyes become heavy as the night relaxes us

Cool breeze lightly floats in through the balcony door

My night is wonderful

Your night is lovely

Our night is pleasant, pleasurable and profound

Sweet dreams, mi amore

Sweet dreams

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

Understanding the meaning of White Supremacy and Acknowledging its Existence

2015-04-12T12:36:00.001-06:00

There are many in America and abroad who don’t truly understand just what white supremacy means. Most Black Americans look at it in anger and every White American becomes a target, they react with an anger that seems to validate a violent response from the oppressor. To most White Americans, they take offense to it and make angry and ignorant statements when the statement of white supremacy has nothing to do with them individually. Many look at white supremacy as a simple race issue and a means to justify or deny its existence; it is fact that there are systems in place that collectively become white supremacy. Like most things in our societies we’ve placed a label upon it and the label to its effect speaks to the culture that is and has been the prevalent culture in America and that is the white culture.

It’d be ignorant to be the majority and not put systems in place to maintain your majority and supposed superiority over the minority populations in a nation you’ve stolen. The truth is oppressing the minority is the surest way but also the least effective way of maintaining power and eventually violence begets violence and the core issues are never resolved. America has a history of violence to the non-white cultures within its borders. In some parts of the United States, many people who were considered non-white were disenfranchised, barred from a government office, and prevented from holding most government jobs well into the second half of the 20th century. Many U.S. states banned interracial marriage through anti-miscegenation laws until 1967, when these laws were declared unconstitutional. Additionally, white leaders often viewed Native Americans as obstacles to economic and political progress with respect to the natives' claims to land and rights.

The backdrop of white supremacy stems to times before the American Civil War when non-whites particularly African Americans were subjected to inhumane, unjust and harsh lowly treatment. White supremacy would continue after the Civil War and more than four decades after Reconstruction. The desire to uphold white supremacy was a major thinking in the secession of the Confederate States of America under the guise of states’ rights. The inhumane treatment of slaves, Jim Crow, the KKK, sundown towns and other disruptive terrorism further cemented the expansion of white supremacy through violent means. Now we understand a bit of history about the subject.

Another definition for white supremacy is eloquently defined by Frances Lee Ansley. [By] ‘White supremacy’ I do not mean to allude only to the self-conscious racism of white supremacist hate groups. I refer instead to a political, economic, and cultural system in which whites overwhelmingly control power and material resources, conscious and unconscious ideas of white superiority and entitlement are widespread, and relations of white dominance and non-white subordination are daily reenacted across a broad array of institutions and social settings.(Ansley 1997: 592) America was established on the principles of white supremacy and has maintained its hold on to it by many nefarious means. Violence was once the main way of control, but operations went underground being controlled by banks and corporations whose wealth came from the beaten backs of African slaves and subjection of the ancestors of those slaves to harsh laws and limited “freedoms”. (Zucman, Piketty,33-34, 2013)

Most of these events happened in the past of this nation but it is a very recent past and we shouldn’t relegate it to past decades. To understand the condition of our nation today we must examine the reason it happened or continues to happen which requires us to revisit the past and tell the truth about it. Many of the banks and corporation we defend so heavily were established and made wealthy by slave labor. These same corporations and banks upon, the slaves receiving “freedom” devised horrible schemes and funded domestic terrorist in order to keep the status quo intact. When African Americans decided to build their own banks, businesses, towns and “pull themselves up by their bootstraps” they’re promptly destroyed by domestic terrorist protecting white supremacy.

White Supremacy is not the fault of white people as a whole just as it is not an excuse for the slow progression of black people. It is, however, a huge factor often ignored by white people and amplified by those that it oppresses. If we are to topple the power structure and have a true “United States” unified people enjoying “freedoms” equally we have to shed our denial that white supremacy exist and we have to hold those that uphold it accountable. We must not deprive or deny anyone the freedom to pursue success and we must not defame and destroy anyone who has achieved it by their own means. Programs such as affirmative action, welfare, civil rights freedoms and voting rights serve the purpose of protecting and putting a dent into the stronghold of white supremacy, but in the end it’s a double edged sword, while these have been tremendous in helping the minority down the road of success by cutting down barriers, they are but halfhearted attempts to give the illusion that all is good with the relationship between the majority and the minority. These programs are established by the very structure it’s supposed to defend minorities against. The enemy isn’t going to give you the tools to end the power majority has over the minority, that would be ignorance on the part of the majority.

In conclusion, it is not the fault of a regular everyday white person that the white supremacy structure is in place and the average white person doesn’t truly know it exists. The majority cannot see the plight of the minority and, therefore, can’t fully empathize. Trying to appeal to someone who doesn’t understand what you are going through will get an “I’m sorry” this is happening or a complete denial of the fact. Black people and other minorities cannot continue to use the white supremacy structure as an excuse to not at least try to progress. The fact is white supremacy is alive and well, Black Americans and other minorities just have to be creative in their approach to an old problem, because the old way isn’t working.

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

The Simple Things

2015-04-02T07:29:00.000-06:00

Baby, it’s the simple things

That are truly dear to me

Please don’t complicate my time

Or I’ll be gone without a trace

Trying to find my true meaning

I listen to your empty rhetoric

Romancing me

Enticing me

Trying to get to what’s sacred to me

Unless you can open my mind

Show me that you follow God

We’ll be but another situation

Not worth the words or ink

I only want the simple things

Complexities don’t fit me

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

Can I Live

2015-01-11T09:16:00.000-07:00

The World

Making excuses for inherent bias

Unless we are killing and shooting

No one notices the youth

Damn shame

Brains have to be blown by bullets instead of knowledge

Can we finally acknowledge that it exists?

Understanding that racism isn’t just a word to be thrown around recklessly

Further helping the masses turn a blind eye to injustice

Can I Live

Can I see tomorrow's glory

Can I see the twinkle of life that fills my daughters’ eyes?

You’ll never see it through my eyes

Hearing the screams of generations

The toil of the workers hands building his masters lands

Only to be told you count for naught

To forget about generations of atrocities too inhuman to ever believe

To get over the blood, sweat and tears over my ancestors years

We will not falter

Being black is not a curse on American lands

We built it with our bare hands

We shall see justice

We will receive equality

Because to not want more than nothing

Is to be a slave brainwashed to think that way

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

On the Other side of Tears

2015-01-03T08:33:00.000-07:00

Dried rivers run down soft slopes

Slopes that for years bled tears

Shaping the very foundation that is you

The other side of tears

Showing the other side of fears

Manifested into years of trying

Trying to see light in darkened tunnels

The other side of tears

Forgotten corners

Desolate places

With forgettable faces

The other side of tears

Is not a sad, sliding slope

It’s a bridge leading you to tomorrow

If only you’d prepare today

The other side of tears

Brings abolished fears

Forgotten years

Misery killed

Life restored and lived

The other side of tears

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

Happy New Year 2015

2015-01-01T08:28:00.001-07:00

Happy New Year family and friends! Thanks for all of the support in 2014, with God as the leading man we plan to do big things in 2015! Thanks for the continued support and stay blessed!

Happy Holidays from The Audacity of Thought

2014-12-25T11:12:00.000-07:00

Remember the reason for the season! Come together in unity to share love amongst each other. Thank you for a successful 2014 and i look forward to providing you with much more in 2015. Stay tuned. Happy Holidays!

The Widow Cries

2014-12-22T07:08:00.000-07:00

In a darkened world

Her light extinguished

The widow cries for the lost soul

A soul wandering

Trying to find its way back home

It can hear her cries

Feel her fears

Fears for the sons left without the model of a man

Destined to share a similar fate

Little girls trying to be women

Becoming stuck and forgotten by time

Thinking they have all the time

Till 18 years comes too soon

The widow cries for the lost soul

Slowly losing the feeling

Slowly losing its hearing

Slowly falling into the abyss of no more

Trying to find its way back home

It’s getting colder

As the world turns its shoulders

Starving the poor to feed the banks

Collection plates overfill with the hopes and dreams of many

But here we are nothing, crying at the end of the pew

The widow cries for the lost soul

But no one hears her anymore

Forced to take handouts from the very people with frozen shoulders

The soul has finally found its home

But it knows no more

The widow is forgotten

The fatherless are destroyed

The dreams of the elderly are shattered like glass

But still the widow cries

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014