Posts Tagged ‘ christ ’

In Life


we are

an image

 of our creator


 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age


has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty


 some sort of filler…


are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…


are “blessed” with both

at the same time


the destination

of the



 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

Devil In a New Dress…Tip toeing not so siliently…

she arrived in all white


stealing the room of all eyes

they would follow she…

who is questioned of being an attention whore

well possibly…

but in honesty

her modesty

was never ever a question

however when questioned

she would laugh it off


You can see the devil in her eyes

and quite frankly


 frightened me…

because this wicked woman

can do whatever with whom ever she wants

and like the 8 ball in the close left corner pocket

she has gotten me…

with my guard and pants down

while on top of  my lap like a saddle she is riding me…

similar to flies to shit & bees to honey

hoes to money

with want & have

 there is no, stopping me…


would take the full strength of Christ

to push this bountiful beauty of flesh

up off of me…

Lord may your will be done

because my will is having fun

and right now my legs can not run

so please pardon me…

Heal me of my weakness

that sin has seemed to clog up like an artery…


I am more than just fond of thee,

but this little thing

that is fondling…

has a gorilla grip

damn that dress

& all other things

that has taken over me not so silently

living in this Winter Wonderland

it’s a wonder how we made it

its come so very fast,

like a sled on top of the snow

of this winter wonder land,

that has left me more dazed than confused

with the spirit of the Christmas past,

hoping this whirlwind is just for the moment

id hate for this occurrence to last,

memories and current thoughts

more often than not, clash,

I muster up all the strength

the Lord has allowed me save in my stash,

of power that I devour

when I’m faced with retarded math,

that doesn’t equal up to my equations

when I’m bundled up against a wrath,

that bubbles up from all the drama

that the “holidays” often hash,

the want for things of non importance

put a tamper on what truly deserves a stab,

however we more often on then not

experiment with just a dab,

since we cling to familiar traditions

even if we’ve forgotten why they began to exist to man,

things get lost in translation when we transition

what was a reflecting of faith to what the end of the fiscal year shows that we have,

may our bless it souls allow

our eyes and hearts to see and graph,

all the beauty and truth

of this, our winter, wonderland.

prove your love (by spending excessively)

can you feel the holiday spirit?

if not, please note; the commercials are trying to help.

letting you in on all the best deals

on the items that, your family simply can’t live with out.

if you love them then you have to

that’s what this holiday is all about.

tuck in the $ign$ behind the X

and take that Christ part right on out.

tis the season for seasons greetings

and you can’t come over, unless you’re putting out.

Merry X-Mas! Happy Holidays!

everybody at a business shouts

Still Soul Thirsty

iT pants


iT pants




quenches  thirst?

one tries

to make

minor changes

but iT


only makes things



when giving others


but iT drains


like a drink on its last slurp,

is this that


to the yin

of being gifted

with a curse,

is not

the medic

service intended

to heal


to nurse?

to give a slap

across the ass


to get out there

and work,

your faith

has made you


so go on


show off

your worth,

like gills

that have gone


breathing iT

makes iT




that completes

giving an understanding

beyond a simple soft serve,

woe to how hard iT is

when the body is full

and iTs only

your soul




there isn’t too much space to grow

when your trapped inside of the box,

I wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable

if there wasnt so many locks,

im sure it’s for my own safety

like the recommendation of shoes to go over your socks,

but sometimes it feels good to feel

the rough edges of the rocks,

so I can remember once again

why I even decided to drop,

the habits that made me a savage

some need discipline , some just can’t stop


I speak from experience

unless im straight up trying to assume,

but I don’t want to make an ass

out of me or out of you,

so I wanna tell you a secret

and I hope you can keep it between us two,

someone told me something

and im afraid it’s happening soon…




the end has been coming

way back since the beginning,

but this time around

its way louder with a brighter image,

pieces of the puzzle

are completing & are seriously almost finished,

a star will shine so bright

everything else will look diminished..

a hero

will come

that appears

to have saved the day,

but in reality

he’s just a puppet

in someone else

twisted game,

causing an illusion

 to get you

to look

far far & UP away,

from what  it is you

were on verge of figuring out

distractions go

a very very long way…

but i need you to stay

and pay very close attention,

cause if you don’t

you will surely & clearly be missin’,

the purpose that defeats the point

and every other imbedded reason,

but im afraid if give any more information

it will no longer be aSecret