Posts Tagged ‘ weakness ’

Jealous me

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Where you rest your head,
Is your home.

Reserved
Over my heart,

Is For you,
And
you alone.

Where I’d rest mine
I’d never let go.

Not until you shoo me away
Because it’s time for us to go.

Even then
I’d fight
just a little,
Since my understanding
is slow.

The simplicity
Of playfulness
Only knows
That in which shows
the same road.

I know nor want
Anything else,
Ask The Lord
For he knows.

That’s why he’s jealous.
And that’s why
I long for,
Like I hold.

The trinity is brief
So I’m primarily at peace,

In the waves of your love
As the world
sways us
To and fro.

Forsaken & damned
Is how I feel
When separated
& left to roam.

I’m a man
Of the desert
So cry for me not
I
Welcome the cold.

Just not that of which
I have to go through alone.

Which is ironic
Since that’s the only time
I feel Death fan
Her icy tingly blow.

And that seems
To be
my on going
Open letter & poem.

I suppose.

Until The Lord,
Forgives me
For being
Such an asshole.

Following the sirens
That his word,
Warned me
not to follow.

My jealously
Is the meat,
That sticks to your ribs
& to your bones,

And all that flows
Inside you.
Until I do.
Lastly & forever more.

Thoughts of a madman

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It won’t
Go away
Or
Let go

The thought
Although
as uncomfortable
As it is,

Has been given the green light
To leave
But instead holds on tight
like a freshly pressed
jelly of shit jar lid.

As if the demons I can’t shake off
Have been
Given permission
by the angels who protect me
to Continually pick at my wig,

I’m guessing it’s up to
True repentance
Because I’m a repeat offender
of my reoccurring sins.

But for how long
Must I
Have to
Endure
it?!!

It’s hard to move on
When the reels of the mind
Rewind
and play in an endless loop

Leaving me with a hunger to re-visit
Just so that I can have
Another dose of reality
When I already know the truth…

None of it seems worth it
In time
I hope it blurs
Away

If I go back
I will stay
However
With out a doubt
Are the thoughts that plague
Just the same

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

she arrived in all white

simplicity…

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

violently…

You can see the devil in her eyes

and quite frankly

iT

 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…

 iT

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 LovE YOU

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

Excuse Me, Pardon Me

I must admit

patience

has never been

my strongest suite,

and because of that

ill never quit

what drives me is

the hot pursuit,

of something that

is in my way

I could give less than two squirts of a shhh

If I want then I’ll want and then I’ll show and I’ll prove,

to be the victor

seeing the bigger picture

a friend I am not

of any obstacle,

maybe going

a little bit beyond

what was necessary

but I can’t help it im either nothing or extraordinary

when I’m next to the impossible,

…(split second pause for breathe)…

arrogance

at full charge

can I get an Amen

or at least a #Woo

Dont Look Here

i cant be

every where at once

so where ever i go

i have to leave my mark,

sometimes

to seduce
sometimes

just to create a checkpoint

where i can restart,

feelings of the past

leave behind

and ahead

a guilty spark,

that can ignite

at any moment

choosing the time

is what becomes

the art..

 

a matador

never fights the bull

unless its

a little hurt and tired out,

the element

of surprise

leaves jaws open

uncovering the mouth,

that breathes in

all that i need

to some how

get you to shout,

in pain

from my void

that it creates

even more doubt..

 

you’ve combed

a cleaned out your house

but i tend to leave

tinier bread crumbs behind,

that blends into

the carpets the floors

your soul

your mind,

the heart

is easy to manipulate

because wounds heal

with time,

but they also

leave gaps

that reminisce

yearning for what is no longer thine…

 

in hopes that

reverse psychology

triggers your

anatomy,

touching

the same spots

i would when it was

just you and me,

whispering

the same words

that would set

your mind at ease,

is done not only

to appease

but to also

keep you at your knees…

 

give not

attention

to what isn’t

deserved,

what hurt

once before

will hurt

even worse,

the enemy

clings

to what isn’t

so for sure,

any doubt

and hope

can be used

to make you slur,

what ever lines

that may have

taken so long

to even paint and curve,

what goes up

must come down

hence how gravity

brings us down to earth…

testing

with my right hand to god, i love you i do

I just become soul frustrated with the things, that IT is, that i do

how can I be a man who’s always seeking THE truth

if i myself have doubts in the things that i do…

how can I be so weak to my flesh

& turn around & be angry, because you’re in a similar mess

sometimes my prayers feel like, their wishes at best

but I know that it’s just somebody putting me to the test