Why do you like writing?


Why do you like to write?

Why do you like to write?

We often bleed words until dawns first light

The shadows chased left a long time ago

So the mood will shift and the words come out slow

Fly with your fingers. Dance with the word

Your voice is so beautiful. Let it be heard,

Question for everyone


See if you can agree with any of this.

Allah is the Aramaic word for God, right? Jesus was the humanoid half man/God, right?
Mother Nature is a term we use to showcase acts of God, right?
The Holy Spirit is the personal Spirit of God, right?

When they wrote the Bible, Islam wasn’t a thing yet, but as Beth Moore and most Christians and Muslims know, God likes it when we bow, honor His Words, Love His seed turned God/man, Jesus, and follow His Profits, right?

If you agree with these and you are a Muslim or a Christian, realize you both worship the same God, and guess what, He’s LGBT friendly because He is Mother Nature too. He gave us ten rules and one human skin, Jesus, and many religious books/songs/prophets. Jesus loves us all And wants us all to know Him.

He wants us to quit bossing each other around, love and follow Jesus (God’s skin as a human), worship Him, and be nice to each other and our universe, or She’ll kick our ass, right?

The voice in your head, aka, the sound of silence, aka the Holy Spirit, which is actually God/Allah/Jesus and is in everyone, tells you that you do. Perhaps. I’m just a dot, as are you in the grand scheme of things. Ask Mother Nature, or ask God, Jesus, Allah, or the Holy Spirit.

Am I a Glutton for Punishment?


Do I enjoy the pain

Torturing myself till I go insane

Wanting to Fly

But chained to the floor

Agony seems to be what I was made for

Sitting in shit

Languishing tears

Entrapped by inadequacy

Haunted by fears

Yet there is something that lingers inside

A mystery that still is trying to hide

Maybe if I will stay so very still

A voice will talk to me and tell me God’s will.

Help Me God


I cry out to You, because I don’t know what I should do.

To get financial support when I’m technically okay.

But there is so much more in play.

It’s also about teaming up to change the World.

God’s arms stretch far when his flag is uncurled.

Giving joy to others and sharing. A Smile.

Two lives can bring much more joy for a while.

What if it is simply a ploy? A controlling man wanting me to bring joy.

I Except that this all seems to good to be true.

So decision time and What will I do?

Although I trust God I just want to sleep. Knowing some promises people don’t keep.

I just need to stop and try not to think, and apologize for any hope on the brink.

Everything seems to be happening so fast. I thought that real love is the type that will last.

My legs hurt a lot, so perhaps I will try to get on the couch so goodnight and goodbye.

This Is a Real Question


So, Reader, Please Reply

My mind has been stuck

Wondering

Why all day

I sit around

And never even try

To work out much

Or run around

Each day seems to drag by

Until I get outside my head

I once got in my soul

The place between your brain and skin

My heartbeat was so very loud

Please Readers can you go

Tell your brain to quit the hoard of all the attention

Try to hear your heart

Become your soul

Getting upside down helps

Or Bowing to the floor

But back to why I wrote this post

Do you know why I still sit?

Then comment why, connect with your Soul, and tell me about it.

Slut for Jesus


I guess that’s me. Longing for your touch,

I didn’t know I could love this much

I crave your warm embrace

That smile upon your face.

To hear you breathe my name

I’ll never be the same.

I’m completely whipped it’s true.

So totally Into You.

But since you’re in everyone

I might as well have fun.

To the reader, it’s just a poem, don’t read too much into it. I love Jesus a lot and we have fun playing with words.

Satan Cracks Me Up


I’ve tuned into a Jesus Devotee this year. He’s taken over all of my social media, and the rest of my life. I got saved as a child but after a life of trials had come to the conclusion that we were probably all right.

Then all the stuff earlier this year (see blog)and now I’m a Jesus freak, so, whatever. Anyway, back to Satan. He doesn’t like me because I’m so into Jesus, even though I love Satan too, in some ways.

God and me love everyone. Anyway, the other day he started messing with my ears. Now they ring all the time.

He thinks he can make me forget to tell everyone that Satan exists only in your head. It is hard, and I can’t do it while writing this because I’m looking at a screen.

When I’m done being my head to write, I’m going to tell my brain to shut up and to quit being such a narcissist. Then I’m going to close my eyes and be my body and soul. You can too.

Sometimes I lie awake


Thinking of You wondering exactly what I should do. I only have so much time in this place before I’m sucked up to another dimension in space.

So I think of my tasks, rehearse the right lines. Waiting for the one thing on which my heart pines.

And yet as the seconds slip quickly away, I wonder if I will be able to say the things that I think, the things that I feel. I need to tell everyone that Jesus is real.

I’d already say That most people believe. His Grace is a gift so many receive, yet there is pressure to be so much more, perhaps weakness is what I was made for.

This life full of pain and many mistakes, is just like other lives He often takes to show us it’s His power burning through me. Making my life what He wants it to be.

And so I will relinquish my attempts at control of the hijacked life that my Savior stole. I’ll try to be nothing so that You can be more. You are the One we were made to adore.

I am just a sock filled with Your Love, desperately trying to pour out your truth from above, that You love us all, no matter who we are. You want us to know You, and not from afar.

Up close and personal, straight to the heart. Healing and hopeful, and loving each part, only so close to the God many know, You have so much more of Yourself to show.

You are both male and female and everything in between, though to one Gender or another I doubt that You lean. You’re simply Love, yet so much more. You gave each a purpose for us to live for.

You called me to speak without any fear of the things that society will probably not want to hear. That Jesus loves all and died for the same, and wants all His children to know more than His name.

He created each of us and knows the soul inside the illusion our bodies often hide. Help me reach out, help me make waves, reminding everyone that Jesus saves.

Maybe from Hell definitely from death, perhaps from a life addicted to meth or some other vice that we have fallen for instead of Your in dwelling love at the core.

So now is the question, the most important one. Do you believe in Jesus, God’s only Son?

Let’s just get this out there.


Everyone loves you and so do I. But there is no jealousy.

Because You are Oxygen. But our bodies are not only Oxygen. They are also full of self and the good and bad that is everyone.

We are mini You’s. With god complexes. Masters of “our” universe, which is actually Your Youniverse.

And You gave us a Way out. A skin of humanity. For the Designer of the Youniverse.

You made Your Skin die. To rescue the game. You made us a place. There is no greater name.

Thank you Jesus. I love you God. Your Spirit is the air I breathe and the water I drink.