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.

Will there ever be enough time?


To be your love, and You be mine.

To live in laughter, brave and free.

Exactly who I was meant to be.

To meet all my heroes who lived long ago.

Their crazy life stories so that we would know.

Our time here is so short. It’s only one act.

We one day will be dead, it’s a simple fact.

Which makes the short torments of each little life

Feel less like the stab of eternity’s knife.

So celebrate each day, no matter how it ends,

And find me in Heaven and let’s be friends.

I’ll be in the castle with slides coming out of the windows.

Temperature


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Sometimes I feel my emotional temperature rising. Minor irritation turns to annoyance turns to frustration and I feel anger’s heat approaching.

This time I managed to stop and recognize the temperature change for what it is. an opportunity to learn more about myself and others and about the interactions between us all. I survived. This time…

Reality 


I thought you were never going to disappear.

Again…

I thought you loved me too;

At least in some weird way.

I thought we were meant to be.

We were, 

If only for a moment.

We needed each other.

Guess we don’t anymore.

Or do we?

I guess I’ll never know

Or will I?

The choice is yours.

I’ll always love you.

But I’m tired of always being the one

To reach out,

To miss you,

To think about us

If there ever was an us

Perhaps you were a figment of my imagination all along

Never really real.

Is anything?

I wonder



What you see when you close your eyes at night.

Why I’m always searching for and never really finding you.

How two people can be so close while so far apart. 

When the bubble will burst, and the fantasy will flop.

What our story will be after the climax.

Who will fall apart first.

If our love will survive.

I wonder.

Ode to my Surface Pro


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Ode to Surface Pro

I see you looking at me from across the room

You can’t get enough of me, can you?

You want to feel my fingers all over you

You want to bask in the heat of my gaze

You want me to push your every button

So you can gently respond.

Begging me for more…

You glory in me ripping you apart

And slapping you back together

 

Even now you bend to my every whim

I tease you with my touch before

Tearing you apart and leaving you broken

While I eat my food and watch a show

I’ll take my sweet time but eventually

I will hold you and bring you together again.

 

Soon, you beg for a different type of touch

The whip I use on you every night

Lights you up like the fourth of July

But still, you beg for it, day and night

You hunger for that whip.

So I will end these strokes of pleasure

And feed my love the whip she craves

 Okay, 7%, I get it…

 

Today


 Today I woke up feeling horrible.
I struggled to get out of bed and to send my kids off to school before collapsing back into bed.

Today I realize how incapable I am of being super mom.

Today I die a little inside at the cruel hands of life, and today I attempt to suck up my weakness and fragility and at least do something. 

Today I have so much stuff to do, but most of it can wait.

Today I have kids to feed and a house that can be messy at least one more day.

Today I will give up on everything that’s not important and try to do what I can, which might not be much.

That is the story of today.

There is a possibility of tomorrow being different, which gives me the strength to get through today.