I’m reblogging but also editing a touch because I kept trying to comment and it wouldn’t post. I don’t know if poetry is dead. The Spirit that inspires it is definitely alive and goes by Allah/Jesus/HolySpirit/God/MotherNature. I think the same Spirit that inspired most religious texts also inspires most poets. It calls itself, The Word, in Genesis 1:1.
Back to the reblog.
Poetry Is dead Death is inevitable, painful and is a rather complicated stage for the living. There is no definite finality of it either, as there …
If, God had asked me to be someone’s bride. Looks don’t matter, age is relative, and there is so much that I am able to give.
Letter A is an artist, with more talent than me, who has a well toned body, as you can easily see. He and I enjoy many of the same things. Animals in the woods, a bird, as it sings. He can easily pick me up and place me inside a vehicle if we want to go for a ride. A rebel at heart, with a cleaning mindset, which is something that I often forget. He is the only candidate who lives down the street. The other’s I’ve technically yet to meet. He loves me so much and could help in so many ways, but two other candidates still want to play.
Next letter, B, he lives so far away, and I don’t even have a passport today. The other two are Christians, but I believe in Allah God, and even though many of my views are odd, God might be setting this up as His plan. A bridge between Christianity and Islam. He’s gathered up items, like clothing of gold. But one more letter’s tale must be told.
Letter C is crippled, with his own power chair. If we get together the whole world will stare. The thing is, I don’t care, and neither does he. We’ve each already made the news, it comes naturally. He has a beautiful house, and an accessible van. He wants to share with me as much as he can. Which is way more than my life would ever have thought, but God always thinks of the things we do not. Together we could do so much more than what we are individually out here fighting for.
I want to have three, but I think Jesus chose One, so I can rest now, and let God’s will be done.
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.
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