Sweet Tooth

I think about you from time to time. 
I wonder when you are going to realize that he's not yours.  How much longer will you be able to lie to yourself?  You know he's not the one you're supposed to be with.  You know he's not your soul mate...yet you'll continue to lie to yourself to present some transparent facade.  I wonder how much of your youth; how much of your beauty you'll lose before you finally admit the truth that resonates in your soul...before you'll no longer be able to suppress that voice that tells you that you can not honestly see yourself growing old with this man.  Your God? You speak of your God to a point where it chokes me and it chokes those around you!  You are searching for something to believe in because you surely can't believe in yourself!  Why? Because all you do is lie to yourself.  You speak of your God and point your finger at others, saying words as though you stand on a higher moral ground than those heathens around you.  In your Christianity and your 'Holy Bible' you are taught that your God dwells within you.  You can feel the presence of the Holy Spirit within you! Hallelujah Praise Baby Jesus~  If your God dwells within you, then you are not only lying to yourself and those around you, you are also lying to your God.  Is there a thing more forgivable than divorce? Is lying to your self, your family, your friends...your God...more forgivable than admitting you've made a mistake and remedy with divorce? 
I do think about your from time to time, but just as easily...I forget about you.

The God Walkers

They went forth and spewed offspring from their loins.  They spread their disease into the heredity of the next generation.  They poisoned their minds with entitlement, self pity, Christianity, destruction, narcissism, and messianic complex.  No path laid before them...but behind them lay a path lined with their sickness and their evil.  Their murder and their bloodshed.  Along that path lay the ones they have used and forgotten. That path is stained with the lying tongue of promises never meant to be kept.  The stones darkened by the wet of tears fallen from eyes who trusted....eyes that believed...eyes that honored.  These dark eyes are dry now.  These feet stand firm now.  These hands are tight with fists.  I have learned.  I know your lies.  I smell them on your breath.  Your feet are a privilege for which you have not earned.  Creatures in your likeness are meant to slither upon the earth on their bellies.  Take your aim~ you soulless bastards.  Steady your hands~ you cold blooded, venomous creatures.  You had best point your daggers and strike me true. You had best lay my body upon this earth.  May your God grant you mercy, should you miss. For I shall not.

My Favorite Artist...take me away Van~

You can take all the tea in china
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea

She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t keep us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor bent on chivalry

She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t stop us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor intent on chivalry

She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with meS
he’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
You can take all the tea in china
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail it right around the seven oceans
Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea
Because she’s as sweet as tupelo honey

She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like the honey, baby, from the bee

She’s my baby, you know she’s alright with me

(what I would do to hear a certain saxamophone player play this song)

Bitter

One this date, nine years ago, my fellow countrymen with tear filled eyes and angry, furrowed brows, had the taste of revenge on their palates and belly's that craved the satiation of avenging the murder of their loved ones. With one eye taken they in turn seek to take the eye of another. With blind faith, like rats running up the ropes of a sinking ship, they followed their leader into a war that would take more civilian lives than any other war save the systematic attempted annihilation of the Jews by Nazi Germany. Why don't your eyes cry for the loss of those civilian Iraq citizens? Afghanistan civilians? Countless numbers of family's murdered. Children disfigured. Fatherless families. Piles of rubble. Smell of burned flesh and rotting bodies. Where are your furrowed brows now? Is your belly full, or do you crave more? Have you settled your scores? It is so much easier to see the amputation of a child's leg from stepping on explosives when that child is wearing Muslim robes, isn't it? His blood...her screams of pain...the tears falling down her cheeks...him carrying the body of his baby boy, walking...not knowing where....just walking...the children crying over the bodies of their mothers, praying to Allah that their screams will bring the life back in them. Those piles of rubble that once housed hundreds of families....much easier on the heart strings when they lay upon a sandy terrain under a hot sun... Put on a pair of wrangler jeans, take that "thing" off your head lady, learn to speak English without an accent, paint your face white, and bleach your hair blonde, then....maybe....my fellow countrymen will mourn the murder of your family as they mourned the murder of their own. On this day, I'm SO proud to be an "American".

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i believe. i hope. i dance. i sing. i love.

Countless Sheep

I feel as though I am forever chasing sleep. I am so tired. Lay me down in a suns' beam and let me sleep for a dogs life.....zzzzzzz