Month: December 2022

I’m Worthy of You

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©. Dec. 21. 2022. All Rights Reserved.

The human that don’t

Celebrate birthdays

Had just one, the day he

Took his first breath.

Too young to understand

His soubriquets,

The best gift of life is

Promised with death.

Who will make out with him

On a deathbed?

If he get socks, next year’s

A brand new car,

But next year isn’t promised

Like quick bread

And quicklime in water

Filling a jar.

I’m worthy of you,

But I don’t need you.

I’m worthy of you,

But I don’t need you.

Flatter him like hearing

For the first time,

Cataphatic theology

Uttered.

Mothered and fathered

By a massive crime,

Flustered devils whined

Like his words stuttered.

He spent his seconds

With short-lived humor,

Cozened by a

Gorgeous gentlewoman.

She may not

Have a daily consumer,

But he was the guardsman

To her ground plan.

I’m worthy of you,

But I don’t need you.

I’m worthy of you,

But I don’t need you.

His French is not

Full of profanity,

But excuse his English,

Full of silence

Like leaders

Goading him into pity.

Witty are the cities,

Thinking he’s dense.

Thank God, he can wear a smile

In the fridge

And a foreigner may

Say, “Hey, handsome.”

Brain freeze from the icebreaker

On a bridge,

With handheld kisses at him,

Blown like gum.

I’m worthy of you,

But I don’t need you.

I’m worthy of you,

But I don’t need you.

No Room For Cults

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©. Dec. 14, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

In a religious cult,

You may find yourself

Believing everything.

If you’re not allowed to question it,

It could be a religious cult.

There’s non-religious cults that are idols

That people are worshipping,

Being martyrs for, and when you

Keep an open heart, you’re an adult.

You’re an object, instructed to obey,

Like it’s whatever they say.

No reproduction, no creativity,

No jeans, and no aversion.

Those are some rules a cult may have,

But if you love a cult,

Then I’ll pray.

No computers and no video games

And that’s not up for discussion.

When a relative molests you,

And nobody else believes you,

When you’re forced into child marriage,

You feel defenseless like it’s your fault,

And when they remove and add to the

Scripture, will you feel like a Jew?

No friends for those that don’t

Share your beliefs—

Put your feelings in a vault.

You should love the God of Israel,

Though satan is the god of this world.

If they claim to be Jesus Christ, it’s a cult,

But you may call it hate.

Some don’t want you lost;

Some want you in the Word;

Some want your hair uncurled.

Be raptured before for the hour

Of temptation or one day, it’s too late.

A laird with treasures on Earth

May not have treasures in the afterlife.

What Promise Land

Is guaranteed unless you

See a spotless species?

That story when Noah warned the masses

Cuts the tension with a knife.

Intelligent like savant syndrome,

What if the world pray on its knees?

How gullible do you think everyone

Is to be rended apart?

When you feel ballistic,

Thinking about why God created satan.

God is all-knowing, who gave Lucifer

Free will,

But God knows your heart.

Listen up: sin is around and the

Problems you have, God will straighten.

If you’re a saint, Christ will not forsaken,

But don’t transgress against Him.

Confess your sins

And sincerely repent

Because you can die today.

There are many antichrists roaming;

Some may have a pseudonym.

A double sided elevator can crash

And you’ll be on your way.

You can trip over a Bulgarian bag,

Then wound up in a coma.

Prayers can bring miracles

As well as spiritual enrichment.

Demons will interfere in your life

More often than seminoma.

You see things

And they’ll blame glaucoma,

But that’s irrelevant like rent.

Are you out of your cozy mind

For speaking when you were not told to?

You, who missed out on developing

A love life all thanks to a cult.

“Where are you going,”

Some members may choke you

Until your skin turns blue.

They’ll stalk you; they’ll follow you; they’ll speak for you like you’re not an adult.

Did you know that suicide is a sin

That will damn you to hellfire?

Forget that your dreams are ruined

And wonder about who Jesus is.

If they tell you to kill yourself,

It’s a cult and a cult they admire.

Tell them that demons are real

And they may turn you

Into a Misses.

If they marry their first cousins,

You should turn around and run away.

Every follower isn’t in a cult,

Which is why you should know God.

If you know Jesus Christ for yourself,

You’re not afraid of a doomsday,

Taunting you like predictions,

For He is the only one who’s unflawed.

Weight On My Thinking Cap

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©. Dec. 10, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

I wouldn’t want you

To see her beauty through my eyes,

So that I have all the time

In the world to approach

And all the warmth

In the universe for her, the prize.

I want her all to myself

With her on a caroche.

I want a lass with a smile

That can win souls for Christ,

But if Jesus was hated on Earth,

So will she be.

Beauty and brains is not enough;

Life is overpriced,

With holistic lifestyles

And hostility, carefree.

My service is no longer required

By humankind.

Disclaimer: I’m sober

And will love you sleeplessly,

Losing traction from the bottomless base

Like I’m blind.

I don’t plan to be left behind

In this misery.

Mutual love feels impossible

And that’s okay.

I won’t worry about

What my family and friends do.

Without her, she dates

Those you may not like to this day.

My enemies would even

Have my prayers—that’s true.

Make a trumpet sound

From the affluent firmaments.

Take me from this atmosphere

And let me be at peace.

All in all, may those that hate you

Become accidents?

You’ll see drawbacks and setbacks

From extra elbow grease.

We’ll be the bride of Christ,

Persecuted for the truth.

Some can be persecuted

Before their honeymoons.

I refuse the synthetic love

From a kissing booth.

I’ll live without artificial smiles—

Where life lampoons.

There’s no need to show off my love

On seven kiss cams,

If God gave me my soulmate,

But I’ll be a hermit.

Somehow, some will be married to Christ

And not ma’ams.

It’s beyond our understanding—

To Him, we commit.

“I wonder when they’ll have a baby,”

People may say,

Worrying about others

More than fixing their minds.

If I find duct tape,

We can compromise while we pray.

Most would hate my flesh

And which flesh touches like designs.

Squeeze me in a ghost town

And in a sanctuary.

Settle for me

On the doorsteps of desolation

For a primitive romance

Close enough to marry.

The stigma of being present

Involves mentation.

I want her like me: quick to listen

And slow to speak,

Then I’ll clip her fingernails

While she naps on my lap.

It helps if she’s a prophet;

There’s no need to critique,

Even though there’s a lot of weight

On my thinking cap.

Pocket Ball Gift Skateboard

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©. Dec. 7, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Pocket Ball Gift

Medium: Acrylic and oil paint

Size: 8.75”

Date: 12/7/22