My God Works In Mysterious Ways

This was very roughly written last minute and makes almost no sense but I just had to write it out straight from the heart. And it may not be very “Christianly written”  but I think I got my point across.

I know it may not make sense, but this is how I feel:

Pushed you away, turned my back, should’ve just spit in your face. Cz maybe if I did we’d be in a way better place. I’m a bitch. A whore. A fucking slut. But I can’t even be mad cz the love is too much. I wanna throw the words out of my mouth so they can find their way. Out into the atmosphere to their rightful place. I feel you need to know but I know it don’t even matter. Cz for all its worth I’m just a fucking chopped salad! Salami, pastrami, guacamole, Fuck me! I’m a fucking banquet dinner broke people eat in front of TV. Not even worth the nutritional value I’m as lame as it gets. Untamed and unashamed yet I think I’M THE FUCKING SHIT! Get it right and think twice, this is my time to change. To let humility run deep in exchange for the blame. Make it right and hang tight cz shit is gonna get crazy. Feeling out of breath, my world is getting real hazy. But I can’t help what I feel I just wanna reach out. But can’t trust no fuckin body cz I’m disgusted by the lies that drip from their mouths! Somebody hear my cry and show me the way. Cz I’m quite literally mentally 5 feet from the edge. Won’t say don’t push me cz I’m not really afraid. Got God on my side and He’s leading my way! I put my faith in Him and I know he won’t let me down. Why would He deceive me when HE’S wearing the crown? He’s got all right to fight my fights even though I owe Him MY life. But that’s the love from above, and He just helped solve my issues. So there’ll be no need when I’m crying at His feet to hand me a tissue. Cz he saved me…especially when no one else would. And I thank Him.

 

Get Off Your Ass and Use Your Damn Voice!

When the world get rough, and life gets tough, and you realize your love is lust, don’t be afraid to live again and love again. Because it’s not the end. Unless Obama or Mitt Romney wins. We ignore the lies, and we’re too lazy to try, distracted by the “entertainment” our media provides. When we the ppl have power, this world is our empire. So come on get HIGHER! Set fuel to the FIRE! Make this world what you desire. Who the fuck can stop us ALL? This is your wake up call. Being gullible is the way to fall. So who’s willing to take the challenge? To help to improve our planet. STOP BITCHIN AND DO SOMETHING DAMMIT!

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Tell Me If I’m Wrong

Lost in this game called life, the world can’t see me.

I don’t know which way is right so I’m waiting on my Lord to lead me.

I refuse to go down without a fight, I have to make them, the world, believe me.

Because once they see the light they’ll know that He came and freed me.

From the struggles and the pain. The useless blame.

Trying to keep from going insane but the hold is heavier than the chains,

Shackled to my feet, I’ll leave the non-believers in disbelief,

For I’ll accept the honor and nor will I ever accept defeat.

Success isn’t a habit its a disease.

That infiltrates the mind and forces you to take the lead.

To show our fellow followers that there’s a way.

Our God build us this place.

Originally intended to be safe.

But we ruined it with our evil ways.

Poisoned by our nation’s fate.

Can we recover this world that’s soon to be left in shambles before it’s too late?

Is anyone going to step up to the plate?

We’re HUMANS, capable of saving our race.

So why do we continue to spit in one another’s face?

I’m in love with my God and this world that I call home.

But are we all really just procrastinating till He call us home?

Do you think that He’d be happy when we approach His throne?

To tell Him that His wonderful gift to us of the world is gone.

All because of our hatred and our lack of self-control.

Not knowing the difference between simply what’s right and what’s wrong.

I could try to change the world if the words are spoken strong.

But I don’t want to be the only one fighting the battle alone.

I pray the world will take a minute to hear my song.

I pray the world will take a minute to right their wrongs.

I pray the world will take a minute to thank their Lord.

I pray the world will take a minute to love their life.

And understand that its a gift and not a damned right.

 

You’re an Error Waiting to be Erased

Heavy heart and head, I bow down gracefully.

For the darkness of the stars are no longer permeable.

Fill my cup half empty, and pour it half full,

dazed and alone is the potion for my fuel.

I lurk, an empty shell, lifeless without being.

Held back by your turmoil, despite how it’s killing me.

I don’t want this anymore, this isn’t who or how I want to be.

Why is this so hard, why aren’t you listening, SET ME FREE!

My cries mean nothing, since apparently nothings changed.

But maybe it’s because of me.

Maybe I’m the one to blame.

The truth knows no limits when it speaks to cause pain.

Carving into me emotionally, digging into my soul, into my brain.

How did I end up here and why does it feel so cold?

I can no longer take this agonizing cheap torture you call a thrill.

Since I know it’s the only way you feel you can keep me in hold.

The world never stops changing and with it I must too.

Breaking free from my chains, no longer will I give in.

I need release, and there’s nothing you can do.

To keep me from running or to make me stay.

I’ve waited for too long, and that’s where I made my mistake.

Before long I’ll be gone, and that’ll be the end of this chase.

All good things must come to an end, but somethings are better off erased.

 

Five Fantastically Fabulous Masculine Men

 

I know I’ve been away for a while and I give my most sincere apologies. I’ve been oddly busy lately and haven’t had the time to write any new posts or even keep up with my 30-day challenge now that school will be beginning soon. 😦

Today’s post is supposed to be five men I find attractive. Now I don’t know if this applies only to famous hotties and heart-throb or the hunks of hotties that appear in my local grocery store, but for my sake (and the sake of those men) we’ll stick to our celeb eye-candy. And today I’ll try to deliver my list to you in the form of a freestyle poem. 🙂

 

I’m glad to inform you all that you’ve successfully made my list.

So step right up as I take you on and hit you with this shit.

Many of the men I prepared to write about I feel have lost their touch,

From crow’s-feet to subtleties, and some just aren’t as buff.

Bradley Cooper, I loved you so, the time we shared was brief.

But now you’ve been replaced I say, get ready to accept defeat.

Ian Somehalder came right in and flashed those big grey eyes,

Just know this line is improvised and originally dealt with “thighs”.

Jake Gyllenhaal it’s been awhile and I feel for you the same,

That was until I saw Chris Zylka and thought, “Mmm mmm mm, what’s your name?”

Justin Timberlake you shall forever remain in my Hall of Men so Fine,

But I apologize for I think I just saw Channing Tatum sneaking in putting you at number nine.

Ryan Reynolds had his chance you see and his name was always on call,

Too bad Neil Patrick Harris is one sexy mo-fo with class and made him look like a freaking ‘Ken’ doll.

Robert Pattinson took the lead or was it Taylor Lautner?

Maybe I mixed them up, I’m wrong, it could have been Justin Bieber.

That was just a joke, I kid, I kid, there’s only one more to go,

Jonny Depp, in his forties-late, always knows how to steal the show.

Or was it float my boat?

 

Added note: I didn’t mean to offend anyone for the sake of rhyme scheme and fun, and puns. 🙂

Hope you enjoyed my list of who I believe are the Five Sexiest Men.

 

 

Alive in My Mind

I suppress you away, deep in the cold dark chambers of my mind…
Where the boards creek and the roof leaks. I can’t deal with you now.
You’re a part of my past, a memory stained across the walls of my mind, vivid and daunting. A hard one to tame, even when shackled up and chained. You’re eyes glare at me through the moonlight, beaming on me, boring into me. STOP IT! You know what you’ve done. What we’ve done. The guilt and pain drip over me, showing no mercy. A constant reminder, tapping me ever so pompous and nonchalantly. I give up. I’ll just submit to slumber. I drift. Away. Away, away, away. Softly into nothingness. Ahhhhhh. Until, what’s that? Popping? That’s right, the popping of you and your God forsaken gum. Who the fuck gave you gum? Why are you doing this? Leave me alone!!! You smirk and a chill shoots up my spine. How can you do this? Control me in very my mind? Now I miss you. My heart’s throwing itself at you. Vulnerable. WHY?!?! Why this again? It’s torture. The ache in my chest that can’t be filled because it needs something. Something impossible, unattainable. So complex but simple. It hurts to say the name so I dare not to speak of him. I catch myself and my eyes spark aflame. How dare you test me? Try me in my domain!? Such audacity it’s disgusting. Why do I keep letting myself fall short like this? I raise my chin high and look him eye to eye. “I won’t let myself do this anymore. I won’t let you win.” And before he could turn and throw me that grin, I opened my eyes and pushed him back in again.

I’ve Been Looking For You Jane, I Love You.

 

I search frantically for you all over town, but no one seems to know where you are.

When I finally find you you’re with some man parked along side the boulevard.

We exchange glances, and discreetly, we execute the plan.

For him to hand you over and I’ll introduce him to my big man in hand.

I jump in the car to rush you home, and all the way there,

I’m checking you out, making sure you’re okay and he harmed not even one hair.

We finally arrive and scurry inside, making sure we remain unseen.

For it’s a crime for us to be in love, but without you I’m stained with pain.

I undress you ever so gently exposing your luscious curves and buds.

Then I grind, roll, and spark you up, and continue to show you some love.

For I’m grateful for you and must say I’m quite blessed that He sent you here from up above.

And as we proceed I feel my mind and body release with each gentle tug.

“That’s right baby, just like that,” I breath as I exhale, feeling complete.

Nothing matters, it’s just you and me now, as this is how we should always be.

Together always, me and Miss Jane, the world shall do us no harm.

There’s a knock on the door, I put you down, I’m sorry baby false alarm.

I light you back up and it’s back to me and my queen.

They’ll never take you away from me, for our love, is your seed. ❤

 

The Chase of the Cat and the Mouse.

You walked into my life without my permission, without hesitation;  young, alive and innocent.

Hope and trust in hand, kindness and unknowing in your eyes.

It was the beginning of something beautiful that, at the time, I was too young to know,

that it’d be something I’d want all my life that I’d never want to let go.

Had I’d known that day that things would end up this way, never would I have taken your hand,

Only for things to end that way, leaving me f***ed up and lacking and feeling as if I lost the person I am.

Although in all honesty without you I may have never turned out to be the wonderful person I am today.

Still there’s much I long to say, knowing it makes no difference, I choke it up as me being stuck in the past and somewhat begging that we could fix this and I could convince you to stay.

As for what we had means nothing to you anymore, for me it remains a memory forever always.

To me it meant so much more that I even considered making it a public display.

The way it happened I was far too young, how was I to know that I’d be making a mistake?

To let the one person I knew I’d ever love, get up and let me push them away.

Lurking deep in the shadows of my subconscious, it gnaws and demands to be acknowledged.

But knowing the consequences in the end, it’d be emotional suicide to attempt to speak out on.

Yet the memory of your beauty and grace makes this challenge even harder to bear.

And even worse it makes the love we once shared even harder to forget and erase.

Even though I could never make you understand, my heart never really was much of a quitter.

I wish I could apologize and explain and make this all much clearer.

The late night phone calls,  and showing up at my door.

Knocking on my windows, at a quarter to 4.

It never helped the case, it only led me on and began a new cat chase.

Still even then I could never turn my back on you, my heart just won’t let you go.

Only because there’s one answer to this one question that I just need to know.

After all these years if you don’t love me, why is it when you’re drunk you insist on saying so?

The Jassual Suspects – This Beat (In Dedication to J.A.M.)