Dear Heavenly Father, I have a confession to make.
For I have received yet another heart break.
She stole my heart, broke it in two,
Then said, “I’m no longer in love with you”
Father, why does she have to be this way?
Please tell her I don’t want to hear what she has to say.
Father, for I have committed a sin,
That day when I let her in.
I want to forget her & what we once had.
All because she lied to me and made me sad.
Father, I am done playing her game.
I’m done with her handing me all the blame.
So if you would father, help me out,
And please show her what this is about.
For I still love her father
But she doesn’t love me so don’t even bother.
She said it was all a lie,
Father she made me cry.
I am weak but have to be strong
Father, what she did was wrong.
I know that now, I knew that then
Please father; get rid of these horrible women.
She used to control me father
Stop what things used to be.
I guess what we had was fake father.
This is the confession I had to make
She never loved me father.
So please don’t even bother
I don’t need someone to hold me tight
I was wrong & they were right
All I need is something that’s not there father
All I needed was for her to care
Father I do not want to let her go.
But its time, and we all know.
Father, my confession may be sad, or a bore,
But my heart hurts so much more.
Pleases father take the pain.
Remember she once said I was a little insane.
Take away the scars caused by this knife.
Oh please father, just take her out of my life.
I miss her so much father.
I miss her kiss and his touch.
For I must leave father,
Cause no one will ever replace my baby father
This is my confession.
They all said she was ‘my obsession’.
Father the time has come for me to stop needing her,
Now I believe them father.
Father I need some help down here.
Because you knew loosing her was my fear.
Now you’ve heard my confession, the one I had to make,
So please forgive her for her love, that was so fake
There once was a place
There once was a boy
There once was a soul
Altogether creating heavenly evil
The soul was cursed from the start
The intelligent thoughts
The mental superiority
The guilty conscience
All cursed to perfection
The boy was cursed from the womb
The tall stature
The blessed looks
The forgiving health
All cursed to perfection
The place was cursed from the stone
The malicious sins
The deceiving repents
The false forgiveness
All cursed to perfection
The soul attaches to the boy
The boy attaches to the place
The heavenly evil called Purgatory
Where the superior but guilty visit
Where the strong but heartless visit
Where the regretful but lying visit
And clean their slate
To nothing more
And ascend upwards
As Purgatory is not the halfway point
But more the pre-cursor to evil paradise
That will one day be lost
A repent doesn't take you most of the way
A sins doesn't disappear after repent
The soul doesn't change if it sees reward
Purgatory is a lie
From a wicked boy with a wicked soul
A heavenly evil
All blessed to damnation
Up or down is the way
But not in the sky
But in the boy himself
As I am dust
And to dust I shall never return
As her blonde hair twirls into the sun
As he spins her, her dress looks like a kaleidoscope
They dance as he strokes her face
This love is not easy to find
There seems to be no sounds
On the wings to set sail
I want to collect a future for you and I
Through continents and back home
When shifting winds grind at our core
Infecting our love but rage we leave alone
Like cracks in a sidewalk we all have flaws
As the years move on our backbone begins to descend
We still make love, but with the sounds of our voice
We smile at one another, daydreaming about the past
We're growing older as our eyes become cloudy
Our memories parted ways
You looked so heavenly that morning
I became fearful without you
You're the lace of a golden summer
The stillness in the sea, weary and forlorn
I take comfort in knowing that we cherished every day
The steps that we took through changing times
We were together, I don't regret a single day
She grabbed and reached for the sun
And returned after a while
Seeming like she had to tell me
Said she was the one who loves me
Now my nerves are all riled
And I just don’t know
Mismatch sock yeah I know you
Won’t pay your late fee
As long as the candy mans around
Temptation will kill ya
You wanna be gagged and bound
In the most intoxicating wine we will drown
Rain clouds come and heal this drought
Table for two
Room with a view
Thunder’s heavenly sound
To the other side of town
Yeah I know a few
That might be able to
Help us out
No more chances, you can afford
Another drink although you say you could
It really goes to show
Even though you’ve sworn
You’re not on board
And your judgments not so good
Let’s just wait a little while
I’m not proud
Of how this all turned out
Who could have knew?
And look through
And seen what she was all about
The treasures they have found
Captain and crew
Discovering the world is round
I heard a voice, questioning me.
Shocked, and puzzled, I turned 'round to see.
There, between 2 frames and between 3 folds
I heard the wandering man, and his story to unfold.
"Look me in the moon,
and ignore the reflection.
Was it not I, your first affection?
Was it not you, my pupil born first?
With life slipping between your hands,
with rain dripping so much worse.
Come into the shower,
of heavenly origins through.
Come greet me by the flowers,
come let me introduce you."
And with a whisper, the man fell back into his shadow.
His belt glows brightly
along with Canis Major
everything about her
drives me crazy.
An angelic-face with
a heart-melt smile
speaks of nirvana,
permeates her aura,
it makes me(n) succumb.
My knees grow weaker,
get hazy in
a sea of sensuality,
her femininity is electric.
She wears white lace,
sports feathers and boas,
makes me yearn
for something tantric.
all look different now.
Once she sank into me,
she stole my mortal soul,
sweet-visions with her
I cannot shake nor want to.
She plays around in my
makes the sexiest animal sounds,
if she only knew.
O, how I would trace her with my man-hammer!
I tremble like an earthquake
acting out the wildest fantasies
with her twenty-four seven.
It leaves me breathless,
in a constant state of arousal.
She is my finest obsession…
she’s so God-damned heavenly,
I am smitten forever!
I am keeping these journals just in case something may happen to me someday. I want the world to know of my work. I want them to understand me.
How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...
Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to kill me...
I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...
I rarely ever have any remorse for torturing and killing people. They have it coming to them, mostly. I say mostly because sometimes I do feel like such suffering and then death is too harsh of a punishment for sins like gluttony, or sloth. I mean, I can't go around killing people just because they are fat, or they sit around a lot. Some people have problems and I always try to consider that. The only reason that I kill so many overweight people and people on welfare is that they are easier to get to. I have found that low income housing and welfare apartments are good places to do "my work". The cops just don't care about them. I also punish my share of rich people, but I have been labeled a racist and sociopath. HAHAHA! Me. A racist! Even as dark as my skin is....of course, they don't know that.
I always know as soon as I see someone whether they must die or not. I can't really explain, but it's just a feeling that I get, and it's like a movie plays in my mind. I can see their life. I can see the bad and good they do. Some people do a whole lot of good, but they still must be punished. The rules are simple. If they have broken any of the Seven Deadly Sins, they must be punished, then killed. I have seen the movie and felt the truth every single time...besides one...just once. I call her Aurora, Goddess of the Morning Dawn. That was the first time I seen her, at dawn. I never believed in a Goddess until I seen her. She has to be, because I have never seen a woman so beautiful. I have also never not gotten the movie from the Lord. I only ever really get to see her in the morning.
She leaves her apartment every night at about nine. I have followed her many times, but I have never found out where she goes. The problem is, I have my work to do. Every time I try to follow her, she walks into a pretty bad neighborhood of drugs, strip bars, and casinos. I don't make it far in those neighborhoods before my senses go crazy. I am always left to do my work, while she strolls on so beautifully. I often wonder if she does the same thing that I do. I wonder if that's why I can't sense anything from her. Maybe that's also why she goes into the same area almost every night. I wonder how many of us are here and working for God. She is special either way. I just haven't been able to figure it out exactly. I do feel like she is meant to be near me for some reason.
Eyes of the greenest dawn
a heavenly scent, sunlight spawn
to your door I am always drawn
only to find you gone
My morning mystery light
the sun rises at your sight
you make my days shine bright
but a creature of the night?
Your dreads hung in vivid blues,
purples, explosive jades.
Your breath held the odor of honey,
the hue of your skin was a turn-on,
bright body-paint accentuated
your light-pink tips,
made hard by the chilled stream.
Your pretty flower
swollen with enticements.
I drove myself to the brink
spasms of us
mixing Heavenly nectar,
streaming down our legs
to fertilize the Earth
with our sacred bond.
Ethereal lover…. so charming.
To tell me not, will be enough to move on
For you were the second coming of a dream long heralded in the summers of my youth,
A train rushing through an open country side, beneath endless heavenly bodies
Time has past, the end came fast
So please, tell me why,