How does religion ruin ones life.
well I could give a few instances....
Number one rule. Never ever start washing your feet.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
The sparrow
Eyes Deep
A radiantly sparkle
Softly chirps sweet
Feathers softly sweep
one feather by one open.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
I hate photos
Wether good or bad
Weird things happen I guess
When something's want your soul!
Maybe.. (If)I decide to live
If God forgives
Then I'll have
Quit the book
To write, someday
Of course!
University! It's on the way?!
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
As l look out upon this treached drench ****** land in it's mist of concedences and irony. It's made me turn hard. I have now turned into such a god dam ***** in which makes me the wicked witch!
l was gentle, kind, and sweet as sweet ....never swore but then l had to become a ***** Just to get by you see. Didn't do it much, but l had the touch.
l was gorgous..skin so soft, my hair a flowing, little tittties were just right!
Now, from all the worries of the pushy thoughts of jesus and the devil. This all has put too much stress upon me. I feel sick to my stomach and this is just not me?
This has broke My spirit. I have now become aesthetically ugly, even for me.
I laugh hard sometimes at these two so called spirtual men? lol! Fighting over me?? "Over little old me?" I laugh quite strongly and hard at times.
Please with much tirenery..l'm not impressed... you've put me under a lot distress. Too much. I say! So get away!
These men of old days..
My spirit is best,
I just need to rest.
l've been through a ruff time
You having helped.
So please leave me alone!
All of you old men spirits good and bad!
I will decide things for me.
Your not jus talking to any Venus Goddess.
My power is all l need.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Your missed my pet,
I love'd you the most.
Not a complaint
from the man with the most!
You were such a dear
I have no portrait to sit near.
l miss you my dear.
I am so sorry
this place was not for you
nor for me.
I hope your well
With some gal!
Handsome and slilkly shining and well
like you used to do, just for me,
when l'd come home
and there you'd be.
You little man
great joy you brought.
Now there's no movement
within your spot.
Oh Boy l miss you so
Please forgive me
and be well pleased
where you are..
sitting with your next queen bee.
rip
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
I'm the riddler whithout a fiddler
what a joker with out a poker.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
I had a dream
just between me.
Me on my own
and but not alone.
I found my pace
As I drempt of this place
A fine replace
That had such a grace.
Beside a tree
there was me.
Where it was free
just to be me.
With my cloak at hand
by the old oak on land
l had a joke
for all the folks
With a tear in my eye
not much of a sti
l looked at the sky
to say goodbye
I seen a cloud
It looked like a foul
he was pretty loud
just sitting all proud
His feathers jesting
but not a pesting
Got you guessing
he was just a resting
I then looked over
over my shoulder
to see what was over
just over the boulder.
Over the boulder there was a shoulder
some big man
with quite a big tan
He said, "come here!"
from his beard
With a big tear
He said...
"What are you doing here my dear?"
I said to him...
"sitting with you!
you big galout!
your just my size!
and not too wise!"
I found my friend
behind the bend
What a day
and what a friend.
kt
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Oh how things can come back around,
Kinda makes you want to drown.
Keeping jesus within
Gets me to a grin.
Makes things better
With every letter
Found a friend but not with him
******* up my life
And not just twice
lol what a joke
joke on me
now l'm so broke
Will continue...
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Yor lips
As soft
Like a drop
Of dew
Flows
Off a leaf
During the morning haze.
So soft
Yet so chemicaled?
Your hair
The color of a wheat field
Shines so brightly
Yet so dim.
Your voice so soft and sensual
Brings me to newer heights with each day that passes
But when you come home and your voice is dry and raspy
Could this be
Because...
You building hallways are so filthy
The dust particles come from with in you?
Your skin..mmm
Your skin my dear,
So fresh and scented as the ***** water
Which flows from the ***** pipes of your building?
Your hair teases me from the scent
Of the ***** city air
And the dust particles
From the enviromental planetary
Sludge.
It entangles the sences of my nose!
Oh how sweet your purfume!
Your hands so soft
With dense lines on your nails..
Why is this so?
Could it be?
Could it be dear love?
You work too much
With your delicate dainty hands?
Or?
Is it the cheap chemicals
That must be!
Or just malnutrition?
Maybe
Maybe its just me.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
Wings so black
That shine like
The moon at midnight
Your wings once white
And now so black
Old souls you are
Great wisdom within
Oh ravens so strong
You heard my cry
You taught me
Eloquence and wise
Such a great gifts
All you birds!
kt
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC