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The dog ate my homework
When I turned around
My humor was stolen
By a circus clown

I was abducted by aliens
Is the reason I'm late  
To pick you up
For our dinner date

I dropped the ball
With the sun in my eyes
Are a few of the excuses
And the reason why

I either do or I don't
Do the things that I do
So I'll stick with them all
As my excuse

I must have forgot
There was a time change
As my clock stopped
On the very same day

I lost my wallet
With your number inside
This would be the truth
If it wasn't a lie

I ran out of gas
So I had to hitchhike
I made a left
Instead of a right

I either do or I don't
Do the things that I do
So I'll stick with them all
As my excuse
Maternal French kisses
Mental illness defines her
Pretend to forget
What a fool I was , undignified
to light one up at the funeral,
the mourners gasped, as I blew you that
one last shotgun , as I promised you
I would that day we met in April
1967 at the love-in
on the hill the new rock bands playing
songs of peace and love so beautiful
the flowers and  kisses being gave
out so freely and we got so high
promised if you died I'd give you one
last shotgun to take you smiling out
to wherever it is ole' hippies
go
~~~

you cannot give
that which you do not own

you cannot own
that which you have not

PAID FOR


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/17/2016
I want to read. Honestly. I have been trying but something always comes up which interrupts me. I couldn't figure out why this was. I thought I was letting a lot of people down. But God just revealed something to me. Part of the reason that I I'm on this site is to be a light to those who are not believers and do not understand why God does (or doesn't do) certain things. I want to give a reason for my faith in Him. But I haven't been studying my Bible and I haven't been praying as much as I should. I can't give away something I don't have. And the above is simply true.
Salvation was paid for by Jesus Christ. But unless you work for it you can't own wisdom. So I am going to be taking some time away from the site to study and pray.

I am very reluctant to do this. So many of you have been reading me so Faithfully. And I feel badly that I am not reciprocating. Please. Know that I love you. But I just can't be on site right now. thank you so much for your support. Just because I'm not reading doesn't mean I'm not praying for you. I'm thinking of you often. And when the Lord leads me to you I will be reading you as well. But it must be in his time. Take care and I will see you soon.

~~~
A boastful man in constant search of his own reflection will find relief by the riverbank .. Till the very moment he's dragged to his death by a hungry alligator ...
Copyright April 15 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I don’t want to go back to the city,
I’m learning to forget you
And the city we grew together
To be something that we are not anymore.

I don’t want to see our city
Eat alone or wander the crowd
I don’t belong there, neither you
We were strangers like we’re today.

I will never ever go back to the city
Where there are sediments of us
Wanting to be jolted to a story
To pinch our flesh every **** day.

I want to be the city, someday
I want to be a hopeless lover and
Monsoon scent, I want to be the city
You'll never forget, the city we lived.
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