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Ahhh... Immortality.

After the death of my earthly flesh,
my spirit will fully embrace it.
For I'm truly made
in my Creator's Image
and filled with His Divine presence.
How can anyone doubt...
The premise of my logic?

Ahhh... Immortality.



Author Note:

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Jesus, lord above
We got a bus full of Christ’un girls here
They got rose perfume and windswept hair
We got blonde bombshells with **** glasses.
Jesus, why do you tempt me so?
I bet they’re all off to pray.
All off to do some good in the name
Of our lord. Raising their button noses in reverence.
But I think God was having a ***** joke
When he made girls so good looking.
Pearl white teeth, plush and kissable cherry lips, Salvation T-shirts
With the Good Lord Jesus Saves belt buckles
Man, oh man, I go to church and light candles
Praying, lord please oh please
If these girls are going to Heaven
Save me a place in the Pearly Club.
So that we can dance the night away
Watching those saintly hips swing...
Watching her play with her pinna earring
Watching her ****** with her Ichthys ring
All those lovely girls,  up from the Bible Belt
Nibbling on their pink-chipped nail polish
Driving me crazy, torturing men forever.
Just my luck, I’ll bet I’ll be in Hell
While the party’s going on.
I sit and wonder, thinking if I'll ever go beyond this tragic state.
Keeping me concealed, strapped, and left to suffocate.
I pry my eyes to see the silver lining of optimism
but every pit I go into is an alluring state of pessimism.

No longer will I return to that place of pain
I won't go in circles, go lying and crying with nothing to gain
Must I reminisce on the past to remember the sorrow?
the deep wounds impaled from the core by a bow and arrow.

Confusion dominates me from deep within, leaving me baffled.
my mind says no yet my instincts says go, am I biased or am I flawed?
What's wrong with me, why do I keep going back to where I began?
That tragic place of misery and suffering of which I am no fan.

Stop this madness, do not dwell and just keep going.
on the other hand, some reflections and realizations seems to be occurring.
I guess only time can tell what all of these mean, did I lose or win?
Until then, I must keep these thoughts concealed within.
Purple evening cloud coveted-
crescent moon's flirtatious glance.
In her joie de vivre, he was ignored,
pallid  cloud  slowly dissolved.
I fell in love with Las Vegas
I fell in love in Las Vegas

But both the city and he
will never, and can never
love me..
Politicians speak about "The Fallen",
Our dear departed servicemen*
Its a nasty euphemism
for the Legion of our dead.
For they did not gently flutter down
like leaves of gold and brown.
They were raked by foes' machines guns
as they fought to take some ground.
  They've met slaughter on the beaches,
been slain on distant mountainsides.
They've been sacrificed, quite needlessly,
for some Politicians' pride
Many a mother's heart's been broken
Widows and orphans have been made.
Political Stupidity has dug many a grave.
So don't speak about "the Fallen",
you who haven't borne the fight.
You've never paid the butcher's bill
so what gives you the right?
* No offense intended to our American servicewomen who have served and many of whom have died. President Obama actually used the phrase "Fallen Women" in his Memorial day address.   I cannot use it here because of its other obvious connotations.
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