THERE ARE MANY THINGS WE SAY, BUT IT IS REALLY NOT THE TRUE.  WE ARE ONLY LYING ON GOD, IN THE THINGS WE SAY AND DO.
IF YOU REALLY WANT TO TELL THE TRUTH, READ GOD'S HOLY WORD. FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END, HIS VOICE IS CLEARLY HEARD.
DO NOT SIT AND MANIPULATE, MAKING GOD'S WORD INTO A LIE.  YOU CAN REAP SOME CONSEQUENCES, I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE.
GET INTO THE HABIT OF TELLING THE TRUTH, SO YOU CAN ALWAYS SPEAK WHAT'S RIGHT.  ALLOW HONESTY TO FLOW FROM YOUR LIPS, MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT.
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING

i open the front door & a small
man with his shirt buttoned all
the way up asks me if i'd like to
buy a pocket bible, so i can
worship wherever i go. i ask if i
can fit it in a flask & if it's okay
to take with whiskey. his eyelids
shut like a casket as he touches
his forehead, chest, right shoulder
then left shoulder. tells me i'm
going to hell. i crawl back
onto my bar stool and drink from
the ceramic mug you glued back
together the night you saw my face
and pictured a room full of soft
things shattering. i can hear the
sound of a train & it's such a shame
that the nearest railroad is under
construction. it's such a shame that
the floor of my mind is set up like
a child's playroom with plastic
train tracks set in the center & a
younger version of myself is sitting
in front of them playing with a
replica of the train my whole body
was begging to be kissed by.
ugh, kissing. my god. i'm so high.
kiss me in my death spot, the
spot that'll be where my life ends.
replace my train tracks with
a dollhouse. tell the soft things
that i love them. open my front door,
tell the small man to unbutton his
shirt, that not everyone buys
pants with pockets in them.
wake me up when i'm sober &
tell me to write an ending to this.
i cannot think of an ending. please
don't let me become it

When I found you
You were torn
Despite all odds I took you
And held you
And loved you
And cherished you
And listened to you
And breathed you
You were the only thing I could think about
A diamond in the rough
Yeah we faught a lot
And cried a bit
But when I think Bout it
I can't stand missing you
leaving you
Wanting you
Feeling like you were my air So I hold you like you were broken
But I look at you like your brand new

The dark has come around once again
To eat me alive to break me down
But this time...
They're bigger and stronger and know how to distroy me this time

don't fear the enemy
That attacks you
But the fake friend
That hugs you

Go on your way adventure tales,
Until we meet again,
I'd say wish me luck,
But I have my own,
Way of meeting whales,
No longer will I longing read,
Of bands, and knights, and fellowships,
Who fought the pains of hunger,
While staving off the wrecks,
Comparing life with fantasy,
Eating it up with bated breath.
Ha ha! I say, Ha ha again,
Life is adventure mine!
And I'll regal YOU adventure tales,
When we meet again

Because I am so free,
I will sleep in cages,
To show they cannot harm me,
I will walk my golden feet in mud,
To show I won’t absorb it,
Just as Christ himself,
Who never had a chain,
Chose to live under human rules,
So I will submit,
To pointless stipulations,
Covering,
To truly reveal.
Assenting,
Because I am free.
Those who fly,
Can leave the sky,
And walk,
With light steps.
Shaking off the dust,
Of crowds,
While laughing with them.