Just like the Lord, I am not looking for people who like me
Nor am I looking for people who like what I say
I am looking for committed FOLLOWERS
in the people that come my way

fighting for Poetry with insanity
Who is the greatest poet? under sixfeet deep of sand pulled by gravity?
Mark each day on hellopoetry
unknown people with great ideas are hated
******!!
Poetry is not about hatred
or is it?

When young, I did wonder about
Certain
A Universe with only nothing but one to Love
She liked the beginning
yet feared the ending

Old Bill spoke of her beauty
and I felt ashamed and guilty,
One that should be mine
Taken away to be theirs!
They broke my heart and I will break hers
So that we both can have our shares,
She'll fix mine and I hers
Smooth operator fix my spoiled Character

If only She knew; She's the most wanted person in the world
She blew up my heart
and stole my eyes

How can I love another; when all these girls around me have turned into boys?
If only She Knew; She's the most wanted person in the world
She blew my brains!
She blew my heart!
She blew everything all apart!
Oh my Gawd! OSAMA BIN LADIN'S BACK!!!

my ultimate judge of things
Missy, if her tail wags it's good
I often recite poems to her
and she rarely flicks her tail
a stray like me, she Is mostly Black Lab
and has sense confidence and good judgements, except
for wanting to chase anything on two wheels,
well she loves Foghat
despises Scorpion or other hair bands.
Her job is to mostly lie around
and on occasions flip the tip of her tail if she likes a song
or my dancing or  my poems.
She is a tough audience,
and I admit trying to bribe her
with bits of hot dogs and bologna.

God knows what I need to do,
But am I ready?
Is it simply that easy?
It feels like it.
Decisions I should be making for my own happiness,
But am I already happy?
God please tell me why you keep doing this too me?
Am I failing you?
I know my well being isn't at the greatest point in my life,
But lord please tell me that you know that I am trying!
Please tell me that you see me try to shove down these meals,
That my body no longer wants to eat.
You cannot tell me that you don't see me,
Waking everyday with knifes in my back,
That I forgot to take out at night,
Lord please tell me this is the end,
Of these sleepless nights?
Please tell me this isn't what I need to do,
And I know it feels right,
But please don't make me do it.
I am fighting everyday,
I know you hear me scream at night!
The minute they pronounce me as
"Cancer Patient",
God you knew,
This was going to be done.
Is that why you were preparing me?
All these years of suffering and aching,
Is that why when I sleep, I can't lay on my chest through the night?
Is that why you kept hurting me lord?
Please tell me is that why?
I feel it.
You know I do feel this pain,
In between my chest,
I feel it sometimes,
But lord I feel it.
Am I not good enough?
Why didn't the times I wanted to be gone,
Work?
Why all of a sudden,
This pain is coming back,
I never get a break,
I am cursed.
God, please hear me.
Is this what I need to do?
Do I hold his hand, and never let him go?
Or do I walk away, and let him find a true love?
Lord please hear me,
I cannot take this anymore.
Make me feel beautiful,
I just want to be loved.
Lord hear me.
Why don't you love me ...

Kneel…
He’d used his Jesus voice again,
And as she explained to Jeweliette afterward,
How could she, a mere menstrual sinner,
Openly defy the lord...
Especially in his well-paid hour of need.


They burst into giggles,
Splashing coffee onto the ground,
Jamming jelly donuts into their mouths,
Adrift on a messy concrete sidewalk,
Surrounded and alone
As a tired world raced from a to b,  
Cash rich and co-conspirators,
Young women with sore knees and aching jaws
Gorgeous angels of the sorority,
Smooth and innocent,
Their eyes bright and tarnished halos.

The thing was she liked it.
He had only to speak this one word and
She instantly tasted caramel and could smell the ocean.

When he continued,
Ordering her to put her hands behind her back,
His voice would slip and slide and coil around her,
Confronting her with a quiver,
A shiver, hypnotized,
By the searching tongue of a sun-warmed python,

His tone was soft and hard at the same time.
How do men do that, she wondered,
What was this unique and masculine ability
This way of his
To be non-negotiable and kind and convincing
All at the same time.

It is no wonder they lie so well, she thought,
They’re pinch proud of this inherent skill,
They adore the sound of their own deceit,
And she could not stop herself from licking her lips.

I've seen Jerusalem
full of Holy Men
and Babylon
where some had gone
to let off steam,
this I have truly seen.

Truth.

If every parable had
been edible
they could have fed more.

just saying as I do
something that you
already knew..

..and I've known Catholics
with Kalashnikovs
Protestants
with nine mil glocks

Religion is the army now
the fatting of the calf
the sacred cow
and
somewhere
I'd be shot for writing this
but
if you've kissed the feet of god
it doesn't ******* matter.