#chillin
There were millions of other people that could have been here on this Earth in your place, but it was you that made it. It was you against all odds; blind and in the dark, you chased Gods Love and won.
We all love to be Winners and Champions. It breaks our heart to be called a Loser; that's why God made the beginning of our Existence a big race against millions, a race like you'll never be involved in again (millions entered, one (you) and only one (if your not a twin), Lived on, while the others perished. No one can or ever should call someone else a loser (we are a World of Champions)...because no race is more important than the race to Existence, and nothing won is more Valuable than the reward of God's Air, His Water, Grass, Mountains, our Universe, the Ability to and be Loved, but most of all and more importantly...God's Gift of Individuality and Choice.
We all are Winners, Champions of a Great Race Forgotten.
To call some one a loser is to call Our Great Creator and the manner in which we became to be, a lie.
By Anthony BamBam!! Thomas
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
-morrissey
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
I'm an Artist.
So I don't have to go out on Saturday to feel cool.
I can just stay in and get artsy.
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Drinking cider
Late into the night
Then homemade *****
By candle light
Seemed such a
Wonderful idea
Until today
Alas I fear
My pile of paper
Will not shrink
The ***** dishes
Are still in the sink
The washing machine
Is far too loud
My head is firmly
In the clouds
The morning has
Just run away
I really wish
That I could stay
Curled up in bed
With nought but dreams
Navel gazing
In the sunbeams
Such Bliss......
But alas
I know I should
Move my ***
And get on
With things mundane
And really try
To engage my brain
Maybe
Just one more cup
Of coffee - black
Will wake me up
And some tunes
To dance around
Just in my pants
That pumping sound.....
No more of this
Up up she cries
I shall conquer
No compromise
In just a tick
Just one more minute
I'll will get up
And get on with it.....
And yet still
I'm here upon my bed
Making excuses
Just resting my head
And writing rhymes
But that won't do
Right
She's up!
Phew....
(C) Pixievic 2016
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC