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  Nov 2014 Timothy Stout
Xyns
I just want to take a moment to address a very real problem.

Racism.

I find that the most racist people are usually southern Christians.
And this I don't understand at all..

Christians read the Bible and live by what it says.
At least, they claim to.

The Bible teaches love of all men.
Everyone is made in the image of God, the Creator, the Almighty.

Since all men are made in the image of God,
Are all men not equal?

Every man is equal to every other man.
No person is superior or inferior.

Thus, racism goes against what the Bible is supposed to teach.
So a Christian's racism is against their religion and should be frowned upon.

Also, Southerners are typically the most religious.
Why then is racism such an issue in the south?

It makes no sense for Christians to be racist.
Those who are racist Christians are ignorant and obviously not true Christians.

And to anyone who chooses to use their childhood upbringings as an excuse:
That makes you even more ignorant.

You should be able to think for yourself and realize that your prejudice is idiotic.
And because you claim to have been raised into racism, you are simply blaming your parents for your idiocy and they are just as ignorant as you are.
My thoughts on the matter.
Timothy Stout Nov 2014
Remind me of your love for me.
I never forget it, but your words soothe me;
Your touch is a comfort to my heart.
Remind me of your goals;
Your aspirations.
These I can forget, but they add to your beauty in my eyes.
Remind me of your troubles.
Baby I want to be there;
I want to help.
Remind me of you.
Oh wait, everything else already does
  Nov 2014 Timothy Stout
Rachel Morris
On nights when I lay awake
stare at the celling
pretend I’m looking stars
I wish that they would see you
through my eyes
But more than anything
I wish that you would see yourself
through my eyes
priceless, not worthless
honest, not offensive
just another soul trying to find
the purpose of it all
  Nov 2014 Timothy Stout
ahmo
In the end,
Who tells me who I am?
he tells me that it's him,
and she tells me that it's her.
And this entitlement is surely not universal.

We must decide ourselves.
Horrifically.
But how can I possibly be blind to all of this noise?
When the streets are filled with final blueprints
Of how my life will play out?

For all of us
The words placed upon us slither around our arteries
And up to our brains.
They insert venom into the soul gleefully.
And the poison is ubiquitous.
It's terribly malicious.
Because we must decide.
Who speaks fact
and who fiction.

In the end,
I must decide who I am.
I must dig into my heart with a rusty shovel and push.
My only wish
is that I don't hate what emerges from this abyss.
Timothy Stout Nov 2014
Pills left me restless
Food never filled me up
**** never satisfied me
Success dies
Friends fade
Nothing seems to last
I'm left with a buzz but nothing else
Then I see you
Hanging on that tree
You call down to me
"What are you doing son?"
"Why can't you stop son?"
The more I live life the more I realize my need for you
Without you, there is only darkness
You are my drug-- scratch that, you're better than drugs


*"Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28
Timothy Stout Nov 2014
It begins
within is strife
and then it ends
Is the meaning?
Because just as soon as it is Conceived
It is  Deceased
This road I walk
I look at both the beauties and the monstrosities of her
The people
The places
The interactions
The love
Beauty is Broken
Find perfection in what is not
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