We all serve someone in our capacity of life.
We just must be willing.
We all gather some type of benefits in life.
We jut must be willing to admit it.

I work for God Incorporated.
In other words.
I'm employee of God.

And this his service.
I have been insured in mutiple ways.
Don't have to admit how?
Don't even have to say.

In spreading his product.
Whether it's the word.
Or his love.
I have promoted his goal.
As God's employee.

He accepts request.
And He supplies many needs.
And I personally can testify.
He don't get offended being called a charity.

Altho' He does get heated at things he see.
Still, I rather stay employed in his company.

No strikes is allowed.
Too many rewards connected to his foundation.
He's always hiring.
While also advising and training others in life.

A good employer gets good remarks.
After all.
Why criticize the creator of us all?

The governor stated he's sorry for his love tryst.
Except with him.
It seems he's bragging.
And then he spoke too much.
The public only knew about one.
Oh, that son of a gun.

He could have stated like a president did.
Which was self denial.
That he never had an affair.
Oh, that son of a gun.

Or be like Edwards and run from the truth.
Until his mistress had a child as proof.
Oh, that son of a gun.

Just another candidate out having fun.
Mmm, I think I should run.
I might not win.
But I betcha.
I have a mutiple of friends.

We expect to be surprised.
Who hadn't met a candidate's that hadn't lied.
Oh, that son of a gun.

Even with a bad back.
We know of a politician that had him a actress.
Which supposely shared with his brother too.
Oh, those son of a gun.

Just another leader trying to find a pleaser.
And they everywhere.
We all know about Tiger mutiple affairs.

The poor are blessed.
Those that hunger are blessed.
Those that cries are blessed.

Those that feels hated, are blessed.
Those that demises others, are blessed.

Except, it's up to us to mirror an image way above this earth.

One good deed has a mutiple of rewards to  come.
Just one good deed showcases your love.

When you're in high spirit.
You are blessed.
When you feel you undeserving.
You are blessed.

We find many of times that our luck is around the corner.

We must believe, we are blessed.
Just to be loved.

I stand alone.

I might not ever be the bravest soul you know.
But you will notice my strength.
And that I stand alone.

Notice when as a group you challenge wrong.
Its mainly because of one standing out front to complain.
Many watch and turn away.

I stand alone.
If justice is what I seek.
Even in High Noon the movie.
We saw a whole town come across weak.

I stand alone.
A bully only wins.
When you don't challenge them.

Even in our terrible historical past with race.
We find many that stood alone.
Jesus had his mutiple friends and foes.

But sometimes.
We know he stood alone.

Strength comes from within.
Find it.
And you'll forever win.

He creeps around lookin'.
He upon a hunt just huntin'
Hopin' to find that love type fool.
Guess what?
He usually do.

He has a child here.
He has a child there.
In other words.
He have had mutiple love type girls.

He's the travelin' man.

The women seems to fight over expenses.
When they were in charge of him gettin' in their britches
Sure he lied and apologized.
But , he probably have done that mutiple times.

Remember, he's the travelin' man.

He's a charmer.
Probably learned this skill of using from his mother.
Women refuses to admit the truth.
That somewhere in your life you were a user too.

And all he has done was used the game of using too.

Many kids.
Many women.
Some foolish enough to take him back.
And this is while he still visiting others on the side.

After all.
He's the travelin' man.
And most travelers are love visitors.

As long as women open the door.
This travelin' many will come back for more.

Because I care.
That's why I'm here.
Because I'm here.
That's the reason I care.
Never unestimate this.
Because, because, because it's true.

There are mutiple reasons to loving you.
There are mutiple days, when I'm thinking of you.
Because, because, because I do.

What if?
I said I didn't.
Then I have to explain.

Let's just keep it real.
Have you near to me is a big deal.
Because, becaue, because you love me.

We the moralist of society.
Seems to judge many others many of times.
But when our lives gets exposed.
Then, that's when we don't want our life exposed.

That secret life.
The one we afraid to mention.

Maybe you was a stripper.
Or as some call it.
An exotic dancer.

Maybe you was a business woman.
Serving mutiple males.
While making tax free money.

Maybe you a male escort.
Who, now have the trade of being a respected lawyer?

Oh, that secret life.
That many of us don't want anyone to know.

Some of the most respected people have a past.
That if pushed could ruine them.

The famous face scandals more than the poor.
But the poor has just as many to run from.

Maybe, it's a secret child.
Maybe, it's the secrets of being too wild.

Oh, these secret lives that we live.
Sooner or later, we must ask someone to forgive us.

Scandals in church.
Scandals at work.
Our privacy is becoming a dream.

When we faces being exposed cause people are mean.

ROOM. 148
(Benjamin.)

This morning,
as I showered.
I saw the face of
Genghis Khan
appear,
just fleetingly
in the suds,
as the swirled at the drainpipe
he brandished,  a grinning leer
and then was gone.

This morning,
in my coffee,
institution brewed.
There he was Van Gogh,
Vincent,  from when,
he still had an ear.
Today, blue paint,
smudged his nose.

In the carpet, after
the cleaning lady had
come.
Amy Whitehouse
visited n'said,
"Rehab might have been
useful afterall."

They the faces, concerned,
and attached to bodies,
encumbered by white cloth.
Tell me, this is non-classic
pariedolia, a symptom of a larger syndrome.

And  if I wanted, to improve
my state of well being,  
that I should not
have any further....hmm
conversations...huhuh,
with the people.

I see in,
the woodgrain of the  
dining  table,
or the man in the
light's moonlike  cover,
or the chap in the door,
of the communal bathroom's
stall wall.

Yet I won't listen,
I don't trust them.

And besides, my buddy Freud
who pops up with the toast.
Told me today,  
"They don't know,
what they are,
talking about.
Not at all, not at all."
In any case,
my muses pariedoliac,
are far better
conversationalists.

With them, I have a ball!!!


ROOM 212
(Gwendolin.)

Today, I am good!

But some days.

My mind, is a battlefield
and I the maniac,
with the finger.
Hovering over the big red button.
So wanting to:
slam my hand down and end it, all.

On other days,
I barely have the energy within,
to lift my head from the
grey, black sludge,
I am drowning in.
On those days,
breathing is sisyphean task and the world is a *******
ball.
Balanced precariously,
on a weary and depressed Atlean hand,
as he drops defeated to the sand.

Then, there are the days I am so up and bright and bubbly
I am appalled and I exhuast myself with my happiness.


But truly, the worst days are,
when,
I am all this and more.
Those are the days,
that my mind becomes,
a feudal state.
Where I am foresaken
to the rage of mutiple realities, engaged in battles for prime position.
I struggle valiantly,
to hold, the bastion of sanity,  painstakenly created and found, in the smallest corner,
of my brainspace,
But they rage and rant
and roil and take,
my precious sanity,
and soil it,
in their mindless games.

And at the end,
of those days.
I am left to pick up
what is left of me
All the tattered pieces
and start all over again.

But the medication helps
smooth me out a lot, it does.

ROOM 179
(Bob.)

"Hello, do you have
a word for me?"

"Blatherskite, oh
you beautiful thing"

"Wordscore 21"

We can begin now,
I know I am not normal.
That I think differently to most.
My mind, is a mendicant,
beggarly thing.
Sitting in library corners.
It's arms held up in supplication, palms outstretched
begging alms, of dictation.
And slathering like a dog,
at a feasting table
snatching at syllables
and sentences.

I sit for hours engrossed
in thesuari
and would gleefully
stab your back multiple times
if you  carried a rare dictionare.

I am a wordaholic
words they are my
sorrowing addiction.

My scrabble tiles,
runic of my affliction.

When stressed the
smoothness
of a spelling bee
is my only solace.

I want to be very clear
I do not see my
addiction
as a affliction
adversely
affecting,
autonomy
but, the
surgeons
of the
psyche
differ,
in their
extrapolation,
of my
lexigraghical
pre occupation
apropos,
vis a vi,
my life
and functionary
state, therewith.
So my tiles and I,
stationarilary
codepend
in this spatial
reality,
until my
mind can find
a state
of equilibrium.

And to be brutally honest
with you.
I don't think that will be
soon,sooner, soonest.

Spread around.
Like a germ that's going around.
Many know of you.
And your reputation around town.
Oh, those just righteous get in on the comments.
Until it comes back at them.
Then they simmer down.

Why?
Why are you judge more then him?
The guys with the mutiple kids.
Why?
Why do the just righteous men?
Wants you to creep around with them.

Then look like a fool.
When they get expose by the news.
But, it always seems to be blame upon you.

Cause to them.
You're the spread around.
Getting the attention of the men in town.
Those, who truly wants to put their own lady down.

If, you wrote a book of your past.
Many lovers, would request you edited them out.
It's the goody good souls.
That has more to hide.
Because the bad of the bad doesn't pretend to be.

You stated you wants to be a Hollywood's star.
Get all the celebrity status that goes along with it.
Acept, I notice all the headaches.
And all the mistakes the famous make.
Are you ready for that world?

One minute your name is toast.
One mistake made.
And you get roasted.
Are you ready for that world?

Mutiple lovers.
And a few true friends.
Bad financial management.
Which I see time and time again.
Are you ready for that world.

Love in that world seems to be an acting game.
The moment the interest is gone.
You hear the door bell ring.
Your attorney has arrived with the papers.
And instantly ready to proceed.

Even , they treat love as a role.
All because they seen it many times before.
Sometimes they could act as counselors.
Are you ready for that world.

Where lights, camera, action is the word?
That used to get out the latest role message to the world.

Well, if you are ready to proceed.
Notice, right here.
Your true love will be.

Togetherness.
When to some means forever connected or united.
Until a divorce occurs.
Then certain words takes on a variety of meaning.

Like out..TO..GET..HER.
Notice that when love fades money directs everything.
That emotion that created your dreams.
Have now being became a schemes.

Watch wheen it's time to split evenly.
They things many breaking up couples say.

It's my money.
They never contributed anything.
Which comes from the mutiple dramas involved.
Where you gets the high price attorneys creating harm?

What about the love?
Which bought you first together with one another.
What about the support?
When you were in each others corner.

Now that hurt has taken over.
We soon discover that love is a passing fantasy.

When you hear the richer of the two speaks their views.
simply by saying.
It's my money.

They don't care about the united clause.
What's yours is mine.
And, what's mine is yours?

Johnny Taylor's spoke truth.
It's cheaper to keep her.
From a woman's point of view.
It's the opposite.
It's better to keep him.

If it's the money destroying them.

We all aware that money isn't the root of all evil.
It's the love of it.

Because love is meant to be cherished.

When will I be compensated?
For all the years I love you.
When will I be appreciated?
For all the things I've done for you.

Sure love shouldn't be measure in money.
Altho' it sometimes does.
Sure it should be treasured more.
But people see riches over love.

The one emotion that's totally free.
Seems to require us charge for everything.

A penny for a thought.
A nickel for a kiss.
And a quarter for a hug.
And mutiple dollars for it all.

We laugh when those that rich falls apart.
Love seems to be a fantasy of a dream.
When they start heading for a divorce.

Because before the papers are ever signed.
They starts to divide almost everything.

So
When will I be compensated.
Just being in love.
Is worth paying me.

It's a earned benefit.
A deep investment.
We have bonds.
We have stocks.
And like Wall Street investments.
Sometimes love just drops.

And it's even worse.
When it was bought in the first place.

Im elevated higher.. but im not a flyer...I rather run...cuz that takes more muscle which means a lot more fun...Feet on the ground head up in clouds, Body in the gutter hormones screamin out loud...Thoughts to my vision...concept to my posion...juxstaposition...placed in mutiple postions...Catch me Im a fool...Baby oil smooth...Thousond island's nasty but which one will I choose...Mayo can you Katchup...Mix us theres the Match up...Pick up sticks with fidle sticks...I sing a mean back up...Couldy water that i drink..Couldy visions that i think...WAY up in the atmosphere...There is no way that we can link...One two different levels...A higher song with terible...You can keep the lower bass...Thats just vibrators in your face...Sing me songs in harmoney...found my perfect melody...in this higher levated state...I wish some *** heads could relate....

I'm from one of the wealthy families.
I could careless about the poor.
I have to pass along my wealth.
For my children to carry my name on.

Altho' the poor shall inherit the earth.
As one of the scripture surely states.
I guess this what truly hurts?

That those with great wealth seems obilvion to the hurt.
They think a small donation has it worth.
And I guess in a way it does.
Until you see things they spend their money upon.

A mansion with mutiple rooms and bath.
Are they setting it aside for the homeless?
Who are part of the poorest of us?
But shows more love.
Then the rich surrounding us.

Oh, they have their foundations and family's trust.
And goes to bat over dividing their wealth.
While the poor folks seems to bond around one another.
And this is the group that God has stated with inherit his world..

Isn't it time.
We come together in love.

Blame it upon my heart.
That I care.
It's like the man that assisted the Good Samaritan.

While others simply passed by.
One took the time to help out without a thought.

Not a thought was given.
About what others would say?
He showed love in mutiple ways.

Blame it upon my heart.
That I reach out with care.
Aren't it one of God's commandments.
That others seems to not do.

If you was hurting?
Wouldn't you want assistance in someway?

Peace and love shares many qualities.
Just think.
If we apply them daily to our life.
Just how great the world would be.

Blame it upon my heart.
That I show God's love.
After all He's constantly judging us.

It's a worthy cause.
We all should volunteer for.
And I requesting you to sign me up for love.

Happiness seems to be centered around it.
And it's something I'm willing to use my heart to commit to.
So sign me up for love.

It's a worthy experience we can only learn from.
An emotion filled with mutiple benefits.
So sign me up for love.

Somethings you can't lend your name.
Except with love involved.
You can accomplish everything.

i think
that it’s sad
that you are so far away
and mutiple other people get to hold your hand
and those other people get to know what your embrace
feels like
while im here
thousands of miles away
sadly sitting in my own dark room while
each of the walls begin to close in
on me
i dont like getting out much
but i would get out
if i had you
i mean
we could do things together
instead of just saying “i want to hold your hand.”
i could actually hold your hand
and kiss your finger tips
and never have to let go
of your embrace
and then maybe
maybe my hectic mind will be at peace
and i could think clearly
and not worry about what
is going on the next day
and i could live in this moment with you
and just
be with you
but you’re there
and i’m here,
stuck
by myself
alone with my thoughts
scared that a text might annoy you
scared that you’re with someone
better than me
scared that you’re just going to
forget about someone like me
but really
you’re there
and im here
im just being silly and dumb
i know
but sometimes
and only sometimes
are my feelings valid.



m.g.

Well, we know the story.
People still speaks it today.
They claim you can't take "her "and make her a housewife.
All because they say "her" habits will never change.

But concerning men.
Do they state the same things.

We know "players" that mutiple their loves.
So, why is all the pressure simply applied to her?

We, we alone know people can truly change.
And it's not my business to state or judge "her" in anyway.

Some of best women in the world.
Has accomplished a lot being lovers of the world.
But they forget this truth.
That it were a woman that gave birth to them too.

Flap your wings and float on the breeze.
Enjoy all the beauty God has created.
And let your mutiple colors of love be seen.

Be my pretty butterfly.

We can pretend.
We can be.
We can get lost in the skies of being free.

With no restriction in place.
We'll be able to go various places.
Which I have been with you.
My pretty butterfly.
You could.....
Red, yellow, blue, orange and black.
I enjoy all favors of loving you at anytime.
And anywhere.
My Pretty butterfly.

Jesus has a God also in scripture,
We need to see the bigger picture;
Why does Jesus call his father "My God"?
We are not to be forever in a fog,
A mystery there is none; no more;
Jesus on the cross for sinners implores;
"My God, My, God,
Why hast thou forsaken me?"
Is there not more here to see?
"...I ascend unto my father and your father; To my God and your God"
Jesus is seated at his father's right hand; Is not the trinity flawed?
God is not a mutiple personality seated beside himself; (That's odd)
"And this is life eternal to know thee the only true God,
And Jesus Christ whom thou has sent."
Fair people, that's the end of my intent.

A heart won't contain the feelings without expressing it.
And I can't imagine mine, not caring about you.
You're the love of my life.
And I truly admire you.

A thought won't contain the message without expressing it.
And I can't wait to speak mine, in mutiple ways concerning you.
You're the dream I hope to come true.
And it did.
When I became connected to you.

I can't work without thinking about you.
I can't wait to take the time to call you.
I can't wait to spend this special time close to you.

Where I go?
Your imagine do too.
I just can't wait to be with you.

A minute passed.
Is a minute I'm missing you.

The Words below are an idea for a new song i'm wanting to write. Please let me know what you think.
 
Thank you

The eyes of the sky look down on us as if we're ants. Just as the beams of the sun shine down on us to bring us a bright sunny day, do the clouds cry cause they're sad or is it God blessing us with is holy water from his Magical kingdom. I'm writting this for mutiple reasons. Whether you sad, angry, happy, depressed, or any other emotion. just know that in gods eyes we are all his children. When it is dark can we not see or are we all just blinded by a false reality. I know many people do not know how to react to the truth of what people tell us. Always listen to what's in your heart, don't let anyone tell you how to live. from the darkest days to the shiny nights, i look up to the stars to make a wish to leave the universe. Will you take the leap with me?