"sticken" poems
When the wordly things get all the glory
You tend to live a life that's unholy.
Facing the life's painful reality.
Fight againt wicked principalities
Losing your sense of morality.
As you are procrastinating about Learning your biblical A...B...C's
You are counting up your salary
When you should be counting all of God's promises like 1...2...3..
Thats when it begins to Spread like an deadly ****** transmitted Disease
First its sniffle and a sneeze
Next is a cough and a wheeze
Then you'll Barely be able to breathe
Knocking you to your knees
Begging God, "Please Heal Me"
Praying desperately For His Mercy
Then the STD forcefully will begin to tightly squeeze.
Till it becomes an Infection that attacks your every function flowing like a virus.
This sickness removes the color from life and leave you like eyes with damaged to the nerves, pupil and Iris.
This happens when you Subtract Christ from your life like a math equation involving minus.
Being sticken with this ailment will deprives us, If we dont let Christ take the wheel to Drive and guide us.
This Infirmity is very cancerous
It will impact your 6 senses Just like the Symbol for The Eye Of Horous.
Because we are individuals who are like sponges, filled with holes, absorbant and yet very porous.
Beneath the fleshly being lies a spirit
Crying out for help can you hear it?
This deficiency will leave you Shivering from the Chill of it's swift wind's cold breeze
The very thought of this illness makes the soul freeze
Once it realizes it has a contracted a Spiritually Transmitted Disease.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camptown racetrack five miles long -- Oh! doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- Oh! doo-dah day!
Chorus
Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag -- Somebody bet on de bay!
De long tail filly and de big black hoss -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Dey fly de track and dey both cut across -- Oh! doo-dah day!
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole -- Oh! doo-dah day!
Chorus
Old muley cow come on to de track -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De bob-tail fling her ober his back -- Oh! doo-dah day!
Den fly along like a rail-road car -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Runnin' a race with a shootin' star -- Oh! doo-dah day!
Chorus
Seen dem flyin' on a ten mile heat -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Round de race track, den repeat -- Oh! doo-dah day!
I win my money on de bob-tail nag -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tow-bag -- Oh! doo-dah day!
Chorus
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I doubt my mind is working. My brain is still in overdrive.
The way she moves, it makes me feel like I am so alive.
Zoom across the galaxy. Some light-years in a spacecraft.
I’m ready for the clearance. See, I’m waiting at the launch pad.
I’m counting down t-minus while she’s counting down the seconds.
I feel the tug of gravity; I’m trying to escape it.
I fell into her orbit and forgot about our friction.
Below, the skylines glitter now; the lights are almost sticken.
Tell her you were stalling under all the years of silence.
Time is of the essence even money cannot buy it.
He is so oblivious, yeah love is like a blindness.
This view is from a distance; I am safe behind this shyness.
When everything glows lighter, make me blink away the brightness.
Pull down all the shades when I’m sick and slowly dying.
Everything is jaded, won’t you save me from this crisis?
And thoughts of her unfurl as this final breath it exits.
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Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 12:56 AM UTC
When the life walks by you,
You jeer loudly and say do not walk so fast.
I am still to catch my breathe,
I am still to tell my most heartest desire,
To the people I want to make mends with it.
You are that person, So nice and lovely,
Being absolutely sure of yourself,
In a pain sticken grief, I want to complement you,
For what you are. Thanks for being such a nice
Man to me. Thank You and Thank You
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 5:24 AM UTC