"wwjd" poems
If i write to you
In the cutest & curtest of phrases,
But have not love,
You can always unfriend me.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
gourd bellied black boy
in front of the camera is
a calf facing a tentative ax.
the hands are motionless.
dropping quarters into an envelope
stamped for africa
will buy him a pack of ramen
but it wont' turn of the cameras.
sunlight doesn't reach him anymore
only sharp electricity.
I see this gourd bellied black boy
on my tv.
I turn it off
pitilessly.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
what if the story
of how Jesus
turned all that
water into wine
was actually incorrect?
What if Jesus
could drink wine
like it was water?
what if Jesus was
a total tank?
a typical wino?
the wine would explain
all the talk about love
and it would explain
all of his miracles
talking to voices in the sky
walking on water
sure you did Jesus
What if Jesus only
flipped the gambling tables
in the church
after he was already way down?
What if Jesus was a sore loser?
It would explain the coming back
after he was already executed
What if Jesus was just like all of us?
It would explain
the what would Jesus do
wrist bands
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
They say come as you are and repent
Forget all the questions and time spent
Of finding yourself
When the answers are on the top shelf
They're in the drawers of hotels, of places we went
As they questioned our morals, are we decent?
And they scream come as you are
Just please don't take things too far
When all the people are gone
I'll send my regards to Alderaan
Because I've heard he'll destroy the world unknown
For the Bible tells me so
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
135 po _ems should due
but fuck-of-all-fucks
i'm still ****** up. on. you.
¿What the ****
AM i ******* supposed
to do¿
Drank》 all》 the》 ******* whiskey
the ******* vodkaginwinebeer
Too
yet; here i am on the floor
AgaiN
******* thinking. it. through.
******* need to move on;
#Need - to - **** - someone - new
fucking\fuck\this
fuckingfuck
&
**** *******
trUth
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
While this usually means
What would Jesus do
I have a wiley scheme
To share another with you
Standing in the yard
Around the fire pit
Thinking we're goofs
Not getting chairs to sit
We are really cold both inside and out
I'm think this weather needs a manual
So I stand up and shout
WWJD. We want Jack Daniels.
Gentleman would be smooth
Single barrel would be better
But I'm to cold to move
Wife volunteers so I let her
She comes back with the Jack
And a stack of cups
Its okay that its old no 7 black
Friends arrive and I say what's up
We pour a round
To **** the chill we are mired
We begin to mound
More wood upon the fire
We empty the bottle with a little tear
This tradition is annual
Friend pulls out another one says have no fear
he shouts WWJD we want Jack Daniels
The whiskey, continuous pour
No one is leaving here tonight
Palletes on the floor
The sky is clear and bright
The party winds down
Our friendship is unequal
Nobody wears a frown
Forged by WWJD we want Jack Daniels
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC