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Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I Dream Of Heaven
A place where hurt and sorrow cannot reach a place of extreme beauty
God is the maker and owner and Jesus Christ is the king, a perfect king
I dream of heaven which is the forever sunshine coming after the rain
God’s children that were on the earth find their final resting place there
I asked Jesus to show me this place, but I guess I need to wait patiently
With a smile he shook his head no, there are more things he wants me to do
One day I will no longer battle my flesh trying to kill what wraps my bones
The murders of innocent children of all ages will be as a bad memory
Mothers will not grieve longing for their children and children's fathers
My heart needs to be projected on screen before my life is all finished
God put precious information and truths in my heart that I must uncover
That spiritual paradise is a place where there is not a need for questions
More room is made for the Glory of God and the reciprocation of love
My heart aches when a body dies here because I don’t know the outcome
If they gave their life to Jesus then all will be well in eternal existence
But only the Lord is the one who is able to able to Judge and dispute
I hear that people worship the universe but the universe cannot create
The universe cannot love or forgive no more than wealth or fame
I only fear death because of my loved ones here on this earth
My children will one day see God’s home after their sun sets
Streets of gold, mansions, singing flowers, angels are always praising
Sometimes this earth makes me want to scream and shed blood
But that won’t solve anything I can’t repay evil with evil
I do hope that one day we will be together forever in paradise.
Monday, December 26, 2011
A Dangerous Desire
You place your hands around me I know what comes next
The sound of thunder escapes my mouth again and again
It feels good when you squeeze me but the guilt is strong
Am I your favorite? Do I instill in you such adrenaline?
Are you ashamed of me? You keep me as a wicked secret
I’m hot for you and I apologize for the marks I left
You use me! But I was made to make mean men scream!
My purpose could be your death but you need me
What would you do without me? I give you options
Men tremble when I yell for my scorn shall scour
Feed me my love and I’ll show you burning desire
Pull my hair back each time you want me to shout
In the palm of your hand you are my true master
For you I am a slave ready and able to do your bidding
In your sleep you toss and turn covered in cold sweat
When you’re scared you hold me and you acquire comfort
If you leave me there is another man waiting for my love
My last lover stood by me all the way to his violent death
You need me as much as I need you we are interwoven together
You know what triggers me; I need you to make me explode
I’m a Gamble with Unjust Nonsense I am your only gun
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Love's Symphony
The beat of my heart is the tempo of your melody
I fall victim to passionate chords in tune with happiness
The rhythm moves me in ways that mimic the angels
Past melodies have left my ears cripple with heartbreak
We dance to the chorus of God’s song as Jesus sings
We have become woven together in a fabulous arrangement
I am serenaded by our passion filled moments my soul weeps joy
The bridge is where we make love uniting great collaboration
My darling my darling you have no mercy on melodic ecstasy
Well aren’t you quite a prodigy with your percussion progression
Without you I would be a mere thought of a song never played
Without you my strings would remain out of tune with reality
Each time we do this, playing our hearts out giving an encore
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Happy Birthday
Happy birthday I brought you a stinking cake
- Go ahead and eat it and you’ll see it’s fake
- Your present is right here do you like beef?
- I also got what you wanted your two front teeth
- The candles on the cake are really explosives
- Blow them out fast or kaboom you know this
- I wouldn’t be so mean but you forgot my birthday
- So today I need to get you back in the worst way
- All the drinks in your fridge are filled with laxative
- You’ll really be running just like an active kid
- Yo mama is in it too she even game me a blueprint
- I gave her a glass of prune juice along with a compliment
- Maybe I’m too harsh but you’re cheap and you owe me money
- But I still love you, here’s your present Happy Birthday ya big dummy!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
My Refrigerator
My refrigerator preserves the electric essence of my life
Pictures held by magnets on the outside hold precious memories
In the freezer are frozen foods that I will separate with a knife
In the bottom are leftovers that resemble life’s many mysteries
My sad memories are the spoiled foods that must be discarded
My mama told me never ever to cry over liters of spilled milk
How do I dry the gallons of tears spilled since my life started?
The ice cream is a close friend that comforts me like skin in silk
The butter in the door is the condiment that made my bitterness sweet
The light in the back symbolizes my recognition of life’s edible happiness
Anticipation of the savory things appears when I thaw out tasty meats
The fresh fruit in the crisper drawer are my successes that easily digest
One day my refrigerator may die and it will have to escape from my kitchen
I thank God for all the fulfilling foods and for giving me room that my life fits in
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Monday, December 19, 2011
In Awe Of You
I beseech to adorn a warm approach to heaven
With golden crowns I have in the number of seven
I casted all my crowns at my Lord Jesus’ feet
My whole life it was him I was waiting to meet
We talked for what seemed hours and laughed
It’s because of him I never faced God’s wrath
He showed me the times he lifted me up
When my drink was low he refilled my cup
I was introduced to my ancestors of long ago
They were strong and beautiful full of glow
Children asked me to play a game with them
With the angels I flew singing many hymns
This is a sweet daydream but one day true
I told Jesus to his face, “I’m in awe of you.”
In The Saint Nick Of Time
Wal-Mart is packed and the isles are tight
I picked a bad time on Christmas Eve night
The babysitter needs to be home by eight
It’s seven forty-five and I am running late
An Xbox 360 with 3 games and a big bow
I pushed them to the car in the cold wet snow
My vehicle is so cold I should get remote start
Well I got home in time and made a pop tart
I paid the sitter and wrapped the last gifts
The kids fell asleep as I crossed of my list
Every year is the same it always end fine
I made it through in the old St. Nick of time
Putta Sock In It
Her nagging was starting to disturb my brain
Her dentures flew out of her mouth with speed
She uses trifocals when she needs to read
Her mouth keeps going I am going to have a fit
I jumped up and told that hag to put a sock in it
She smells like mothballs, menthol, and bacon
She thinks she smells good but she’s mistaken
She calls our son a beautiful young little girl
He’s 3 years old and she’s messing up his world
Yo mama says she’s fine but she is disabled
Every Thanksgiving she pees at the kitchen table
I tell you that woman is dumb as a bag of rocks
When she was sleep I wanted to hit her with a clock
She came on a trip by Amtrak and I gave her money
I threw her wrinkled butt off the train and it was funny
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Passion Fruit
With passion I’m purposely persistent
Closing space on whatever’s distant
I drink the juice of my life’s fruit
Chasing courage in a blind pursuit
We will waver not when we win victory
Competition is smoked like hot hickory
History hums songs to which I dance
Mrs. Destiny has recipe for bad romance
I was lacking vitamins until I tried again
Passion fruit I digested spitting seeds in wind
Am I prolific with it? Did you see or get it?
Never mind yall it’s cool if the shoes don’t fit
I’m not a tailor but I connect threads like trailer
Buffalo soldier Marley and all the Wailers
Just paying homage at the door I remove boots
Everlasting while I’m fasting eating passion fruit
Monday, December 12, 2011
Structured Settlement
Can any tragedy be worth a mere structured settlement?
Money comes and goes there’s no telling where it went
Suffering is the acne that covers the huge face of life
Asbestos disrupts breathing and trauma welcomes strife
It’s ironic how people get killed for life insurance money
Some win the lottery then claim bankruptcy, it’s not funny
Private jets become public if they ever fall from the sky
Wealth is a blessing if it’s not the reason that anyone dies
Mental frustration over debt consolidation is the norm
Dead presidents still give campaigns under green forms
Don’t be fooled money is great but you are far greater
Annuity
Time has two blades that cuts off with no warning
Who can tell time? the language is so very foreign
Would time listen to the demands of lame tongues?
An unstoppable force that will never be done
Analog and digital forms bearing identical meaning
It keeps on going and going even when we’re dreaming
I never met a man who was above times decisions
Time flows and moves with such precise precision
We are trapped within minutes afraid to run out
No one can stop it no matter how loud you shout
God designed the minutes and the seconds we count
Everyone has a horse that they must learn to mount
Beautiful moments seem rare, up for the slim picking
As God’s love is pure the clocks never stop ticking
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Friday, December 9, 2011
Merry Christmas
Old Saint Nicholas is ticklish I fed Rudolph a laxative
He made a mess on all the roofs and the gifts to kids
Donner and Blitzen were in my kitchen drinking eggnog
Santa is still on the roof I guess he doesn’t like my dog
I wonder how his big butt fits down the slender chimney
I tried to do it once and I ended up with two skinned knees
Rudolph told me about the day that his nose began to glow
It was back in 1970 he had platform hooves and an afro
The Grinch is in jail he always tries to call me collect
That nasty mother sucker is mad because I won’t accept
Santa finally came in my house and yelled HO HO HO!
My wife hated his language so she shot him in his toe
He yelled Ouch fell on the couch and called the police
The cops arrived I said surprise we caught us a thief
Santa went to jail never made bail for doing a crime
I sold all his gifts online and yes I kept every dime
I guess I ruined Christmas but Santa should watch his mouth
The reindeer came in handy I invited the town for venison at my house
Merry Christmas!!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Superpsychoanalysticmystic
I stole the hands from the clock but I’ll return them soon
My house is upside down and I cannot find my phone
It always yells at me and I tell it to please lower its tone
My wife got mad because I threw my soul on the roof
Hey Superman I just put kryptonite in your phone booth
My daughter asked for 20 bucks so I gave her a bank
I rebuilt the Titanic ate a sandwich and then it sank
Dr. Seuss wrecked my car by using a big black bat
I called PITA and told them about the cat in the hat
My wife did all the dishes but first she let them soak
I called Barak Obama and he told me yo mama jokes
Yesterday I found out that Ninja Turtles do exist
Master Splinter smells and Donatello has a lisp
Three weeks ago Buckwheat broke into my home
He stole all the pancakes and my wife’s hot comb
My daughters always argue over the Nintendo Wii
So I gave the controllers to my big angry monkey
Reality shows are full of drama, sex, and money
I usually watch t.v. with my boy the Easter Bunny
I guess the point got lonely and everyone missed it
Signing off it’s yours truly the superpsychoanalysticmystic
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Virginia Tech
He was a college student that committed murder
Tragedy strikes again let’s not take it any further
The campus has been stained in innocent blood
Family’s emotions are drug through deep mud
Senseless acts deliver lives into despair and nightmares
We all need guns and bullet-proof vests, now it’s only fair
You see, anger falls into the hearts of fools with no brain
They’re like an angry dog out of a cage with no restrain
Students now study in terror and some may choose to leave
Who knows what some lunatic has rolled up in his sleeves?
We have more guns than books and more bullets then graduates
A baby is born into this mess, make sure Jesus is his advocate
One day someone went to class not knowing they would die
A mother gets the despairing news the family starts to cry
One day someone decided to prove a point with hell hot metal
Horrible memories are left far long after all the drama settles
People kill people out of anger some do just to get respect
Action Potential
When is it my turn to dance with the mimes in the box?
I’ll put on a show for you and knock you out your sox
Hey dear there’s a deer and our brakes aren’t engaging
Good thing for insurance it’s an already paid thing
I told the song to sing but it just chose to be a mute
Whistling Dixie is on whisky and misplaced her flute
Am I making sense? Since I got this far I’ll play it out
I burned the map to the treasure and took another route
Knock knock, who’s there? It’s Bill, the Bill Collector
I hit him with a pot, did the robot and put him on a stretcher
What a lovely day the sky is blue and the sun is very bright
I approached an old lady and said hey baby you wanna fight?
She arose from her walker what a shocker she kicked my butt
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
June
I was born in July but I fell in love with June
We met in the fall under God’s bright moon
Hand in hand we walked enjoying the ride
I call her my pocket she’s always by my side
Young and in love we are truly a sight to see
The wind to our backs we are wild and free
We drank water in the spring for summers thirst
We soon traded vows you gave me better for worst
So many laughs we share our joy is generous
Lets clear our minds you vacuum and I’ll dust
In the mid of night is when I watch you sleep
My ears then pop because our love is so deep
I was born in July but I fell in love with June
Plastic Jungle
You were manufactured in a factory of greed
Do you have a heart and how do you bleed
Nothing is adding up there is nothing equal
Always hollow never follow the plastic people
Fueled by music, drugs, lust, money and clothes
Fooled by lies recognize the thorns with no rose
Marriage nowadays is like an extended prom night
Vows are thrown away preceded by plastic fights
Lives are expendable disagreements become death
If anyone is dependable you are the last ones left
Sons and daughters trade their lives all for sorrow
That which is great today means nothing tomorrow
Death comes for all you can’t pay for your survival
