More rest then sex

I need to slow down
I'm moving to fast
I need more rest less sex
These girl confuse and abuse
Flooding my heart
With emotions
Like the reservoir erupted
My conscience so weak
I need a week to cut it up
Into seven parts
Called it seven pounds
It's blacker then your forest
I'll be your white knight
You be my black knight
Let's trade words like they trade swords
I'll come rescue you from within
That black forest you call your heart
You could open mines up
Operate on it like a doctor
Nothing can die if you
Shock it enough
Keep me on my toes
Like I told you before
Boredom can chase us to the edge of the earth
We could trick it and push him off it
Laugh as we make love
Under the blood moon
Praying that the Lord comes soon

All this might sound dumb to you
Read between the lines
Like its fine print
My soul burns my mind yearns
For understanding
Finally he loves me
He carries me over the coals
Supports me in my goals
Tells me be patient with girls
They're made of everything nice
Like sugar and spice
You once cooked me white rice
Beef with broccoli
Cause you loved me
I teased you just to see your smile
You forgot the salt.
I'll ride with you back again
Two or three time
till we get
This recipe right

A pimp named Frank

I meet the weirdest people during my travels. It always surprises me how they come into my life. It's like God sends them but on the other hand it's so random. I don't believe in coincidences so the most high must work them into my path. I don't remember how or what we started talking about. Mostly he just started telling me about running whore houses and life. It would be important to say during this time.the only thing I could think about is the saying opposites attract.he met his wife while he was still running the street. She loved Christ and he never considered church. I also want to say this is another perfect example of life and marriage not being a fairy tale. He loved her but had to make choices.give up his life of sex, money and other sins I don't want to mention. Or lose her to another man or worse lose himself in an already dwindling lifestyle. Now this would be the point where I would love to say that he became a pastor. It's not he was Frank. He gave it all up for what his heart told him. He accepted Christ along with the struggle.that struggle being accepting his new life. Which came with ups and downs but the love persevered. I've always been told the right woman can change your world.I've never believed it until it happened to me.I wasn't on an extreme like Frank but I was deep enough in the world.

Frank also told me about the struggles of marriage.it seems funny taking advice from a pimp.yet at the same time not really since he's had more life experience then me. Also a longer marriage then most. On that I have to speak on his dedication.or at least the dedication every person should have to the ones they love. In over twenty years of marriage they spilt once.and I quote "I left my wife once and I'll never do it again!". Words that stuck with me. I come to see now that distance grows the heart fonder. With time you will see all the rights and wrongs you are making in life with just a little distance. Some times it can be UN healthy but other times.it's just what you need. Don't turn a time apart into a time to indulge yourself in your vices.rather find a way to build on your heart and where you and your life can go.if a pimp named Frank can do it so could you.love yourself and love the one your with cause that person might just get up and split.

Thinking of you

It's been a while since I've had time to ponder about you.
I thought we would be married at 50
Watching our mantle
Full of trophies
From our dedication
To taking the kids to little league

Fuck the bullshit we in love
Our daughter got your eyes
She has my smile
Our son wants to read all day
He thinks girls are icky
Our car seats are sticky
From family road trips
They're in the back arguing
About who touched who first

They listen to us at night make love
Make faces at the breakfast table
When we kiss and say we love each other
Our daughter dreams of a man
That loves her like I do you
I hate to end this story
So I'm gonna go back to our first kiss

You only want the best for me
So I should listen to you
Im a mess but only God
Can clean me up
Let's hold hands while we walk into church
Let's volunteer at vacation bible school
Give my kids the upbringing I had
Only they get to have a dad
They will know all the bible stories
We both know and songs we both share

I got have a million kitty Kats
But I would always choose the original
Mimics can only imitate and flatter
Looking into your eyes
Makes my heart flutter
My words stutter
My legs can't take the weight
How could a copy ever
Make me feel this deep

A new start

Ok guys do being in the verge of publishing I want to step this blog up. starting tomorrow I will either post a thousand words on my thoughts for the day or I will give two poems.
I believe that not only have I been slacking on this blog. I have also been doing my fans a great injustice. So to better myself and give my fans what they deserve I will do more.

Lava making

I'm so hot lava
Gets heat from me
I'm popping like a kernel
I planned to fight my demons
Now the devil I'd trying to test me to pieces
What else can I do but prepare for the rapture
Things that use to confuse me
Now makes more sense to me
I contemplated suicide like a DVD
Now I see I'm not drowning
I'm wading in the water
I hear your voice in the dark
With all the dearth you seen
Does it not make you feel like you got a purpose
I'm suppose to be the Christ bringing
I use to preach and give ppl the holy ghost
I turned to filling ppl with holy smoke
Betting on how much will make us comatose
I was trapped into my dark mind
I just accepted I'm an idiot
Destroying my temple
When I should be buried with a few novels
Instead of alcoholic poisoning and
Tears from loved ones
I'm asked all the time who am I
I had to get out of my mind
Selfish virtues and drug fueled emotions
In order to let go of yourself
You have to let yourself slip
I took the tumble  and realized
It was only my pride that could be hurt
Be a pride full man can't get into heaven
I've been given a chance once again
Note it's time to grab it and run
Like a bank robber with no gun
I wanna drink from the well
That will make me never thirst again
I wanna be honest
Not only to you but to myself

First time.2

Prayer changes things was a the beginning quote that started our night.

They sang a song that had been stuck in my head and I want it to get stuck in my heart.the chorus goes:
Set a fire down in my soul
That I can't contain
That I can't control

I need More of you Lord         
I need more of you Lord

2 Timothy 3 was the ending chapter.I want to read more and give more of an explanation to the things he spoke about.

The preacher said that lately people are Having a form of godly ness but denying its power. This caught me since once the love if my life told me my name means Christ bringing. In fact in the past I have brought many people to church who never knew Christ.which is ironic now since I have ran from church over the past couple years.

The preacher also said Selfishness is the biggest problem that's going to lead to Christ and Selfishness is gonna bring the anti Christ into power. Which I can believe because if we only think about ourselves and our prosperity then evil men will rise to power while the good fearing people most likely will fall to despair.which note that I consider it breaks my heart.that that is the way the world is working on.which also remind me of a sarcastic poem I write one called why not.I said the girls love the men that lie and cheat and turn their nose to the men that offer love and devotion.

Again I want to emphasise this not only for you guys but for myself. In order to re invent yourself you must realize the Times
Repent means do something for Christ while reinvent means do something for yourself

I have gone by many names over my life and lived many lives just to keep up with the times. Their have been many times though that I needed to bring my Sun's to Christ though and relieve the pressure on my heart.yet I ask myself and you guys.have you reinvented more then you repented?

First time

Today was the first time in about two years that I stepped foot in a church. I was very nervous at first since I've built up almost a fear of being in the building. Yet today I felt the message was for me.he spoke on 2 Timothy and the signs of the end times. I can see how these times we live in are getting worse. The selfishness of the world is a sin that I myself harbour inside me.

For to long I have been seen to do so much for others.in actuality I'm doing things for myself.since helping others in the end actually helps me.

The pastor said people hate to repent because that means doing something for Christ.they would rather reinvent themselves because that is for you. I felt that was a thought I wanted to share and ask you guys to consider the truth in his statement.