So I pray....

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And so I pray….

I kneel down
hands clasped
praying to the sky
for forgivness
of every sin…
that I’ve ever committed
and every lie
I ever told
and every article of whatever
that wasn’t significant
that I stole
and every time I fornicated
because I thought it was LOVE

And so I pray…
that tonight when
I fall asleep
that I wake up
feeling refreshed
from all of the uncontrollable stress
……that life places us in
relentlessly giving us homework
there’s everyday test
and humanity is failing
and I need an A
so I pray for US

And so I pray…
that others can forgive me
of whatever I did
that may have cut them deep
for I am sorry…
that I planted that seed
for they are the ultimate gardener
I pray that they pluck
whatever I did….like weeds


And so I pray..
that if I’m really so dainty
and can’t bear to get my feet dirty
walking through this mess called life..
I pray that I can be delivered
and accept the creators help
because I know “IT” is there
and right now..
I’ve got faith in nothing but “IT”
and I know that no matter what
“IT” will never turn “IT’S” back
on me…
or my enemies..
who hate that
I pray on all of that..



*****Wow..Two poems for tonight...****

Hm..what to call it???

You mull over over me
because I am your muse
I give you inspiration
to do what you do
I hope it makes you feel better
to get it all out
but the one you’re creating for
has not intentions on viewing your art

You cogitate over me
because I am your OCD
If you weren’t fixated with me
who’s life would you abuse?
just because you are unhappy
and you reek of unhappiness
like bad perfume
but create on…
but you weren’t the first one
to write a book on “What They Want”
I am happy to be inspiration
for those with a pen
just sorry that I’m your inspiration
because honestly..you reek of negativity
pungent like how Cancer smells
just before it carries you away
to a different land

I know you will see
these words my fingers speak
I call a truce
because I desire peace
so continue to create
and scribble upon my face
it’s okay…
if it makes you feel safe
I don’t mind
I’m just not a fan
but I do wish you luck….
with all of my heart



And here's number 3....!! Good night...Blog...

It's a shame I don't have a title..

My soul
will be made whole
with my mate
where ever he is
and how ever long it takes
for him to find me
to cure this ache
that my spirit
is afflicted with
and that he will take away

My spirit
must be touched
I want love..
and from previous experiences
it’s something I’ve never done
all they have wanted to do
is “you fill in the blank” …….
and I need more than lust
and where ever he is
he’ll thrust all of his love
in the right direction
aimed, right @ my heart

My heart
is broken from a lover
whom I trusted..way too much
he wants me to be a scorned woman
but I could never be such
because what happens
is suppose to happen
and how can I be mad
at an uncontrollable dying love
all I can do I shake his hand
and say “Good Game”
because I’m a good sport

Good Game
is how exlovers
should look at love
because one fighter @ the end
of a boxing match is the winner
and only one team in the NBA
each year gets that ring
why can’t love be like that?
*Raises my hand*
because sometimes people
are afraid to let go
of Game O’ Love
and sometimes the players
just cant get along
after the love game is done…..