“He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection”
This verse from the bible and it gave me motivation to write this poem. Everything I do, I put God first and for now on, every poem that I write, I will add a bible verse that relates to my poem.
When the sun rose this morning, I looked up but felt chills and my arms are slightly shivering. Today is a cloudy windy day, but yet I feel so great, like its a clear sunny day. The sun represent the brighter side of our lives. Our hopes will forever be high with my Friend and I. He speaks but don’t give me eye contact. His words I choose to listen to and they attract, me and gives me faith. Two minds think alike and we can relate, to each other, like identical twin brothers. Like a hidden fossil, I discovered, him. He is my friend and I am his. He is not on top of my list, He is my first and only gift. He is my solar energy he reminds me of the wind. He has no voice, but can be heard if I listen. The sound traveled through my ears as he speak to me indirectly. No one can’t hear him except me. With my imagination, he stands besides me. To others it’s insanity, To me its the way of life, for my Friend and I.
1) Have you ever had an invisible friend when you was younger?
2) Do you have a friend that is no longer with you that you think about every single day?
3) Do you talk to yourself on a regular basis?
4) Do you have that type of friend that you love to be around no matter how bad your day is because your friend brings so much joy, happiness, and confidence?
I scrutinize the face and human eyes and analyze. Some say I look hypnotized. I concentrate to see the disgiuse behind to see if people are mystified. To see if they provide for what they lack inside. Skeletons and devils choose to hide. I verbally don’t express my right as I watch from the side and prepare for a plan to lead to their demise. My lips are sealed but the music amplifies my mind. I purposely choose to remain shy but yet mind can be dark like the clouds in the sky during a thunderstorm. I’m unique and I choose not to conform to the norm in society. So I constantly keep my mind reformed and my brain cells is plenty like the semen that brought me life. I refuse to allow the world to put me in a frenzy but like a roof I have moments when I decline since procrastination can be deadly like venom which spreads becuase of snakes in life, but I stand tall and fight and remind myself it’s all mental. The intellectual process in my mind in which I describe is clear-sighted. Well read and intellectually nimble Some say I’m related to a gerbil. Non-social but yet curious about my environment is what the ordinary person is describing when observing me as a person. The people in the vicinity is what I’m inspecting. Jealously and hate I notice and always expecting. Comprehending the disloyal helps me to appreicate those that are loyal. My personality so distinguished and I learn to relinquish the grip that made me hate myself. It’s hard to tell at first but watch me closely and you will see I choose to excel. One step at a time as I inhale and exhale. Worst feeling is feeling guilty as hell for failing when you was trying to do well. Lord would speak to me through dreams painting a picture of whales to expose how I was gifted with intuition and awareness. My sense of spirituality will overcome darkness like the light that separates from darkness for a solution due to the war in heaven. For every demon, I surround myself with 2 angels. I live life according to the 2:1 ratio which God will annihilate the Devil.
Key elements in friendship but a difference being friends and acting friendly. Two people will eat dinner at friendly’s
but is the companionship reciprocated? One might see the other as friend but other is only close for business purposes
Or it could be the hate and jealously that keeps the friend close at all cost. I always believe jealously is more common than loyalty because people hearts are made out of ice and frost.
The snow looks pretty, but the weather is cold. The snow is the smile, and the weather is the heart. A friend will stay for a while, until you drop you armor and then they will stab you with something sharp. It usually happens when when a loved one is lost or when you go broke or when your heart is broken for sure from an ex that left you bleeding because you felt comfortable Not wearing your bullet proof vest. Then soon or later your friend and ex become great friends You may not know but your friend is the one that handed your ex the 9mm gun and your friend is scooping you as a target with a sniper just in case your ex miss. Friend will shoot the shot Then come visit you in the hospital and give you a kiss. Jesus taught us to watch out for Judas. A perfect man was was betrayed for money in a generation without technology. So do you really don’t think in this era that you don’t have enemies? Enemies are friends we consider family.
The true meaning of fear. A risk like a kid in the 90’s playing double dare but much more severe.
The generation is headed for destruction and I pray for the children since they are the future, but what’s in my future?
I have the power to create life but how can I raise and protect a child’s life when I fear mine?
Children take up a lot of time and I love my alone time. Will I be ready for when a child disobey? I can’t punch a child in the face as I think to myself does discipline and punishment in this generation actually work?
Should I make my children go to church when I barely read the bible myself? The seed is expected to grow but can I provide the water to help the seed grow? Tell u the truth, even though I’m 27 I question myself wondering if I’m grown.
More sleepless nights I predict since I can’t understand the unpredictability of kids. We pray for what we want until we receive it. It’s like a young girl wanting a man with a big dick. What we want is not what we expect when we receive it because we receive more than we can handle.
God can use the same blessing he gave you to punish you if you don’t thank him for being there for you. So always remember to put God first and hope whatever you are praying for when you receive it thank God first.
Question to think about?
Based on reading this poem, when was the last time you felt this type fear? If you come across this type of fear again, will be able to handle this situation differently than the last time you felt this specific fear?
Maid of honor at my wedding and godmother of my daughter. One night things got freaky. Do I feel feel guilty? I couldn’t resist, she was too sexy. One night I received a phone call. It was her, wasn’t expecting it at all. She was my wife’s best friend since kindergarten. 5ft 5, caramel complexion, Curvy back and the arch on her back would lead any man to erection. Built like a sex goddess more gorgeous than Athena and for a long time I wanted to insert my penis in her. Curious as I was I picked up the phone and heard a dial tone. 2 mins later she called again and I answered She ask to speak with my wife but my wife wasn’t home. I was more concerned because she was crying on the phone I asked her what was wrong She told me her ex fiance dies in a plane crash. That moment I felt so bad and sad. I felt her emotions More than likely she was lonely so I decided to check on her in person. Soon as I walked in, she was on the couch weeping Tears were falling. Barely able to speak trying to explain to me. She was 4 weeks pregnant. I put her face on my shoulder and she cried for about an hour. Boy was I uncomfortable for that whole hour, but she was vulnerable So comforting her was something I had to do. I cradle her like a baby and wiped away her tears and I started smelling her hair. It smelled nice. She began to look at me and slightly smile. What she did next was foul She took my fingers in her mouth and began to suck on them. It felt good, I started to grin Almost committed a sin when she try to guide my hands on her tits. I felt them for 3 seconds then pulled back I started to get tense and resist. I told her that I couldn’t go through with this. I stood up and headed to the front door. She followed right behind me. From behind she grabbed my dick through my jeans. Her small hands on my dick felt so good I got hard instantly. She told me to stay for a while. I mean my wife was miles away. Besides she told me she had a condom up stairs anyway and she was wearing tight shorts by the way. Got the type of sex appeal to turn a gay man straight. I could no longer resist. I took both my hands and grabbed her fat ass while she unzip my zipper and began stroking my dick We started to tongue kiss. I lifted her up by her ass and took her upstairs. Took off all my gear. My dick was fully hard She was amazed, and called me a monster. She began sucking on my monster. She started off slow but gradually went harder. My wife never sucked me like this. To be honest sex with my wife lately was shitty. She could barely handle me. With my wife I have to do everything gently, but her best friend suck dick like she need a favor and it was an emergency. Seconds later I am shooting my big load down her throat and she gulped every last drop and my dick was still hard. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her box condom or not It was worth being wreckless this moment She spread her legs wide open. I lifted her light body up, and eased her down on my dick. She riding this dick, while bitting her lips. I pinned her against the wall and insert my penis behind her and grabbed her hair. She screaming “yes daddy fucked this tight pussy and shoot your big load inside of me”. Immediately my dick double in size and I started shooting a gallon inside of her. I stretched her tight pussy you would have thought she gave birth. Suddenly a knock on the door. She looked through the peephole and it was her dead fiance sister at the door. If you was in this position, what would you do? If you was in the husband’s situation, would you be able to resist?
For years while my heart is beating, thoughts on my mind been racing. My heart dances on my tongue and I’m panicking. Always placed in situations that are not comforting. Hands are slightly shaking Body stands still,hesitating while reminiscing the nightmares of my reality. Fear holds me back tight like a man with big hands squeezing my hands. I want to ask for help but know one is near. Only if you can witness the scare on my face. Living like this gives me gray hair and this is a horrible taste. Some of you can relate because I’m describing why it’s so challenging seeking people when help is needed. Not asking for help and choosing to struggle is our biggest secret and ironically most never expose it. Is it because we fear embarrassment? Is it because we fear judgement? Is it because we fear rejection? Is it because we believe in self-reliance? Or most of all, is it because we are overwhelmed by the potential energy drain? Too much energy to provide an explanation so we just rather struggle with the situation and after we fail we then learn the lesson.
I’m a king with my queen but yet I still feel nothing. Love is there and I love her and only her,
but sometimes I feel like for myself I can do much better. I really wonder what was going thru her father’s mind when he was staring me in the eyes.
I was well alert but he was studying me like I was high as a kite. Does he really feel I am the guy for his daughter? That was my thought at first but I grew up in the church so I know that only God comes first. So I respect my queens father but only God’s opinion matter. Have you ever felt like you found love but at the wrong time?
I say that because I struggle still trying to make dime. Family members don’t know what’s in my mind To them I live a secret life. You can almost say I am living a double life. I wonder how did I get into this, this wasn’t even my fight? Sometimes to seek happiness, you have to lie, and most won’t agree but you won’t understand until you bleed like I the way bleed.
Travel through my journey and some of you will not even last a mile, but vice versa I won’t last a mile in your journey. I’m a King with a queen. I an grateful for the queen and she is more powerful then me.
I admire her strength and curiosity. Though I am not looking to marry Out of all the girls I dealt with I would pick her to marry in a heart beat.
She is so sweet but sometimes its hard because I have shackles on my feet while chasing freedom to escape the mental slavery in my mind. Sometimes I wonder if I die today, Hardest question to answer is, did I die happy or miserable? For those of you reading this if you feel the powerful emotion after reading this, imagine what I have to go through.