Thank God For Another Day

Thank God for another day always. This coronavirus is deadly and anybody can catch this virus at any time. Please pray to God everday because any day can be your last. No matter, God always have a plan so this coronavirus is a lesson to appreciate your life, to save money, and to always be concerned with your health.

I pray that God shows the doctors the way to heal and contain the coronavirus. Please allow the virus to come and pass so people can travel, kids can go to school, and parents can go back to work. I ask God for forgiveness and I ask God to forgive those that sin as well.

If there is a cure, let the cure reach out to us quickly so we can move on and learn to appreciate being clean. The world will be ending soon, but I always pray that many people can make it to heaven as much as possible.

In Jesus name, Amen.

Would You Rather Be Seen Or Heard?

Sound of a voice can hold weight, like a curvy woman.

But get neglected like the needs of  an innocent child,

under the roof of an abusive parent.

The face and the skin is more obvious which define a unique blessing.

Too much attention towards an attraction like paintings in a art galley.

Being seen is the first impression(normally)

Being heard is the last impression(normally).

You will be seen by many, and will be ignored by many.

Silence is your best friend, but sometimes your worst enemy.

Silence break hearts like twigs, and annihilate families due to

mental slavery shackled to the brain.

The young and innocent commit suicide before arriving Junior High.

Bullies laugh while the  principal mouth is zipped up like a body bag.

Parents are not notified and the victims of elementary school kids are terrified.

So silence disguise the inside which is being crucified.

The bullies are Romans that should be forgiven for they don’t know,

but yet still need to be held accountable for their actions.

Are the parents of these demons the scapegoat?

Only the lord knows.

Prejudgment is cold and do the most harm towards

the individuals without gloves and a scarf.

Prejudgment provides an affection that poison

the mind, body, and soul into thinking

life is not worth it

like a child that quit playing a sport that he only played in the first place to only gain the approval of his parents

that pressure and praise their son due to his athletic built.

How does this generation heal?

It takes skill to heal and it takes the appropriate tools to build.

The truth is shoved in  white envelopes sealed inside a coffin.

Secrets are hidden all the time like miscarriages and abortions from parents.

So many similes and metaphors I can use to express my feelings on this subject.

Lets not forget about the victims of  racism and sexism.

But here is the secret that is not so obvious to many.

The ugly truth is overridden by the curse of popularity.

Now not all popularity is bad, but it can move you ahead in life, like the fast lane pass in six flags.

When the ugly truth is not the popular vote or coming from the voice of an unpopular face, we do an about face and face the face of a popular figure with a nice figure wearing clothes from Tommy Hilfiger or whatever name brand trend that is popular.

A trail of currency have more followers on that path, than the trail that leads to  Jesus Christ.

For 20 million dollars, would you sleep with another man’s wife?

For that amount of money, is that worth the sacrifice of betraying your own wife?

Sad to say, some wives would encourage their spouse to fuck another man’s wife since money supposedly provides a better life.

Money is the root of all evil.

Money is the root, the materialistic items is the stem, the followers is leaves, and popularity is defined as tulip in the spring time.

Spring time is only a season and the warm weather is only reason that attracts the people to come outside.

Bu what happens during the winter time?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would a 14 year old be proud of what I’ve become?

Would a 14 year old be proud of what I’ve become?

When I read this question, I thought to myself this might be deepest.

My life I do take extremely serious, but why do I move so careless?

For years, I’ve tried so hard to be fearless

but I’m just a scared little boy mentally with a bad porn addiction.

What is living the dream?

Is it doing what you love, or is it about the money?

Does life flow smooth like milk and honey

in the promise land

or is life collapsing like the holy temple in 70 A.D.?

I’ve yet to figure out my real feelings

What do people think when they recongize my true identity?

I have lots of battles I have to fight and I’m running out of soldiers.

Lack of preparation increases the pressure.

I wake up sometimes and my heart beat fast.

Worry from the future and worry from the past.

I wonder how long this anxiety disorder will last.

Do you know what it feels like to wake up nervous because knowing ahead of time you are going to have a hard day?

You physically living safe in life, but your brain is 100 grand in an apartment without a safe.

Mentally sometimes my thought process is unsafe.

My long term memory is 200 GB, and its 170 GB full.

Almost 30 and I tell you, when I was 14, I didn’t vision this.

I didn’t vision still living with my father.

I didn’t vision barely making minimum wage.

I didn’t vision life getting harder, I thought life would of got easier since I didn’t care for childhood.

Now damn near almost 30, I have accomplishments, but to be honest, I feel like it’s not enough.

I’m tired of working for a boss.

I’m tired of dreaming.

I’m tired of sexual intercourse due to my porn addiction.

I’m tired of studying.

I’m tired of trying to advance in my career.

No matter how many times I make an effort to succeed, I get nowhere.

Life is too fast paced.

I feel like a 4th grader stuck on 1st grade reading level.

It’s like I’m close to the pot of gold behind the door

but I don’t have an access code.

No matter how many times I have tried to find a way to be happy, access is denied.

Will a million dollars make me erase all the pain or would I still find reasons to be miserable?

I won’t blame everything on my childhood, but I wonder if I grew up in a different family, different home, would I be in a much better place or is misery is where I forever belong.

It took me almost 30 years that I have a huge anxiety disorder.

I wish I had good things to say, but I be lying to every 14 year old.

So to every 14 year old that’s reading this, I speak advice into your souls.

Life is cold, but please if you not happy living at home or doing what you love for a living 10 years later,

It will put a pile of bricks on your shoulder that will slow you done making you feel like 65 when your only 25.

You don’t have to believe me, I’m the living testimony.

I one thing I do have good going that I’m proud of is my poetry.

I love to write and I believe I’m good at it.

I wish there was a way I could make a living off of it.

So to every 14 year old reading this, take my advice and don’t follow my footsteps.

Is My Life Making a Turning Point?

Harbor the strain

Ignore the pain

days are swallowed

like kids slurping spaghetti.

Never ready, but attack

life like Jason with a machete.

Life and death is every day

like a criminal in a locked cage.

Need space, but want comfort.

Despise the race, why didn’t she abort?

Lack faith, and the fight been fought.

I am  mentally a worn out,

for retaining everything I’ve been taught.

Forced myself to find a reason to be satisfied

like trying to make excuses for a sexless marriage.

Hide emotions and reasons

by running away like inexperienced men

making excuses for the lack of an erection.

I wish faith was a bottle of cialis

that I can devour once a day

to be excited for my future accomplishments.

My mind never sleeps, its been awake  for 10767.5 days.

To be man enough to admit that you have a attraction

is hard

and to not act upon it is even harder.

What you are attracted to does not always benefit you.

A long walk will always provide an answer,

since air is an provider.

Silence is the answer, so have more faith

by listening to what flows between your ears.

A conscious is our father in shrunk size

drawing the blueprint to open the eye

to see the joy in life.

 

 

 

 

 

Are We Meant To Be Happy?

Why does a heart so warm
can have such a guilty conscience?
Why does the negative
have to outweigh the positive?
Why does the potential
have to become wasted talent?
Why do good people
choose to be dishonest?
Why is it so hard to use logic?
Why can’t we control our emotions?
Why do we achieve accomplishment
after accomplishment
but still feel worthless?
Why do hearts get broken
when we are the ones
that made sacrifices?
Why do we learn the real lesson
after rejection?
Why do a honest mistake need
lots of criticizing?
Why is the demons existing
when we are on our knees
praying?
Why is it when we die,
we take our secrets
instead of exposing it?
Why do employees
provide rude customer service?
Why does a spouse have to go
through a sexless marriage?
Why does masturbation
have to be so addictive?
Why is motivation and subscription
a 1 week vacation and misery is a
lifetime subscription?
Why can’t relatives
we barely hear from
mind their business?
Why is it when we post a blog,
we can’t get comments?
Why nice men don’t get appreciated
by women?
Why do men fail to protect women by becoming abusive?
Why do we still have sex unprotected
when there are so many diseases?
Why is it when we become teenagers, we
argue with our parents?
Why is it so hard to get the book
that we spent sleepless nights writing
about so hard to get published?
Why do people that quit everything get criticized when quitting is simplistic?
Why is it so hard to take your own advice
but we expect others to listen?
Why is it so hard to follow our passion?
Why is it so hard to be dedicated?
Why are we still having children, when earth is becoming more overpopulated?
Why are so many entry level jobs require years of experience?
Biggest question of all,
Why did Adam and Eve choose to disobey God and listen to the serpeant?
Why are we meant to be happy after reading all of these questions?

If heaven was guaranteed this minute, would you still think life is worth living?

Lessons Learned in my 20’s

I will be turning 30 on June 22nd and I must says my 20’s was my most stressful times. I pray that my 30’s will be a lot better than my 20’s. In this post, I will be making a list of all the tings that I have learned over the past 10 years.

 

Lessons Learned

The top three things, people will judge you by is how much money you make, where you live, and who you having sex with.

  1. What I learned about money is making a lot of money is the goal but saving your money is more impressive because a lot of celebrities that were in their prime in the 80’s and 90’s are broke now.
  2.  Being from the hood don’t make you tough, and being from the suburbs don’t mean your safety is guaranteed at all times. Some neighborhoods are worst than others but crime is everywhere.
  3.  Sex is your personal business, so never volunteer to tell people how many people you have sex with, who you having sex with, and how many one night stands you had. Don’t let other people make you feel guilty about your sex life because most of the time, people that judge you and criticize you are usually jealous of you.

 

Parents and a lot of your elders will tell you that you are too young to be stressed or you don’t know how good you got it.

  1. Nobody loves you like the way your parents do. Your parents are older and wiser than you so you should always respect their advice but you have to do what makes you happy.
  2.  In this generation, it’s harder to find love, the cost of living is more expensive, and the requirements/standards to find entry level jobs are much higher which makes it harder to find good career jobs.
  3. Parents can be the biggest bullies and hypocrites. Parents will try to live through their dreams through their children but all this does is make your children resent you more. Parents should be good parents and treat their kids with respect because your kids might be all you have when you get old.

 

I have always been taught that black people are the most divided race and black people never stick together

  1.  Black people are only noticed for their violence and ignorance, but there are hardworking black people, that find true love, get married, have children and live happily ever after.
  2. Big difference between black people and niggas but every race have the people that demonstrate class and people that demonstrate ignorance. Ignorance is not based on a person’s skin, but on a person’s character.
  3.  Interracial relationships and marriages is a beautiful thing  because I love to see people being happy by following their hearts. So always follow your heart, listen to your mind, and use common sense and you will find the right person.  Never judge a person that dates outside their race and never make a person feel bad for only wanting to date within their race. Love is an emotion without color.

 

Things that I learned in my 20’s that I didn’t understand as a child

  1. I learned that reading can stimulate your mind but you won’t truly master your craft until you can apply what you read to experience.
  2. Fast food is addictive but it does harm to your mind and body because it can decrease your sex drive, make you body tired, and possibly lower your confidence.
  3.  Popularity is a phase and is only overrated if you only became popular by trying to be somebody your not. Once people get use to your presence, as time ages, people forget your presence existed in the first place. Being popular by being yourself, working hard, and helping people for the right reason will make your popularity last a lifetime. It is possible as well to be popular just by being yourself.
  4.  Boring and lonely is the new trend in this generation. Even the most popular people feel lonely and goes through depression.
  5.  Being a celebrity feels like the life from a distance, but up close and in person, being a celebrity is one of the biggest pressures you can go through because not living up to the expectations of your fans can end your career.
  6.  When you watch porn all the time, sex in real life feels so overrated.
  7.  Believe it or not, women are freakier than men, and in this generation women are more straight forward and honest and not afraid to express their opinions regarding sex, but still women hate perverts lol.  I use to be surprised whenever I met a girl that was so straight forward expressing her feelings on her sexual needs because as a child, I was always thought that women didn’t like sex.
  8. You don’t need to go to college become successful. Some of the most successful people were high school or college dropouts.
  9.  Being a teen parent is not a goal to achieve as a child growing up, but never judge a teen parent because some of them still work their asses of to make something out of themselves. You have people in this world that have no kids and still make all the excuses in the world do not do anything with their lives.
  10.  No matter how old you get, you will always make mistakes. You will always have a weakness, and ten years goes by fast.

 

 

 

 

 

Please God

The side where light is absent.
The first demon of lust is present.
The second is hidden
like materialistic items inside
a box.
This demon is hidden like secrets
and clever like a fox.
A poison that can dismantle a focus
that’s meant for greatness.
Precious like Eve’s nakedness,
lose its value
like Adam’s place in the Garden of Eden.
Lust will place me in conflict
like R kelly in 96.
I’m on the downlow and no I’m
not homosexual.
I have a secret, that one day I will
open up to the world and expose it.
My mind is an overloaded circuit.
My choices is why my life
is like a circus.
My circuit breaker is tripping
like a clumsy kid with untied shoelaces.
My world is darkness with no emotions.
A heart of stone, like corrupted politicians
that abuse power and criticize those in poverty.
Lost like odyessus in the Odyssey.
Finding my way home damn near
almost an imaginary
This is year 2 of a 20 year journey.
A punishment that has my world blindness.
Fires, cannibal giants, seductive women, hinder
my path to reach heaven.
Why is life defined like learning lessons
in physics?
All I ask for is to reach home in peacefulness.
I just want skip life like an intelligent child
skipping 1st grade,
and make it to heaven.
God, if you can hear me, can you please, I’m not asking to be rich, or for a big house.
Can you please destroy the two demons
because they block the path of me
from achieving greatness.
I do not want to burn in hell with Satan.

Poetry Freestyle

This is not a test, it’s complexity

Imagine closely, hear this slowly

I write poems, that leave minds numb.

These words stick, in heads like gum.

I’m the true poet author, as I age

my mind is sharper, like gillette

blue razors. I respect my elders,

of both genders, since my heart is tender.

So I’m humble with my endeavors.

Smart, but never clever.

My love is pure, I’m a savior.

The mechanism of me as a writer,

is similar, to the Manhattan Project.

Ready to explode like nuclear weapons,

but keep my composure

by thanking Jesus for helping me discover,

my true nature of unique metaphors.

The immortality of my poetry,

heals the sickly mentally.

Bitter without discipline, put limits

to positive emotions.

Angriness, lead to mistakes because of hastiness.

The measure of toture takes place

when the truth is not heard, but viewed.

Hatred of the truth, is a marathon and your endurance doesn’t improve.

What ripens is your skin, becoming thick

like smoke, from memorial day barbecues.

Feelings are intangible like souls, emotions are buried like gold.

Forced smiles stretch like rubberbands, snaps your heart, when the body gets old.

Poetry don’t dissemble what’s real, life is ungentle, crime is intentional, the blueprint,

of success is confidential, alot of lives are accidental, the outcome is unpredictable, when sins vicious like pitbulls.

There’s no sequal, souls will burn beneath you.

No crossing guard whistle to guide you, the road’s narrow with a beautiful view.

Be lead by the archangel, carrying souls above you.

The Devil(Part 1)

The devil is a preacher
The devil is a prophet
The devil is a teacher
So what does this mean?
It means that the devil
use disguises.
Why is evil in a disguise?
Deceit is more astonishing
than any magic trick.
Its extremely secretive
like Alex Mack power.
Can slide under locked doors
at any given hour.
The devil time is coming to an end,
so life for the millennials is getting harder.
My struggle is against the spiritual forces of evil.
When I solve a problem, it’s always a sequel.
Many many more issues and I’m only human.
So sometimes I think about God’s victory
over Satan and believe the light is overrated.
Life, I’ve been hate it because of Satan.
Demons were once angels, so kindness is always overrated.
Nobody is safe in this world, safety is overrated.
The technique to solve problems aren’t demonstrated
until you fail the life lesson.
This is why I believe college is bullshit.
Student loans and tuition balance are expensive charges
and make stress charge at you mentally like a bull.
The curriculum for majority of the courses is full of shit
because after graduation just empty pockets while receiving minimum wage payments.
It’s a tease and confusing like your best friend of the opposite sex giving mix signals.
Sometimes I wish life was simple like making a wish before blowing birthday candles.
I wish miracles were automatic deposits in your life like directed deposit in a checking account.
Days, hours, minutes, even seconds I count.
I count since I am closer to death, I can almost taste her.
She is brutal like the winter in 2015 in NYC.
I define her characteristic as being petty for holding grudges against me.
She celebrates my misery, blocking me from accomplishing my journey.
The nickname I gave her was Poseidon because I feel like Odyessus in Odyssey.
She stalks me so I wonder if death has schizophrenia.
Should I have mercy due the disorder?
I mean, she turn 151, 600 bodies cold a day of all ages.
That’s 105 people a minute, so that everybody from people locked in cages, millionaires in mansions, homeless on the streets starving, babies in garbages, innocent victims during school shoots.
This 105 excludes the abortions that didn’t need coffins.
But what scares me is the 250 births a minute because think about it,
how many of these babies will be possessed by demons?
How many of these babies are will burn in hell with Satan?
Now people always say stop being so negative
and you should always think positive.
Well in Matthew 7:13 – 14, it says “Enter by the narrow gate.
For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find are few.”
So now after reading this bible scripture, is this a positive or negative?
So after reading this, I believe hard work doesn’t pay off, it’s really about the connections.
Think about it like this.
Christmas lights, electricity, technology, or with anything equipment with a plug don’t work
unless you connect it to a outlet.
So in order to see the light, it’s not about hard work, it’s about connections.
Let’s be honest, when we think of the ‘light’ most of us Christians think of Jesus.
Jesus is who we worship.
The spirit of Jesus is used by many for a selfish benefit.
We follow the laws of the bible and do right by God until money involved.
Money is why we cheat, money is why we lie.
Love of Money is the root of all evil, so money is a curse in disguise.
Corruption reaches its peak when the price of selling your soul began to rise.
Rich is greedy for seeking attention of wealth
but the poor is cold hearted looking to empty your pockets.

 

After reading this, do you think the devil’s power is underestimated?

I Am Nothing

Won’t lie

Wish I could sleep

My life away

until I die.

Being stuck in a world of confusion,

make me have hallucinations.

Creating a happiness that doesn’t exist,

this is how I give a sight of bliss.

This is another way of me running from

the past instead of facing it.

I refuse to accept myself and my life the way it is

so bizarre imaginations is a demonstration of what I have been missing.

Everyday I pray to God to release me from the is prison called Earth and take me to heaven.

I have dreams of perfections

and every morning, I wake up to nightmares of destruction.

My brain is like the apocalyptic skies,

the location of the afterlife, the fire rise.

The torture in my brain is underrated, but to loved ones, that view of me is not too blatant.

They believe in greatness, but I know my soul

is too corrupted, covered with dark stains like a smokers lung.

Feel like I’m on crutches, but I’m still young.

My soul need to catch some rays, to paint over the ways of darkness on my frame.

A description of life for me is trying to lift myself to heaven with drug money.

I want the fast and easy way out since the fallen angels committed a robbery.

I was disarmed, and my only peace was my Beretta

ready to shoot.

I am nothing like Peter when Ironman took his suit.