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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

It Was Meant To Be

Photo via HypnoArt from Pixabay 
Destiny is the outcome of actions that occurred in the past. However, when people say that “it was meant to be,” how do they know that it was meant to be? Why would they even say that? Like we don’t have a choice! 

Maybe, when one says “it was meant to be,” it means that because of your actions the outcome was the result. To me that makes better sense, than something that has already been written or meant for you without any choices. You following? 

Anyway, destiny is an outcome of choices. I believe that some of those choices lead people to their fate, meaning that they made bad choices and something bad happened to them because of their choices. 

If you ever say that God knows what is going to happen, I will argue with you. If God knows the future, why doesn’t he stop the pain and suffering that spreads throughout our planet. It’s BS! I have also heard that God knows the future but he still gives you free will; he just knows what you are going to choose, but he does not want to interfere. I guess that is a better way to explain it. Still, knowing the future is saying that everyone's lives is already played out. 

People’s actions affect the future and choices are always present by the gazillions in a day for one person. So, to know the future, is just BS for me! 

Because, if the future is predictable, exactly, then our lives have been written out for us, and it does not matter if you are good or evil. I believe people chose their lives. Anyway... What do you think?

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Promise My Cat Made

Photo by Bazooka Teaches: Actual photo of cat that made this promise to me
     I found this black cat, one day, inside a beer box in front of a dirty house. He was a kitten meowing at me as I was passing by. It was very hot that day, and he looked like he was near death—dirty, damped, thirsty, hungry, skinny. 
     When I looked down at this guy, he said to me, “If you take me, I promise I will make you the leader of the humans once I take over the World.” 
     Seriously! 
     I thought about it. 
     I looked at his condition and decided that if he managed to make it inside that box for as long as he has been in there, maybe... 
     So, I took him to live with me. Never had a pet until this guy came around. I decided to call him Chepe. 
     However, I’m starting to think, 15 years later, that all he likes to do is eat and sleep all day! 
     So much for the promise, huh!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Smoking Melancholy

Photo by maxknoxvill from Pixabay
I suck the bottle and breathe the stench 
I fill my lungs with melancholic smoke 
I’m filled with a careless sinful past 
I blow that smoke that cursed my lovely cares 
And watch the cruel world swirl like a deaf bat 

She walks on flowers like a shredded sharp dusty piece of glass 
She kisses my hands to make them feel real 
She sings flat notes that come from her lips 
And she drinks red wine that is filled with fear

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Sabrina Sonnet

Photo by Stokpic from Pexels
Not having you near; a thorn in my mind
Hurting and swelling into painful screams
Memories of your kisses; my sweet wine
Your smile, your dancing are always my dreams
-

Your sparkling laughter, your voice with no fear
Your scents that envelop my thoughts, my skin
You make me ecstatic when I’m in tears
Away from you makes me feel like a sin
-
Grabbing your hands and your waist, secures my soul
Touching your lips, your love is heaven above
Your stare, your glare, your hair—a true love show
Away from you makes me long for your hugs
-
Kissing and holding you is all I need
Time makes our great dreams come true when we meet

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Perpetual Downcast Adoration

Photo by Lynn Greyling from PublicDomainPictures
She left leaving the room empty
to go breathe the desolate air of the ocean.
A colleague of deep blue with the golden sky
which does not happen often.
He went home leaving his head empty
to go breathe the infamous smokes of the liberalist faction.
Yellow and red lights reflect an image of a place where
isolation is only a ration.
"Hurry, Hurry," he thinks, "before my love is rotten"
An old man whistles away to a song once forgotten.
"Hurry, Hurry," he says, "before my love forgets you."
An old woman weeps away to a song she once knew.
She left leaving their place empty
to go sing the songs of the deep blue and golden hues.
He went home leaving his head empty
to go whistle a song known only to a few.
"Hurry, Hurry," he thought, "before my love becomes a sad song"
An old man and a weeping woman in unison sing a song.


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Monday, February 20, 2017

Narcissistic Junkie

Photo by Tim Sheerman-Chase from Flickr
You 
Out to be cool 
You 
Drinking whisky and singing like a fool 
You 
Prowling late and sinning with haste 
You 
Reading secular pages and emitting bigotry 
You 
Feel the ire by berating the humble 
You 
Light the fire and walking on a wire 
You 
Come here with fate and sing the sin anthem 
You 
Only love yourself and like nothing else 
You 
Think your standards are sublime and extend hate



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Friday, February 17, 2017

Making Love At Her Parents'

Photo by McMenemy from Flickr 
Hush, we make love, we make love,
we make love.
Shhhhhh, we’re in love, we’re in love,
just a couple of doves.

Squeak!
We stop the love.

Listening to the empty air,
the house crackling,
the others breathing.

Imagining what the others think,
while a ring in my ears disguises
their snooping.

We take position and wait.

Again we continue our love disguised
in deep sleep position.

Hush.



This is another old poem I wrote and is part of my first collection called Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! You can find the poetry book with Amazon