A dedication to my career driven sisters who proudly boast their degrees.
I was proud of my status
an independent woman
fresh out of college.
I wanted the money
I wanted the honey -
a sticky, gooey mess
got all over my shoes
my books
my mind
and my behind!
Oh no! Wasn't prepared for the news
a baby on the way
a marriage,
and a break from my career!
Fought the man
felt he interfered with my plan!
Couldn't hold on to his extended hand.
He never felt comfortable with me
and all my thoughts of degrees.
What was I going to do with all my education?
Wasn't interested in going along just to get along
that's not what they taught in college.
For I was free to be me
and that's what I intended
didn't want a kiss if it would make me miss
my thought and the money that came along with it.
"Move away, I'm busy."
"Can't you see, I'm tired?"
"You are nothing but a mess!"
Honey left me alone
didn't like to be called a mess.
Considered himself to be sweet, sticky -
a treat for me.
I resented honey
because he messed with my money
didn't like the plan God had set for me.
Desires of my heart was a man really it?
I preferred to be alone and exercise to stay fit,
but the baby changed my body
but didn't change my mind.
I had to catch up, felt a little left behind.
God wasn't taught in college.
Love didn't make the Dean's list
unless money was in the same sentence.
A fight every day for an independent me
living in an independent world
as far as I could see.
Where was God in all of this?
Tuesday
Hey Dark World
Deceptive shades,
fire behind you
burning up the old you
to embrace the new you, entertainers!
Their music videos
don't match their Dear John letters.
Their dark side
hidden by glitter, gold
costumes, rings, tattoos.
Distractions.
Innocent, at first.
Their sold on a bunch of promises.
New car, homes, bonuses, reality shows.
Between the lies the puppet master speaks.
Behind dark shades,
he's always playing a game.
Fine print reads,
"You do this...you do that for us..."
A soul enslaved to laws that make no sense
free of common sense.
Followers
don't know.
A disgruntled former player in the game
tells the truth, watch "favor" sales decline.
His life at stake.
How many times do you think you can shake the money tree
with mixed up philosophies, dare I say, artist?
False religions
fake Christianity
change their names for fame
change their names to play a game.
Entertainers!
They use to be like you and me -
said prayers to God
now say chants to a god
use to go to church
now talk about a church.
An unholy union
with an unholy communion
smiling in my face
from the pages in print
the woman in red
prostituting herself
parading nude, teasing committed men
while her husband
degrades women
ignorant of truth
following a light that ends in darkness.
The black widow
killing him, killing you, killing me.
What to do
what to do
if and when the enemy uses you?
fire behind you
burning up the old you
to embrace the new you, entertainers!
Their music videos
don't match their Dear John letters.
Their dark side
hidden by glitter, gold
costumes, rings, tattoos.
Distractions.
Innocent, at first.
Their sold on a bunch of promises.
New car, homes, bonuses, reality shows.
Between the lies the puppet master speaks.
Behind dark shades,
he's always playing a game.
Fine print reads,
"You do this...you do that for us..."
A soul enslaved to laws that make no sense
free of common sense.
Followers
don't know.
A disgruntled former player in the game
tells the truth, watch "favor" sales decline.
His life at stake.
How many times do you think you can shake the money tree
with mixed up philosophies, dare I say, artist?
False religions
fake Christianity
change their names for fame
change their names to play a game.
Entertainers!
They use to be like you and me -
said prayers to God
now say chants to a god
use to go to church
now talk about a church.
An unholy union
with an unholy communion
smiling in my face
from the pages in print
the woman in red
prostituting herself
parading nude, teasing committed men
while her husband
degrades women
ignorant of truth
following a light that ends in darkness.
The black widow
killing him, killing you, killing me.
What to do
what to do
if and when the enemy uses you?
Monday
Soon is Not Your Soon
Pastor said, "He's coming soon!"
While he looked up at the moon.
No Jesus is not.
That's your own thought.
Did he call you on the phone,
while you signed your name to a loan?
Did he tell you next week,
before you took that faith leap?
Listening to he instead of He
don't bind me up, I like to be free!
Talking too much pastor, better shut up!
Lies are swirling in that drink in your cup!
God didn't give you nor I a day or a time.
But it sounds real nice coming from a mime.
"Been waiting on God since '69," said one lady.
"Been looking for Jesus everyday," said a baby.
You thought you heard from God,
but I think you need his rod.
You know what you're doing is just for show.
Need to fill those pockets, so why not say so!
Your mouth is running too fast, feeling good all over!
Using your family and staff like a dog named Rover!
You know what God does to those liars.
Looks like you will be putting out fires.
Soon is not your soon.
While your preaching to the moon.
This home is not your home.
Taking orders from the dome.
But God...but God!
Please go get your rod!
While he looked up at the moon.
No Jesus is not.
That's your own thought.
Did he call you on the phone,
while you signed your name to a loan?
Did he tell you next week,
before you took that faith leap?
Listening to he instead of He
don't bind me up, I like to be free!
Talking too much pastor, better shut up!
Lies are swirling in that drink in your cup!
God didn't give you nor I a day or a time.
But it sounds real nice coming from a mime.
"Been waiting on God since '69," said one lady.
"Been looking for Jesus everyday," said a baby.
You thought you heard from God,
but I think you need his rod.
You know what you're doing is just for show.
Need to fill those pockets, so why not say so!
Your mouth is running too fast, feeling good all over!
Using your family and staff like a dog named Rover!
You know what God does to those liars.
Looks like you will be putting out fires.
Soon is not your soon.
While your preaching to the moon.
This home is not your home.
Taking orders from the dome.
But God...but God!
Please go get your rod!
Hand Out, Please?
You call yourself a Christian, but are you?
"If I could
I would..."
We lie.
We wouldn't do anything different.
"If I had it
You know I..."
We deceive ourselves.
For if we could, would or should, we wouldn't!
We would stick to the same script, the same feeling, the same "something told me not to."
Hand begging for bread.
Wet eyes in need of a tissue.
Paper in need of a signature.
Bank account in need of money.
Feet in need of shoes.
Car in need of gas.
So cold we have become!
We say we would help, but don't when tested.
Always ready with an excuse!
"If I could
I would..."
We lie.
We wouldn't do anything different.
"If I had it
You know I..."
We deceive ourselves.
For if we could, would or should, we wouldn't!
We would stick to the same script, the same feeling, the same "something told me not to."
Hand begging for bread.
Wet eyes in need of a tissue.
Paper in need of a signature.
Bank account in need of money.
Feet in need of shoes.
Car in need of gas.
So cold we have become!
We say we would help, but don't when tested.
Always ready with an excuse!
Sunday
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