Love affair

I usually don’t do poems about love but I found it really appropriate to say that I am in Love

With my bed

I mean can you blame me.

Layin there all seductively calling me.

Doesn’t even have to say a word and I fall in

Giving Me those bedroom eyes

So I lower my eyes

But I look away but then it

Oxymoronically moans silently so that I’m the only one that can hear

It making it a special, romantic, intimate mood Just for me

I try to ration but even be fore I can come up with an idea

I sit

Then before I can try to compromise

I lay

Then even before I finalize a solution

I fall into the trap that has been laid out plainly for me to see then enter into euphoria where intricately shifting and thrusting until I’m pushed into the highest climax then quickly release.

I wake up and look at the time and realized that I have been played one more time.

You see as much I am in love with bed; we’re really in an affair.

I’ve been cheating on my first Love: Ambition

Who drives me into a more than just lustful eroticism but pushes me to make love to my dreams and future successes that can not be achieved by Bed’s tag team partner; procrastination  who fogs my memories and ideas by telling me I have all the time in the world to fulfill, by filling me with sweet lies and cheap thrills and that I don’t need ambition, ambition makes things come to long but I can make you come quicker NO!

Ambition is that adrenaline that come when I think about him, that drive to push forward and make me see the end of the road. That bittersweet lash against my back that teaches me discipline which I may hate now but will be grateful in the long run. That sweet aroma that seeps into my nose when I plunge of it. Yes Ambition my first love oh how I desire thee.

I will come back to you..

Well you know…

After five more minutes of sleep 

Speak Now!

Ever noticed the ease we as Christians have with unbelievers about secular subjects? Like talking about sex or music and activities in a relationship that aren’t godly. Yet if we were to try to bring up a convo about Christ or even think about bringing it up,  all of a sudden its an awkward silence?

I was thinking about this the other day as I was having a interesting series of conversations with a homosexual colleague. My personal view on homosexuality is that I don’t support them nor am I against them. No I am not going to burn up a gay bar, but on the other hand I am not going to stand in a picket line to promote gay rights. My whole thought is that I don’t care. I am neutral with this subject. I am neither hot nor cold. But then I got to thinking, not doing anything about a sinner’s action is as if I am participating or supporting the act myself… but that’s a different blog post (stay tuned)

I have come to the realization that I have been able to open my mouth and say and speak of things that of this world and have no sentimental value at all. But when it comes to actually speaking the word of Christ I am in a complete hush.  Now you might not see that as a “bad” thing but think of it like this:

What if you had a friend who is a non-believer. Let’s say you just had a secularly meaningless conversation with them and you had the perfect opportunity to minister to them about Christ but instead you keep your mouth shut. Then later after the conversation is over and you both have gone your separate ways, you get a phone call from a mutual friend and find out that nonbeliever died in a car accident right after leaving the conversation. Now the opportunity to introduce the nonbeliever to eternal life has passed and now the person continues their life in death. Not opening your mouth to speak life is like looking into that person’s eyes and saying, “I want you to die”

As Christians we have to think about where would we have been if someone didn’t introduce us to Christ? Someone was generous enough to open their mouth and introduce US to Christ so that we may have eternal life. Silence is deadly. Yes it is a cliché but it is true. So speak now or forever hold your peace.

I will..

So i'm listening to William Murphy's "I will Rejoice" over and over again i felt lead to share this with you...the song repeats " I will rejoice, I will Rejoice and be glad" and It laid upon my heart and i was thinking to myself "Who am I not to praise" I have a glorious and mighty father who hears me, heals me, touches me, saves me..and of all things He LOVES me, despite myself...maybe you are not hearing me: GOD LOVES ME EVEN WHEN Im UNACCEPTED, HATED, LOOKED DOWN UPON by MY own SELF!! he loves me when i dont deserve it. he is a merciful God. who i continually run to with open arms! Some say thats being foolish to keep on accepting someone who betrays you...I BETRAY GOD EVERYDAY and he still loves me. He is Jealous for my love...I will NEVER find a Love so deep and passionate EVER in my life. Words can not expressed his intense and overwhelming love. I serve a wonderful God. At the End of the day HE is my ULTIMATE Ride or Die. And i WILL rejoice and i WILL be glad....Idk i just felt lead to share that with you.