“Mad Out” -Whenever I’ve said: ” a Bloodclauthe or a pussyclauthe all I hear is, oh God Royal man!” I had good intentions and the highest hopes. All I ever heard was talk, there was no peace. All these liberals, psycho-socials and reminiscent, questions to answers. It’s good to take naps during commuting sometimes. Once it’s hard to cope then it’s as if you’ve lost, your mindset. So, are we thankful for giving and are we giving thanks? What’s observed is that, people still people watch in these days and times. Violate hope and faith will show up! Dismiss faith, then in endurance shall we seek refuge. If you’re living in the now, and is still a racist? You’re either one or two things: ignorant and or illiterate. But prophet you can’t say that: well I did! Forgive me God! I beg Mercy of you Lord! My heart still beats but there’s no words, nor lyrics that could extinguish, the flames via the veins. Don’t cry through the pain. Laugh when it rains, then you’ve experienced one of you’re happiest moments. I would be lying if I’m saying the devil is a liar. There’s no game of crickets without umpire. This will be my umpteenth times writing about privacy and violation ethics. I have no worries because, I’m Christ’s child even during death. I have a beef to pick with you Father, Lord!Why I’ve prayed for a perfect wife, and got a witch instead?
“Mad Out” – too many ups even without snap still eating, even if it’s out of carton boxes. Many plus until straight talk saying too many pluses. Utilizing seriousness for jokes; paid comedian on crime scene is I, declared. Sitting back thinking, life is all but peaches. There’re are many fruits with a variety of colors from the vineyard. There’re prayer stations setting up but I ain’t there. My body is present, the mind travelling and subconsciously I’m frozen. The way my phone is sensitive, I can speak with the screen to turn-on! Nothing else matters but, life! Save it! Thoughts of wishing to be a twin, washes in the past. I’ve realized, I would’ve been in the same predicament. By myself! I’m still, feeling pain within the laughter. Oh no! Don’t get misinformed, everything is fine. Showed, Thy Lord, just how much is willing to break bread! A bottle within the wind can blossom into a genie in a bottle. I could hear A Throoper whistling into a bottle. Does gestures warrant, throophies or medal? Don’t have any Caucasian friends, so how would I know it’s offensive to call someone white. Missing my Father whenever it touches dawn. Wishing to motor jet on the other half of the globe one sundown. I’m tired now from the running around and my bed’s calling me. I’ve walked on and off crime scenes that I won’t otter about. During this end of times, it’s hard to do anything without being judged. And a lady with soft, smooth voice: “Jesus is coming back, witness.” Which sounded from afar but she was near. Some would be willing to cast the first stone. Ta-Tay! *Exousia*
