and deep.

That is what I need.

I’m okay with your misunderstanding

and used to the blank stares, blinks.

I need amusing conversation

yet serious philosophy.

I need some sweet in my salt.

I need the softest feeling

wrapped inside hardened plastic.

I need heat

and I need a fresh cool.

Don’t sit

Don’t sit.

Don’t sit.

I do not want you to sit.

My time is not short,

nor do I have an event to do.

Do not sit,

I want our conversation to be through.

Don’t lingerer on the ends of your sentences,

or keep forgetting what you came to say.

Do not sit,

I’d rather you not stay.

I’m sorry to be so

… this way.

Do not sit,

my attention has gone astray.

I will not

attempt to please anyone except God

with the energy I have to do MORE than those people ask of me.

I am asked

to party and HATE on people,

like those others do…

Some of those people,

who try and reel me in with bait,

are wanting to do good,

but don’t see how they twist their fate,

“come along, let’s show the world good, and how wonderful it can be.

You and me, but let’s forget the God whom created we.”

So I will not.

I won’t be anyone but me.

I won’t act like a judgmental “Christian” sitting in a church

when every door has been opened.

I will not CLOSE MY MIND

to the idea of a spirit world.

I WILL venture into my soul along with the Lord,

who guides me in meditations.

I will not



into the filth that’s so popular.

I’m not greater than anything… or anyone…

ACKNOWLEDGE the greatness, THOUGH.



I will not

be blind.

I WILL see through the wicked,

and walk above it.

I WILL ask God to raise me above,

and he will do it,

as he has before,

because I ask.

because I want to know Him more.


has nothing what-so-ever to do with being surrounded my noise or bodies.

Being alone is simply the act of having a block from being able to participate with others.

Being lonely is a state of mind which can change with one thought of perseverance.

Feeling alone is like walking into your closet and leaving the door shut.

It takes courage to not be alone.

It take using YOUR OWN POWER to leave the tiny cramped room you’ve walked into.

Looking for more, than what you’ve already accepted, is a fight worth fighting.

Are you open?

Are you full?
Are you dreaming
of a fill?

How is it
in your shoes?
Do your feet slide
or do they cramp your toes?

How happy is it there
in your chair?
How grumpy do you awake?
Are you content
or just makin it?

I want to know
does life please your soul?
Are you okay with the way you’re living it?

What would you change,
if anything.
I want to know,
your “improvements”.

Tell me if you’d please,
Are you open?
Do you dream?