Sometimes you have to just let everything go
and daydream.
My mommy, this sweet old soul, told me this way back when
Chew your food thirty-two times, to help with digestion
Don't know if it's true
How's about you
Thought it baloney, till my bowels threatened insurrection
Don't stand up to kiss
I'll get down on bended knee
Let's give the leg rest
I awaken, cold and groggy
Not sure if I'm dreaming
It's dark, feel something in my mouth
Words won't form, I cannot speak
Just muffled grunts
Wait, I'm gagged, blindfolded
Can feel feet and hands tied
I hear feet shuffling towards me
I smell the stale smell of unwashed clothes
The heavy odor of tobacco fills my nostrils.
No words are spoken
But then I hear steel on steel of
A knife on a sharpener
It stops . The feet shuffle closer but at a slower pace
Like time spent here was important to this monster.
The beast grabs my hair and tilts my head back.
Heart is racing , body quaking
I feel cold steel again my throat
And the last sound I hear, "your next."
FOR JERRYS CREEP ME OUT CONTEST
I dont know the future and I can't make promises
But honest is what I'll always be and what I feel
Has to be real because when I see them I say to myself
Its all vanity, the reason why I'm yours
Is because the women in the past couldn't handle me
And truth is I probably wasn't ready them
But in this season I'm need of a woman
Who I can follow and lead me
And you're looking like a leader
I'm so eager but also so meek
To see what the future holds for you and me
Many are deceived, even more deceitful
Lust in the spirit has to be by far the most
Powerful gravitational pull but by his grace
I pray this is my last first date
A crucifixion tupe of love is what I wanna taste
Its what I hope to savor
But its always easier said then done
And if I go back in any of this I'm labeled as a hypocritie
The way to my heart is encrypted in the Scriptures
So only when ye seek him first is when you'll
Be able to led by the spirit to love me free from
This temporal prism
Thirty-two poems a day to post,
To reach that treasued goal,
For thity-two hundred years or so
With thirty-two prayers I'll last that long,
To get over a million postings,
Well, I'll surely give it a go.