A better me
The same but newer
Me; determined to try harder
Me; promising to eat better
A different chapter
The same book, another page but much further
Down along the line, no no sinker
Just something I hadn’t read before either
Asking for your support, can we turn the pages together?
A hand asking for yours; air for my feather
Winds beneath my wings, taking me higher
As we ignore the weather.
This Is Me.
You’ve probably seen that picture before.
If you haven’t, I hope it makes you laugh as loudly as it did me. I mean, the first thing that struck me about it was the ‘mistake’ whoever who wrote it made.
But then, I took a second and third look. And then a fourth one.
A problem popped into my mind at the fifth look.
“What if the person who wrote it did not make a mistake? What if what you’re reading is EXACTLY what he wants you to see?”
That’s ridiculous, I think. But forget common sense.
What if that is exactly what that place is – a feeling station?
Another problem pops up. “What is a feeling station?”
What if I told you it is a place where you come to get refilled?
What if I said to you – it is a place where you can buy whatever sensation…whatever feeling you’re convinced you’re running short on?
Imagine you could just walk up to the counter and say ‘Uh, I’d like three liters of joy and five of peace, please?”
Or you could say ‘My hormones are acting up again. I’d like fifteen liters of sexy and a gallon of vulnerability to go with it”?
Or even ‘My head’s been hurting funny – and I can’t even feel my heart anymore. I’m so full of guilt.” And the good-looking attendant says to you “Sure, step right here sir/madam, let me run a quick check.” And then “oh, it’s not a problem. Your mind misfired a bit – but that’s easily resolved. We’ll just wash you up with love, give your cylinders a charge of kindness and patience and then wrap it all up with happiness…and you’re good to go.”
How would that feel to you?
I know how I would feel. I would be excited at first – then years of conditioning would kick in and I would start to think; “If something is too good to be true it usually is.” And then, I would carefully ask for the price, hoping I have enough on my ATM card for it.
But what if the attendant said, “it’s all on the house”?
Would you go running for the hills in fright – or would you go ahead with the treatment?
There are times when we feel emotionally drained – we feel used, dirty, worthless, stupid, afraid – as though all those things are not mere concepts we learned from movies and books and music. We feel as though we cannot go on, we feel as if we cannot love again or trust again. And even though ‘time heals all wounds’ and we eventually get away from all those feelings, things are never quite the same again. We’re a bit afraid to trust again, to love again, to try again…because we remember the sharp pain that came with the last phone call, the final text, the last interview, the sack letter – pain that felt like we were swallowing glass.
And all sorts of people use all sorts of things to get better; just to be able to get to the next point. Most of it is just a temporal fix – to get from point A to B.
What if we had someone who promises to get us from A all the way down to Z? Someone who promises to always be there – most especially when it seems as though He isn’t? And He did not promise to be there some of the time, He promises always and forever?
What do you think? Really? Just another boring concept, or could there be some truth to it?
Do you think we could use a ‘feeling station’? Who/what is yours?
Have a great week – on God!
Someone somewhere’s laughing
Someone somewhere’s lying
Someone somewhere’s believing
Someone somewhere’s dying
Another person is just trying
One more try, that’s all it takes!
Though – not always
If you can read this – know we at least have one thing in common
Thank God for your living.
Okay, I admit, the first kiss was a lie
The second was – I just thought to try
But the third one? I couldn’t look in your eyes
Cause I felt I was drowning – no water in sight
Now they telling us we were wrong for each other
Now it’s easy to believe – but why did you bother?
Truly we can move on and we’ll both be fine,
But who wants an ordinary day after an extraordinary night?
Even if it was for a moment…
Is That It?
He asked you out. You said yes. He looks good. Tall. Charming.
The kind of guy your mother would love to death.
And he can speak. With less than five sentences, he has you drooling already.
And then he invites you to his place. Finally; you think. It’s about that time!
So you drown in perfume and deodorant. Everything – from your earrings to your girdle is new.
You sashay (do ladies still do that these days?) to his crib – and it’s eye candy.
As in, the crib is sweet!
He looks edible. So edible…(okay, I said that before)!
So he asks you what you’d like to eat.
And even though you would have easily said ‘You’, you decide to slow down and whisper ‘whatever you got babe’.
And then he whips THIS out:
What would YOU do?!
Please have an amazing weekend! On God!
See you next week! Woot woot!!
Pinching kisses from lively ruby red lips
Getting kisses back she teased, such bliss
Groping for what he thought were breasts and encountering a flat chest
Things like that makes a man’s nerves freeze
Someone put the lights on please
He kissed her, she kissed back, kissed her back and then me,
Now we all are wondering, ‘whose lips are these?’
No. I didn’t write this.
I found this on Facebook and I thought to share ‘cos it made me feel good. I put this up to encourage all the real responsible men out there. Married or single, the world is yours. Your time is coming.
To the ladies who have a man like the one below – love him. That kind of man is a rarity these days – but there are.
A Husband comes home drunk, vomits and falls down on the floor. Wife gets him up and cleans everything.
Next day when he gets up he expects her to be really angry with him. He braces for a fight, but finds a note near the table.
“Honey, your favorite breakfast is ready on the table, I had to leave early to buy groceries. I’ll come running back to you, my love. I love you.
Surprised, he asks his son, “What happened last night?”
The Son replies, “When mom got you up to bed and tried removing your boots and shirt. You were dead drunk and you said,
“Hey Lady! Leave Me Alone. I’m Married!!”
Ladies – what do you think? Would you take a man like that regardless of his drinking?