I Speak Life…

I speak life…to those who are dying & broken

I breathe hope – to them who’s hearts beat words unspoken.

I speak love…to those who are growing weary in they soul

I breathe back – into existence youth & dreams for the old.

I speak laughter…to those who are sad & teary-eyed

I breathe truth – to them who have only ever heard lies.

I speak liberty…to those for whom shackles are daily adornments

I breathe freedoms – made manifest to them what feels they haven’t earned it.

I speak low…in a still voice for those who will listen

I breathe my last – so caged mockingbirds have the air to keep whistling.




PC “Private Christianity”

It appears – that I MUST now-a-days

Most carefully – watch e’rythaing I say

For fear of offending those along my way

My yae & my nay – have all become my “may”…

Be…cause I only speak in jest

This could end up w/my arrest

Or at best…on Jerry I shall be a guest. ..


The Freedom to speak my mind

To the free, the dumb, the blind, the prejudiced who have become…

The arbitrators of what is couth

I turn to will and say FORSOOTH…

For them fokes – afraid to say their pieces

of declaration,  salvation,  and love of Jesus

Hell;  Stewie says worse & Homer salutesJeebus?

And none of this offends the masses?

Cuz 9 out of 10 of them some __________

Fill in the blank on your own – some

I proclaim my GOD, tho’ at times I do feel lonesome on this journey w/only my

Savior to guide me – FCC/CIA can ride me…

But I gots the Holy Spirit rite churre besides me.

C – I don’t call GHOSTBUSTERS when evil knocks on my do’

&:my kneecaps STAY ashy being on my flo’…


if I can’t say what I want and believe;  when I desire – about that which I wish w/an


Then…what ain’t necessarily so; dictates WHY I AIN’T GWON SAY NO MO!


Err duh…

Hey,  I’ve attended college (I would have said “gone to college, but that leaves so much open for interpretation…) got a degree, learned about other cultures and cool ‘stuff’…EVEN did a theological class OR TWO. Yet…some days I just don’t “get” the big worded mumbly jumble that spews from the minds of those who are currently in seminary/theological/bible school…there’s this seemingly endless supply of WORDS that mean nothing, but sound delicious (In the time it takes to not only look up the definition of most of the words, you could have just said the point and moved on, heck, you could have finished the entire speech).

I know that someone is going to be ready to take me to task about this, HOWEVER, if college educated people are scratching their heads trying to figure out what you said/wrote…how do you expect others less learned to over OR understand you?

That’s when teeny-tiny light bulbs EXPLODE! The actual intention of your ‘dissertation’ IS to confuse, confound and contain the masses WHILE showing just how many dictionary/thesaurus words you can concoct and say nearly nothing at all.

Ah ha! Foiled and shrink-wrapped again evil, boastful literati! Mediocrity wins again!

Now for those whose vastly enlarged cerebra may NOT be developed enough to “get” sarcasm…you’re going to be slightly vexed by this. To that offense I shall add (because being in for a penny isn’t nearly as much fun as being overweight…it’ll come to you EVENTUALLY) that even GOD doesn’t care for boastful, wordy braggarts; your mewlings are like eels….just slipping out of your mouths with the intention of intimidation.

I’m sure you can do better, you choose to act as though you are better and that reads to me AS BITTER….get Ya hearts right and your minds will follow. Know that uneducated does not necessarily mean ig’nant; however, education doesn’t always equal wisdom.

Good day sir and ma’am,  I SAY GOOD DAY!

Too stupid to be stupid

Some days it just doesn’t pay to get outta bed; WHERE tha fugg is THIS job at? I could TOTALLY AGREE to working on waking.

When the heart and mind combines? You really don’t have ANY room to grow;  think about it…your body just isn’t built that way…

Pet peeves? Oxymoron much? I’m sure that pets are something you like/LOVE; whereas peeves are kinda things you hate.

First things first? Were they going to be a CLOSE second?

For the sake of argument? Really? Because debating may turn some people “on”…however, fussing just to hear the sound of your own voice? Peeve!

How do I say “goodbye”…

It’s not just a song from the movie Cooley High…it’s a question and concern LOTS of us have about LOTS of people, places and situations in our lives.

How DO we say goodbye to the very things that we love and YET don’t love us back?

We learn the difference between letting go and giving up; letting go of a bad habit can increase longevity and productivity in your life. Giving up tends to decrease the best in you and your interests.

Letting go means that you have arrived at the destination of informed choices and have DECIDED to part, go about your separate ways and NOT ONLY wish one another well (at least do so for yourself), you are looking forward to being and bringing the best “YOU” possible to the table.

Giving up means that the surrender is deep: it’s the only way you seem to survive…it’s a pessimistic view of EVERYTHING in your life…and rarely allows for growth, change, chances, OR having a blessed future. Furthermore, giving up DECREASES your likelihood of even IMAGINING a life FULL of opportunities for YOU.

I’m no quitter and YET saying goodbye to the very things that are harmful, hateful and not in the least bit helpful has become easier than ever before.

So to all the hateful heffas who have nothing better to do with THEIR lives; while you may never read this post, I know that letting you go far, far away from me is the best way for me to grow stronger, better, smarter, faster. And it dinnint even kill me.

“Real talk” vs. fake chatter

For almost twenty years I’ve heard the term (and used it also)…”real talk”.

Mainly used to stress that what I’m (universal “I”) about to say is serious and worthy of listening to.  And that’s great!  No, really it is.  However,  after hearing it for SO long, it’s lost ‘that lovin’ feeling’…and has become  one of those speech fillers like “nah mean”, and “I’m just saying”. Nope, I don’t know what you mean….and if you’re not saying it; then who’s the ventriloquist (complete with hand up the….and special effects voices)?

Ooh, add the statement; “I’m not like these other – cats, chicks, men, females, etc…” AND “I’M different. ” just by saying and possibly pointing out the OBVIOUS,  makes you more like the one who proceeded you. You’re similar,  far too similar to make an effort to BE DIFFERENT.

100%…of what? No one is absolutely anything continuously…you never change moods? Get hungry?  Have flatulence and must evacuate your ‘system’ (for lack of a cleaner word/image)?

My all-time favorite, “when you know better, you do better”; that’s an apparent falsehood.  The majority of people KNOW to do better and just DON’T.  Why?Because change is painful; it requires thought and commitment, and “real talk”…we ain’t got time for all that.

Last, but not least (it just always feels that way to the last)…”be the change you want to see in the world”…in that case I wanna see the LOWEST rate of monies become the dollar (no more chump for us folks)! That’s right!  No more heavy pockets full of coins, just bills, promissory notes insured by the Federal Reserve…and when all is said and done (see how I did that)…counterfeit conversation can cost you an arm and a leg. 😁😂😅

What in da Fugg…

Hey,  I’ve been in an abusive relationship before and it sucked. Not minimizing the abuse or my inability to get the fugg out after the FIRST hit, however,  sometimes we’re stupid,  weak, scared, terrified,  confused,  unable to use the common sense God gave us…and occasionally we get our family and friends involved YET when they offer: escape, safety, options, legal recourse,  revenge,  ass-whuppings,  etc…we go RIGHT BACK to the “S&M” and take it all over again and WORSE.

imagine then twenty years later (an unborn child at the time of the abuse) your own flesh and blood is in a demented,  twisted,  sick and angry relationship.  You tell her to leave him, you tell him to leave her alone.  You tell them both that you can’t be in love and be this way with one another.  It isn’t love,  it isn’t safe, it isn’t healthy…and they’re both worthy of better.

Then you get the late night messages and the “on the other line” loud arguments and the “who’s gonna kill whom”…and all the crap you left to survive without that madness in your’s and your children’s lives and yet…

so I left my adult child by the wayside and wished them both the best for themselves and each other. Now they’reseparated by a state boundary and YET they can’t stop being in contact with each other.  What to do? Pray that they remain separate and that the BOTH get the help they so obviously need in order to become healthy.

I pray that one day they realize that the need to batter another person IS NOT love, the need to CONTROL another person isn’t live and that the inability to treat your significant other with live like you’re SUPPOSED to live yourself…isn’t love; it’s abuse and it’s wrong, sometimes dead wrong.