THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Sunday, May 14, 2006
You know, how uptight we are about not falling away and keeping our QT in check and growing our groups... it's inevitable we forget something. After all, we're only human. I did something unthinkable today. I left my msn afk for the whole day. by the time I came back to the computer at around midnight, I noted the numerous chat windows and well, felt... I don't know how to explain. The kind of feeling when you're addicted to something. And, uhm... yeah, I admit it, I'm addicted to MSN. Grrr. Not a good thing.
I know, yet I do not know. I need to do, yet I do not do. The human constitution is weak. Is this what You mean by humbling me? I'm not sure how much longer I can take it, but I'll do my best. You've shown me the blind spots. I'll show you the effort.Going to conclude my simultaneous chats with my buddies, Lester and David. I really admire the humility and resolve of Elisha, disciple of Elijah. When we're weakened by the distractions and temptations of the modern world, such resolve is hard to find. I don't care, I'm going to be the miracle,
You promised it.I end this entry with a rhetorical question:
Do cold, evil or hate exist? Tell me about it.
Psychedelic;
9:35 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
