My life is frustrating me

My life is frustrating me, really it is
Its like standing on the edge of something and never seeing whats on the horizon
Its like falling and not hitting the ground
Its like being in the front row and not seeing over the rails
Its finding yourself only to learn you have changed.

Its like breaking barriers and breaking your bones
it is to be the knight that comes to the rescue, that is thanked and left to clean up
it is to be tired and know you can still go on
it is trying to fake illness and feeling strong

The greatest show on earth
The greatest performance of all time
and not a bout of nerves
It frustrates me because every wave that crashes, breaks against me and leaves me standing
It frustrates because I see things clearly, the glory and the glorious mud
It frustrates me, this being me because even as I scream for release...it comes

I pray in King James and other things

I have been listening to myself and what I hear amuses me
I pray in King James english and tell stories in rhyme
I make jokes so as to maintain the pentameter
And would rather write to imitate poetry than use punctuation...

I speak how i want to sound and not based on what i want to say
So it seems in my world punctuation is damned and function must bow to form
So if you dont understand of what i speak and for you oddity defines the way i speak
That is but fine and dandy, its just what happens when you pray in King James English

A Hypocrite's Oath?

They say a man who says one thing and does another is a liar at best and a hypocrite at the worst.
Then we see that the man who knows what he should do and doesnt do it, is yellow in the belly and lilly livered.
Then with the same lips they say the christian that does not live as heshould is human...

I have been troubled many times in the past few weeks by this line of thinking.It simplifies things far too much and breeds resistance within me. To call myself a Christian then I must "do the right thing".

I must choose right without thought of consequence, make the right decision in the face of detriment and accept that my knowledge of who i am has already decided what i will do and how i will choose. To do otherwise...well that is not really an option for me..not for me

Syphillis!!!

So you see my good peoples, I sat down to write and two things were on my mind
1. Syphillis
2. People who dont look their age.

I decided to write about no 2, so figured no 1 should get the headline. Now for those of you who will insist I explain my mental contraction of Syphilis(sounds nasty!) follow the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UtQguSTzvg

So i shared a metro car, a bus stop and a bus ride with a man who I could not stop staring at. His eyes, language and actions spoke to me to declare us peers. His clothes chimed in to support tis notion but his face!?! His face!! So i could not stop looking at this fellow who in my mind must have looked 20 at 14 and 18 at 7....sadly he walked to the back of the bus and there my observations ended. I started thinking afresh of this man then Syphillis broke my train of thought and so I thought I would share Syphillis with you, in the hope you would suffer like I have and you too would know what it is like to contract Syphillis mentally!

ta ta

Brand new old things

Hey public, i have had my xanga blog for many weeks now but i have had just as many complaints about it. In the main because it demands you sign up before adding your comments. So i move home and now place old wine in a new wineskin....

i shall be reposting material over the next few weeks