As she walks among the shadows of a valley called death

She secretly longs to take her last breath

So tired of hearing religious men preach,

“Believe in our God, trust what we teach!”

So she reaches out to lonely men who worship her pleasures

with praises of, “Oh God!” as they lay.

She’s found a religion of service for pay.

As she sucks dry their souls she feeds her power,

Momentary satisfaction, getting paid by the hour

They don’t ask for much, just her time for a day

Leaving their money when they go on their way

She satisfies their lust and desires,

Then sends them home to their wives,

Where they feel no guilt over living as liars

So called “good Christian” parishioners call her a whore,

Citing Gods loving forgiveness, as they sneer then slam their doors.

All of them lending their hands to her hurt and her pain

Nobody bothering to ask from where it came

Inside her cold stare and empty glare

There’s a story of a “good Christian” woman who once lived there.

Night after night, day after day

Parishioners come and reward her with pay

Then one lonely day her silent wish comes true,

She draws her last breath

Succumbing to death

Nobody comes, nobody mourns

She’s known only as, the woman who loved an angel with horns.

The men who once came pretend she never existed

When they give their confessions she’s not even listed

Now, she’s a shadow in the valley called death,

Waiting for the next whore who takes her last breath.


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I’ve started this blog in order to display my work, share my heart, and hopefully get people talking, thinking, and opening  up to the perspective of others.

If u feel anything when you read one of my poems, it means you’re alive, if you’re spurred to comment, it means I’ve gotten you to think, and if you change the way you think, see, and/or feel about anything in anyway, then I’ve accomplished something great.

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Today’s Lady 02

I especially like the phrases, We use the past to learn from mistakes, not to live in it.

And even if our wives are the bread winner, we use our own strengths to help her–not to hate on her or play on her.

I have a friend who has been married a long time and he actually does the things u say men shouldn’t do. For instance, sometime back he got involved in things that weren’t healthy for them or the two children living with them. Despite my friends trying to talk to her husband, then begging, & crying, when that didn’t work…but still he continued and rather than lose her husband, she did as he did, bcuz as u say “a virtuous woman” just does things like that. All along knowing she was unhappy, he continued, even tho she continued to tell him what they were doing was hurting her, hurting them. Unfortunately, things got crazy and he had to leave for a time. When I would talk to her, she was so depressed, she sat in their room and cried. The children in the home were scared, they didn’t understand so the stayed away and lost all respect for these adults. My friend said she was just tired of it all and didn’t think she could continue. She wasn’t healthy at this point physically or mentally, her spirit was broken, she felt like her world had ended and she called on a friend. She couldn’t stand being alone with her own thots, sitting in one room full of darkness. Nobody checking in on her,she wasn’t eating or sleeping well. She was really a wreck. Her friend came over, started feeding her, talking to her, being kind & saying kind things. She needed this and she was vulnerable. Things naturally got out of hand and one night something happened that shouldn’t have. When her husband came home, she felt so ashamed of her weakness that she said she would never tell him. She was ashamed and didn’t want him to know she’d been weak. However, he found out and ever since then he’s treated her just as she’d thot he would and was the reason she didn’t want to tell him. He has berated her, talked down to her, lied to her over & over, continuing to do the same thing that brought them destruction in the first place. He definitely is living in the past. So moving forward, they stayed together, she started making money and the more she made the harder he worked to bring her down. He was out for revenge. There was no way he was ever going to let them be happy. They are still together and it just keeps getting worse. He’s still doing the very thing that started this and she’s with him bcuz if not her, somebody else and she’s his wife but she’s dying inside and he doesn’t seem to care.
What advice could u give to my friend? U might asked has she apologized…no she hasn’t, bcuz he continuously punishes her with words, actions, and even physical pain. He wants to punish her more…he doesn’t work, altho he brings in money, he also spends it. She pays for 80% or more of their bills. He comes n goes as he pleases pretty much, but she NOT ALLOWED to do the same.
What could or would u say to my friend? Do u think from what I’ve told u that he’s a worthy husband? He’s deflated her self esteem rather than boost it like a husband who wants to be revered as a king,should do. Should she continued to follow this man to her death or let it go and hope she can survive in the condition she’s in. I’m actually scared for her. She feels worthless and I’m worried she may harm herself, if she’s alone, sitting in a room by herself again. Her family doesn’t care, she chose him they tell her and they don’t want to get involved, as it never turns out good. What advice would u give her beliel, plz tell us. There may be others in her situation who need advice….

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Virtuous Wife of the new world:

Proverbs 31 explained and expanded

For those that sacrificed a bit of the me to my last post, concerning “Today’s Lady”, I want to thank you for reading–even if you found that it didn’t fit your own life experiences, at all. I truly appreciate it, and glad that you came back to check out this new skit …also based on the woman of modern society.

Now this one is very special to me, because I practically shaped my entire views on “marriage” and long term relationship by it’s definition. Now I think most (if not all) men and women know of, or have read, the 31st proverb. And if I’m not mistaken, I believe that it’s in every Bible (Catholic or otherwise). It talks about the kind of woman that Kings believe to be ideal for an upright–or righteous–husband. That is, by the standards…

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Love Is.,.

Love is not being afraid to share the fear
Knowing the one you love is near

Love is letting yourself be weak
Finding in love the strength you seek

Love is wanting to do what’s best
Making a home out of the smallest of nests

Love is not caring who’s right or who’s wrong
Finding the beauty in the most off beat song

Love is not having to run away
Staying around to see better days

Love is knowing that in the end
You’re living life with your best friend


A mother is a mother no matter the kind
A mother’s love is a love hard to find

It doesn’t matter if she’s the one who gave birth
Her love will stay with you all your days on this earth

Her love will last even after she’s gone
In her eyes you’re perfect, you can do no wrong

She’s the one who kisses the tears away
And gives you the confidence to get through each day

She tells you you’re doing everything right
And gives you the strength to continue the fight

You stand tall and proud
Never follow the crowd
When you think of her smile
Her cunning and guile
You’re glad she’s your mom
And you feel the calm

It doesn’t matter if she’s the one who gave birth
Her love will stay with you all your days on this earth


With soulless eyes and care less hearts they fuck without emotion
With promises, propositions, and false dreams for the future
They prey upon the needy and the hopeful
Through bondage and domination words become the whips and chains
Used to empty the pockets of men and women seeking satisfaction
Not caring about the families destroyed by their deceitful acts and misleading propaganda
Looking only to gather power from the souls they devour and line their pockets with money
Gathered from the blood, sweat, and tears, of the greedy
Fabricating fantasies to ease the fear, instinctively knowing what they want to hear
They sell themselves to the highest bidder
Giving away blowjobs to keep the minds of their meal tickets
Unaware and clouded in a false euphoria
They ass fuck the weak who are afraid to speak
And finger the petty til the juices begin to flow
Then back away until again they beg to pay
These are the Whores of the U.S of A.

The predator

He watches through eyes as cold as steel
Harboring a soul filled with malice, encased in the body of a beautiful demon; tall, dark, slim, and hard. Inviting and seductive to the trusting and unsuspecting.
He smiles mimicking kindness, silently wondering who will be his next meal.

He watches through eyes as cold as steel
waiting with steady patience, senses alive, phallus hard with the anticipation of the chase.
Speaking words of mystical ways, enticing the lost with his sensual stories of sex, and pain, and power.
He lures in the curious with his knowledge of spirituality and sexuality.
His words so powerful and strong, such passion, and confidence, they must surely be real.

He watches through eyes as cold as steel
searching hearts, invading thoughts, surfing technology’s wonders for prey.
He feeds on the seemingly pure of heart, exposing  weaknesses in the
so called good of women.

Satisfiying his hunger with the destruction of innocence.
He sits, he writes, he waits, silently, patiently, with a soul full of malice, for his next meal.
Watching with eyes as cold as steel