When You Work Hard And You Treat

My Mom Was Very Strict. She Didn't Let Me Watch Anything Rated R Or Anything With Cussing.

Ever Argue With A Female And, In The Middle Of The Argument, You No Longer Feel Safe Because Of Her Actions? She May Start Pacing Back And Forth Real Fast, Breathing Out Her Nose. You Know What My Girl Do? When She Get Mad, She Start Talking In The Third Person. That's Scary As Hell Because That's Her Way Of Telling Me That From This Point On, She Is Not Responsible For None Of Her Actions.

I Want To Be Funny, But It Has To Be A Believable Funny.

I Don't Care How Busy I Am - I Will Always Make Time For What's Most Important To Me.

There Seems To Be Something Poetically That Doesn't Work Or Is Limiting When You Call God 'god' In A Poem. When I Tried To Be Honest With Myself In My Relationship With God, Christ Is, On The One Hand, Completely Dark, He's Transcendent And Unknown. On The Other Hand, He Is Completely Imminent And Completely Knowable As Jesus. Our Tradition Speaks Of Him In Both Ways As Transcendent But Also As A Lover Who Comes To Us, And The Two Word 'dark One' Seem To Me To Contain Both Things, The Transcendence And Otherness Of Christ, But Also Like A Kind Of Dark Lover Who Comes To Us.