And Now It's Raining Just to Rub It In

Life
has
a
funny
way
of
sneaking
up
on
you
when
you
think
everything's
okay
and
everything's
going
right.

Ironic,
B
p.s. Bozo the Clown died today. Much to my suprise, I was deeply disturbed by that. And to inquiring minds, no-the title and content of this post was not in relation to his death. I just decided to make note of it since it was the "perfect ending to the bad day I was just beginning."


O yeah, it's time for a new song. I had Bad Day by Fuel playing just to match the mood I was in, but after blogging about C.P. Maze on The Kon Era Blog and listening to this poem of his a few times, I just couldn't keep ya'll from hearing something so sacred. I swear before God that words are powerful. Just as soon as I heard this, my bad day dissipated.


PAY CLOSE F*ing ATTENTION-
He said:

"Your body makes moves that the wind would be proud of."
"You got my hungry for your soul and I don't know how long I can go without tasting you."
"I want to make the moon and sun come at your beckoning call."
"The light was a picture of your face and I got drunk off it everyday, and I'm throwing up visions of you."
"Plaster me against your thoughts and I promise you will see visions of heaven."
"Your beauty lies deeper than moles on your skin and toes that curl when I'm in."
"I can drop to my knees and pray to God every night, but I can hear Him talking when you hug me when you're feeling lonely."
"I am going insane baby, and you are my asylum."
::Exhales::

WHAT! Amazing.