Me atheists’ tag has been updated or/down classed to agnostic. Someone approaches, a nice chap, “You Sir” are not an agnostic. Mister, I bloody well am agnostic, look at me children chap, me sw…
Me atheists’ tag has been updated or/down classed to agnostic. Someone approaches, a nice chap, “You Sir” are not an agnostic. Mister, I blooding well am agnostic, look at me children chap, me swear, my children hearts I’m agnostic. You’re misinformed are you not mate? None the difference chum, I have a question, Why Have God Not Killed Satan………..? Did you not here me mate, I sure bloody-well heard cha, and you do right mind not to repeat it. All mouth and no trousers, you are chap, me should conk you twice, me sit the days over, days of mum and dad, but I draw me blade for such blasphemy…me kids would cry. Can’t wait for Mums to hears this, don’t know chap, Satan crafty, he doesn’t sit still, he moves around a bit. Well if God is all-powerful mate, the bloody Devil would have had a conk or two. The Devil walking around, free as others, with no trousers no less. Jimmy, mate, the lord waits for the right moment, no hurry to get the sin sinister. All right, Satan make mates draw their blades, awhile back, the little Cynthia girl hurt days ago.
You see the new tenant, bubbly one she is, I’ve gone Barmy mate, the British best their chap. Bugger! Here she comes, good bloody well she’s…..Good Day, Lovely Sun today…… Looney, you are chap, the sun, bloody well not speak it again. Blow off, Ta Ta have a lovely day…….Bugger! Mate you ask about the sun? Me teeth stick together, and me mouth shout it out. Bob’s your Uncle mate, chump you’re one sick chap. Back to the porch top, Why has God Not Killed Satan? For the fricking life of me mate, I bludgeon you me self. If God kills Satan, the world would end, what you say again Brit.
The world would end…how would we know evil from good mate? All polite mates, brutes, savages all together. No way…me mum a bit upset, she will be. Bollox, you say chap? If there’s no Satan thus No God, you think mate…you last from the litter box chap. Box your ears, or I will. God created Satan not to kill him but to work together. Bollocks! Mate, me give you bung to leave? This is outrageous, bloody well nonsensical, God can’t kill Satan. Me Holy Lord in the Sky, playing both teams. Me mum, can’t here this, cheerio I’d swear, she goes to heaven tonight. No looking back, “chips burning on stove” I say chap. What a load of cobblers, bollocks this one. Think about it mate, why create Satan but no plans to cancel him out chum?
She’s a bubbly one, things all fit well mate, you said that 8 hours ago. Satan can’t die because he don’t exist. How does the evil one get a pass on death? It’s something in the fish & chips pal? Where in the good book does, this battle originates and concludes, total bollocks. Me God can see all, sure whatever you believe, it’s story jimmy, created to control. Control Whom, Me Mum? The bloody followers none the wisest, it’s mind-control at its best. Benny Hill, I tell you…God kills Satan, problem solved, even those Irish, the whole lot, live in peace. Nice picture…but total bollocks, Satan is not real. This going to hurt me mum’s.
The Invisible Dragon.
I walk and vision a companion, she notices my gaze. My attention engages her blouse, a rosy flower gown top, her bubbly breast tight, nipples stiff. We have done this before and often, her husband, the reverend provided our lead in. His Black ass running around chasing hookers and improvised church women. I developed my pleasures for the First Lady on the other side of town. She visits the children’s shelter often, her dark brown bottom unmarked and motionless. I am not shy nor apprehensive on my engagement; I’m living in what was prepared. Yet, I fear, she possesses my secrets, special movements, and excitement with others.
Many men fear engaging the First Lady, not me, she wants love and dirty sex. I sit two rolls back, stroking my thigh, staring into memories, our memories, our fifthly desires. She plays an open game of hide and seek, I fall for it, I accept the cookie and juice offering. She glances at a friend worshiper; my heart anticipates our secret is known. Yet, we never considered the holy church for an escapade with her friend. Fred Hammond drowns out my private desires, The First Lady and friend, hmm. Is it possible? Hell, yea? Is it, right?
You damn right! Their Black sorority or whatever got ‘em working out like this, now bring that thang over here, wet, real wet. My shaft is restless, staring at both, brown and light-skinned, you feel me. My thrust soaks up the fluids from their Wonder Caves. Both involves themselves as I place the proper music tone, I’m allowed to watch, as both, show me what Holy is about. The First Lady’s eyes to the ceiling, her streams flow smoothly like Sade’s beats. There’s never a need for loud sounds, we keep it down, and pass the movement around. The pastors and friends none the wise, it’s going down around town.
I am lost in their passion, they absorb my desires, intimidating but soothing. Her friend’s fingers guiding my boyish hands to snatch her nimble. I am lost, help me, its intimidating but soothing. Silence again takes my potency and caress the spirit, both spirit unbeknownst before this deliberate seduction. Their hips lay me down, a speechless heroin of a thousand lovers, seduces my fears, my fears are their Aphrodite she increases the First Lady’s device. Her friend’s purpose to extract my fantasies, I am soon exhausted by their vigor. In a trance, I vision two companions, neither lives with fear or sadness, we behave this way
Oh, yea, we locked the church doors.
Robert a, Williams
I am holding on to “something,” what that something maybe I do not know.
However, I feel its tension in my daily affairs and my frustration
It grows with the mental constipation
My transformation may not begin until I discover
why and what “something” does to my mind
I hunger for a change from my old life
Am I afraid of “something”? How do you discover fear hidden deep inside?
Well, at least I noticed my dilemma, unlike my previous life of denial
I faced nothing truthfully; however, this “something” is real
Something may be “expectations” Yes! Expectations
The dreaded process of what may happen scares me
Expectations from family, friends, and life
Conversely, I feel frustrated, it drains my spirit
And circumvents my growth, I hate to be honest
Are we ever in the “moment”? When we have expectations?
How does one accept the moment with expectations flooding the soul?
Do we not anticipate life? Set goals? I feel lost without expectations
and stuck with them. Expectations frustrate my psyche and I expect
one day they will not. (You see, there I go again)
Hopefully, I rid myself of my dreaded expectations,
So, I live in the moment.
Consequently, able to accept whatever happens will feel great,
Until then; I “expect” nothing, however “something” is out there.
The Invisible Dragon
10 Mistake People Make With My Introvert Personality
1. Never ask me to attend a social event if I’m home. I will not come because you gave me to much time to think.
2. I try never to attend or watch football games with people under any conditions. So, please don’t ask…unless you understand my personality. I’ll leave two minutes in the first quarter.
3. “Ask Rob, he’s a great motivational speaker”. I’m extremely self-conscious in public and I constantly think about going home. One exception, I’ll speak to little people and social justice issues.
4. I have never attended a large concert so don’t ask. I visited Georges in Chicago once to see Phyllis Hyman in the 80’s. Small set…it was workable.
5. Don’t surprise me with a gift, card, or any other trinket. I hate it.
6. I don’t celebrate holidays…even my birthday. So, don’t ask me to celebrate the 4th, Xmas, or your birthday.
7. Don’t ask me to do anything I’m unfamiliar with. I may get horribly upset.
8. If I come to your home, don’t ask if you can get me something. That places me under the spotlight….UGGGG!!!
9. If you come to my home you won’t be there long.
10. My wife insisted I attend my College Hall of Fame Induction. I went…mad and upset.
Who Am I?
Writer, Artist, Jazz lover, atheist, I’m not shy, dreamer, fierce fighter, loyal, and straight forward.