Let Go Let God

Let go let God but let your forlorn out like a FOG HORN Like you wanted to scream SO LOUD You could wake BJORN from a slumber in the heavens. Say it and document it lest you forget it. REMEBEMBER AND HOLD TIGHT TO THE LIGHT IN YOUR HEART WHEN THERE IS NO LIGHT IN... Continue Reading →

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QUEEN BE….

Queen Be. She doesn't SEA because she's BEEN BUSY. Queen BEE IS NOT. A B.  Like a STOP. THERE IS NO POINT TO THE END OF YOUR SENTENCE. It's that He.... LOVES SHE. And SHE LOVES HIM. And that is WHERE EWE BEGIN. Be KIND.... Be wise... Be nice. Because God WOULD BE THERE IF... Continue Reading →

Cross FWire

I am afraid of the Eastern Star though I long to understand and wished I could hold a hand had it been hard. And the WEST HAS PUT ME TO A TEST I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE. WHO IS THE DRAGON? WHERE SHE BE FROM? Where Be her drum? And where was it from?... Continue Reading →

AnalEmma

Tomorrow is 2-8 Two eights. Aint' that great? Balls and Boobs. And interludes. It's OK to BAWL when YOU GET BRUISED. It's OK to SRPRAWL TO PREVENT The CONFUSION OF CONSENT. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. YOU HAVE NO FREE WILL I know you are strong But you don't have to KILL BILL TO PROVE IT.... Continue Reading →

Right now

I'm spewing out on emmabush.com the most.  You can also find me at patreon.com/ghostspeaking It takes me three blogs to puke it out.  But I'm learning, it's better to puke on a blog than to an inbox, cause ....if you can't say it out loud, you shouldn't be saying at all....so stop pestering people that... Continue Reading →

Progress

I regress only to regret because to stop with a forward step is like to pause and to get lost in a holocaust. That past is like the devil's last asset. But as I sift through the rift I see this present that is a gift. The moment you seize YOUR PEN is the moment... Continue Reading →

Patreon

I'm blogging now at https://www.patreon.com/ghostspeaking    Can't afford to pay to be heard anymore....still mostly free at Patreon, only the good stuff is subscriber only, but I appreciate any support I get. and I reread this ish....god man....my last few posts....started to reread, then stopped but...I remember that day and it's over but maybe those... Continue Reading →

RE-WRITE

All I ever wanted to do was be a writer. I couldn't speak correctly, "R's" were difficult.  I'm forty years old and I still get tongue tied...I was very shy.  I would hug my mother's leg while we stood in line at the grocery store.  I remember being little.  I remember a lot of things. ... Continue Reading →

Retribution

No revenge. My only weapon is words.  It's always been words.  Fists were more...an attempt to discover words.... But I have to make sure to speak, then...because speaking has become and did become my only way of fighting back. So I fought back...several times over. And it's OK that nothing changes, because I spoke, that... Continue Reading →

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