Sunday, October 29, 2006

How do you pray???

I keep getting so many forwards and I generally don't post them. This forward I found interesting :p It relates how one prays to their zodiac signs, not that I believe in these forwards but for timepass its good!!

ARIES (3/21-4/19):
"Dear God! Give me PATIENCE and I want it NOW!"

TAURUS (4/20-5/20):
"God, please help me accept CHANGE in my life, but NOT YET."

GEMINI (5/21-6/20):
"Yo God. (Or is it Goddess?).Who are you? What are you? Where are You? How many of you ARE there? I can't figure you out!"

CANCER (6/21--7/22):
"Dear Daddy, I know I shouldn't depend on you so much, but you're the only One I can count on while my security blanket is at the cleaners."

LEO (7/23--8/22):
"Hi Pop! I'll bet you're really proud to have me as your kid!"

VIRGO (8/23--9/22):
"Dear God, please make the world a better place, and don't screw it up like you did the last time."

LIBRA (9/23--10/22):
"Dear God, I know I should make decisions for myself. But, on the other hand, what do YOU think?"

SCORPIO (10/23--11/21):
"Dear God, help me forgive my enemies, even if the bastards don't deserve it."

SAGITTARIUS (11/22--12/21):
"Oh almighty, all knowing, all loving, all powerfull, omnipresent, everlasting GOD, if i hve asked u once, i ve asked u a thousand times---- help me stop EXAGGERATING!!!!!!!!!!!"

CAPRICORN (12/22--1/19):
"Dear Father, I was going to pray, but I guess I ought to figure things out for myself. Thanks anyway."

AQUARIUS (1/20--2/18):
"Hi God! Some say you're a man.Some say you're a woman. I say we're ALL God. So, why pray? Let's have a party!"

PISCES (2/19--3/20):
"Heavenly Father, as I prepare to consume this last fifth of Scotch to drown out my pain and sorrow, may my inebriation be for Thy greater Honor and Glory."

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Poetry Really???

I have no poetry in me...
What you see is vented steam...
It tells you nothing about me...
As I try and keep it clean...

I have no poetry in me...
Its a thrill of lying in blank verse...
I betray sentiment through syllable...
And scheme it into a workable rhythm...

Poetry is but the silence after a terrible scream...
Read nothing into it...
Seek nothing in it...