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Why I hate Religion, But Love Jesus
Video Poem by: Jefferson Bethke
Truth.

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NYE Fireworks at the City Dock.
Annapolis, MD 

Banana & Cinnamon Flavored Gelato
Pitango - Washington, DC 

I Just Wonder.

I walked until i was lost,
maybe i would find consistency here.
that i had lost years before
but i don’t remember the story or
the plot nor why but i know
that i am empty, I am drained, i am tired
i have been for many years
what i’m looking for is the determination
that drive, i use to adore

did i love someone to much?
maybe they stole my joy
or have i lost the soul within me?
i kept waiting  for some sign
maybe the stars would just fall out the sky
even rescue me from this illusion

it has to be some sort of game
and i continue to lose lives
back tracking, backpacking
i know what i’m searching for is
in my past but my future cant hold
onto it…
where did my HOPE Go? 

Museum of Art Sculpture Park Garden
Washington, DC

Quality time, sometimes I play along ;)

Bad Sperm.

let it be.
the land before him is deserted as desert sands
His heart should pump blood but its been pouring out
emotions from the past for so long
it is stiff as he use to get when he admired her
figure. thick
thickness inside an expensive mattress
before his love pleaded to the springs, night after morning
morning before the evening..

if you lay close enough you can hear his heart beat
against the sheets that now take place of her.
His comfort, his retirement, his sanctuary after a long
over extended day.
She is his peace, the solitude - his strength
it’s exactly where she left him
stained in the shame of blood.
beyond any scream could linger
anyone could rescue
he was a good man with bad intentions

all she ever wanted was to be his beloved daughter
but her beauty asked more of him
his resentment needed more of her
he could resist and she couldn’t find the courage
to runaway

so every night murder was committed
innocence was stripped of its independence
and in the morning it was clear who had won
because the spread was moist of guilt
the pillows were damped of fear
and breakfast was always served cold like her fathers heart
was every time he told her to come to his room.

but if someone has to be burned
let it be the man who rape his little girl
because she looked like the mother
who cheated and ran away with another.
let it be him tonight
because someone must love her the right way.

gaybrielle holbert

I feel all of these in the same week. smh 

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Make passion your career.

There are many things i aspire to be.
I like to think of myself as multi-talented.
preferably in the journalism field but i would love to eventually teach.
I paint free hand and free spirited and i have plans for that as well.
I have this secret interest in angles/prospective, but i rather not share just yet. It will be my new added hobby for 2012.
However, everything i’m interested in completes my inner creativity.
I am and always will be an artist with a creative soul. 

I truly believe that everyone should do what they love, it would make more sense
if it was the chosen career but Life is funny like that.
You never really know. I think if its your first thought of the day, on your mind through out the day and welcoming your prayers before you sleep - then that is
what you should be doing. It shouldn’t be something you have to think about or question or even doubt but something your passionate about that would take up all your time. Something you wouldn’t mind doing endlessly.

That is a true calling and everyone has one, some have perfected more.
I just want to perfect all my gifts and I will. 

An old poem from years ago.