This Is A Warning!!!!

The Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.  
 
This virus is called Weary Overload Recreational Killer (WORK).  If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.
 
If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises.

Take two good friends to the nearest grocery store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER).  Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.  
 
 
You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends.  If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.

 

Polish Divorce (Joke)

Subject: Polish divorce
>
> A Polish man moved to the United States and married an American girl.
> Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until
> one day he rushed into a lawyer’s office and asked him if he could
> arrange a divorce for him.
>
> The lawyer said getting a divorce would depend on the
> circumstances and asked him the following questions.
>
> Have you any grounds?
> Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.
>
> I mean what is the foundation of this case?
> It made of concrete.
>
> I don’t think you understand.
>  Do either of you have a real grudge?
> No, we have carport and not need one.
>
> I mean, what are your relations like?
> All my relations still in Poland .
>
>  Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
> We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.
>
> Does your wife beat you up?
> No, I am always up before her.
>
>  Is your wife a nagger.
>  No, she is white.
>
>  Why do you want this divorce?
> She going to kill me.
>  
>  What makes you think so?
> She going to poison me.
>  She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.
>  I can read, and it say:
> “Polish Remover”.
>
>   

 

Letters To The President

When we were younger we used to sit on my porch
And talk smack about girls and professional sports
There’s a lot of things I wanted to say
But never got a change to find a way
 
(One) take a good look at all of your high schools
this is the first reason that I want to write you
it must be tough when society is messed up
Gotta save money, please don’t take it out on us
 
Do they even know? Do they even know?
 
If I was brave I’d write a letter to the president
And have him pass it to the leaders of our parliament
But for now I won’t say nothing
From all the kids who would stand in my residence
Who see this letter as a statement of our innocence
But for now I won’t say nothing
 
Now that we’re older a brand new story unfolds 
About God and the laws that we’ve always been told
And there’s a lot of things I wanted to say
But never got a change to find a way
 
Same-sex marriage in a state where they don’t care
Murder is wrong but the jail time’s not fair
Not to mention date rape, felony and car theft
Break it down and tell me what we’ve got there
 
Do they even know? Do they even know?
 
If I was brave I’d write a letter to the president
And have him pass it to the leaders of our parliament
But for now I won’t say nothing
From all the kids who would stand in my residence
Who see this letter as a statement of our innocence
As for now I’ll start with something
 
Take a good look at Tommy, he’s a track star
Good role model, had a chance to go real far
Then the school made a budget-cut
Cut out the track team
Now instead Tommy is a crack head
 
Same-sex marriage in a state where they don’t care
Murder is wrong but the jail time’s unfair
Not to mention date rape, felony, and car theft
Break it down and tell me what we’ve got there
 
If I was brave I’d write a letter to the president
And hove him pass it to the leaders of out parliament
But for now I won’t say nothing
From all the kids who would stand in my residence
Who see this letter as a statement of our innocence
As for now I’ll start with something

 

Hip Hop Saved My Life

Dedicate
Dedicate

Uh

This one right here goes out
To my homie with the drink
Nah mean

He said, I write what I see
Write to make it right, don’t like where I be
I’d like to make a life to sights on TV
Quite the great life, so nice and easy
See, now you can still die from that
But it’s better than not being alive from straps
Agree, a Mead Notebook and a Bic
That clip when it’s pushed in a whack ass beat
That’s a track that’s weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the sun is like “That’s that heat”
A bass heavy melody with a sample from the seventies
With a screwed up hook that went

Stack that cheese
Something, Something, Something…
Stack that cheese
Mother, Sister, Cousin…
Stack that cheese
He couldn’t think of nothing…
Stack that cheese
He turns down the beat, Writer’s block and pleads

Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D’s
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved my life

Raps north side so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page
‘Stack that cheese’ got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open Mic champ two weeks in a row
XD boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the road
Best homie in a grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute maid got his momma working like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas with a open up for amatuers
Let him keep her debit cards so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get home he gon’ take her to the galleria
Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved my life

His man called, said “Ya time might be now.
They played ya freestyle over Wipe Me Down.
They played it two times, said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while.”
He picked up his son with a great, big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission, to
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should
Show us home is this’ away, other than that flipping yay
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it’s cool
Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a deuce, and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved my life

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I…
Push it hard to further the…
Grind, I feel like murder but…
Hip Hop has saved my life

Hip Hop has saved my life

Hip Hop has saved my life

Little Weapon

Little Terry got a gun he got from the store

He bought it with the money he got from his chores

He robbed a candy shop, told her, “lay down on the floor

Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer”

 

Lil’ Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels

To kill the infidels and American devils

A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face

Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal

 

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad

That he snuck in the school in his black book bag

His black nail polish, black boots and black hat

He gonna blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

 

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

 

I killed another man today

Shot him in the back as he ran away

Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade

Cut his wife’s throat as she put her hands to pay

 

“Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball”

At least that’s what my commander say

How old? Well I’m like ten, eleven

Been fighting since I was like six or seven

 

Now I don’t know much about where I’m from

But I know I strike fear everywhere I come

Government want me dead so I wear my gun

I really want the rocket launcher but I’m still too young

 

This candy give me courage not to fear no one

To feel no pain and hear no tongue

So I hear no screams and I shed no tear

If I’m in your dreams, then your end is near

 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

 

Little Weapon

 

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade

A macaw parade of the toys he made

And in shimmers shades, who look half his age

About half the size of the flags they wave

 

Camouflage suits made to fit youths

Cause ones off of dead soldiers hang a little loose

Where AK-47’s that they shooting into heaven

Like they trying to kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits

 

Cute, smileless, heartless, valiant’s

Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways

Can’t write their own names

Or read the words that’s on their own graves

 

Think you gangsta, popped a few rounds?

These kids will come through and murder a whole town

Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down

The graves get deeper the further we go down

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

 

Imagine if I had to console

The families of those slain I slayed on game consoles

I, aim my hole, right trigger to squeeze

Press up and Y, one less ass breathe

 

B for the bombs, press pause for your moms

Make the room silent, she don’t approve of violent games

She leave, resume activity

Start in blue heart, subpar sharp wizardry

 

On next part I, insert code

To sweeten up the little person’s murder workload

Artillery work for, CIA with A

A operative, a operate to scam all day

 

I hold the controller connected to the soldier

With weapons on his shoulders, he’s only seconds older

Than me, me, playful but serious

Now keep that on mind for online experience

 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we’re calling you

There’s a war, if the guns are just too tall for you

We’ll find you something small to use

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

 

 

 

Something On My Mind

So this just came to my mind while thinking at one point or another. Anyways… I was thinking to myself about summertime. What makes it such a good time of the year. Why is it the season that brings more people together than anyone else? If anyone has ever read my blog before you would know that my girlfriend and I got together at the end of spring/early summer. Also some of my friends did too. For a high school student, summer is the absolute best time to not be single. The reason being that you can hang out with whomever you want. Especially a special someone. You can see them more times outside of school. You can take them more places. But with all that does it ever get boring? Does it ever become so perfect that everything falls apart? I haven’t quite experienced this before but maybe some of you have. Has everything ever just been going so good that it eventually hit the fan and just went to pieces? Basically over nothing because everything was going good? Hmm… I wonder. Anyways. I have basically run out of topics to really really write about. If any of you good people out there like the way I write or my opinions or whatever. Would you submit a real-life topic for me to write about. Basically I have already done the major ones: Love, Life, Friends. So Please submit a topic if you have one. Thanks

 

~Jay

The One…

So how do you know when you have found the one? Now it could be the one anything. A house, a person, a car, anything. Now recently, I think that I indeed have found the one. As short as a time that my girlfriend and I have been together, I can tell that she isn’t like my past girlfriends. There hasn’t been any shortages in conversation, no problems (yet), and there are a ton of things in common. As far as her being the one, when I’m around her I’m constantly stunned. When I talk to her I’m out of breath. Now I must say, that in previous relationships, I had said the three fatal words too early. Now I couldn’t have said “I love you” to more than 2 girls at the most. But when I say it I really really really mean it. But when I say it early on, then the realationship never lasts very long. So, now, I’m trying to refrain from saying it until it’s the right moment. The one perfect moment…

So when I tell her that I love her, there is hidden meanings behind that. Like what is love to me? When I say it, what am I really saying? Love to me is absolute. Ever growing, and never changing. It’s that feeling where you get butterflies whenever you look at them. The feeling where you want to be with them even if you are doing something stupid. But you don’t care just because you are spending time with one another. All of those things are put into that one little phrase. Someone (I forgot who) said: “Love trust, and relationships are like putting a .44 Magnum to your temple, putting your partners finger on the trigger and hope that they love you enough not to blow you away.” (That would be a test of true love in a relationship when you are in the middle of a fight) They would have to trust you enough that you would do the same for them. Therefore the relationship would carry on.

I believe this to be true. When you are in a serious relationship, there are going to be conflicts. There is no way to avoid them. So within those conflicts would your partner pull that trigger? Or would they love you, and trust you enough that you two would eventually pull through whatever the situation may be?

So if you have made it this far in the reading we’ll return to “the one”. Many times the one can make or break you. Which will it be for you?

Could Your Mom?..

Before you start reading, you must imagine your mom and her abilities and personality and wonder…

 

Could your mom survive in mondern day high schools?

 

Now throughout this writing I might want you to know I may mention my mom a little.  So, I want you to know a little of what my mom is like. She is a fairly up-to-date, middle aged woman. She is a detailed person, a christian, and pretty conservative… So now we may begin.

 

To start off, let’s look at curriculum. Would your mom be smart enough to do it. For instance, do you think your mom could solve a simple 9th grade algebra problem like this: 3x+(-4x)? I know for a fact that my mom couldn’t. Do you think that your mom knows modern day geography in depth and could tell you exactly how a bill or an amendment is passed? Can she write 5 pages on a theory? Well if no, to all of these then you’re like my mom. But maybe they weren’t always on the honor roll?

 

In which, maybe she was more social? So here is where I say, don’t picture your mom in the past. Picture her as she is now. Maybe she is better than when she was a teen or maybe she’s worse. So if your mom is like my mom she absolutly despises cursing. Now in a modern day high school, I can’t walk down a hallway without hearing some sort of cursing. Do you think that your mom will put up with all the “different kids.” For instance all the cliques in a high school: jocks, goths, stoners, skaters, girly-girls, townboys, rejects, nerds, and suck-ups. Which one do you think she would belong to? Now for me I can’t even picture that. I would say stoners/trouble maker is where she stood in the past and as for now, I can’t see her in any of those. So as we are moving right along…

 

Could she deal with pressure? Pressure to fit in? Pressure to work hard? Pressure that you can’t screw up. Everyone goes through phases where they feel like they don’t fit in. But there is a trumendous struggle to maintain personal lives, school work, friends, and spare time. You often find yourself somewhere where you don’t belong. Those 4.0 students have thier lives set out for themselves. They know what they want to do and what to do to get there. But do they really have times for themselves or do they spend the entire time working on school? I would say 8% themselves and 92% school work. 

 

As far as ending this goes… I just want to know, is your mom a totally up-to-date, cool, supermom? Or is she simply saying that she knows everything and really you shouldn’t get yelled at about how school is so easy and she could do it with no hands? So hey please let me know. Just drop a comment like supermom or like average or dang poor. I just want to see how it stacks up.

At What Point?

As life goes on, there are many “At what points.” A few examples of this are “At what point will you get it through your head?” “At what point will you take responsibility for your own actions?” So on and so forth. Now there are a couple that I want to look at, (1) At what point did people start believing people formed from crystals, mud or space rather than God? And (2) At what point did people become so narsisistic and caught up in themselves rather than society?

Now going to the first question. Scientists are starting to think that there is no possible way that humanity could possibly be intelligently designed. They are starting to say that people could have piggybacked crystals and slowly evolved. They think that we could have evolved from monkeys and even mud. Now does that sound more logical than the possibility of being intelligently designed? No, they sound even more ludacris. Now some people can’t believe in something unless (1) It’s something completly logical and can be proven or (2) They can see, touch, or hear it. But for some other people they have faith in the unknown. They have faith that everything might not be able to be proven; they have faith in the unknown. Now throughout the Bible (This is gonna be my example) there are rules which to some people ward them off right away. But hear me out. But with the rules there are many benefits. Such as eternal life, protection and guidance. Now you can believe me or not. I do say to you this though. If you can find a better deal than God’s then I say you should tell me and we will go. But I don’t think you could find a better deal than eternal life, walking on streets of gold, having all your possible questions answered, and for what. Following a couple rules that most of society follows even though they are Gods. They follow them because they have decency and respect. And the only thing you gotta do is live and believe. I’m not gonna spend all day on this so moving on.

As for my second question. People are becoming more selfish, more impersonal with everyone else. As much as people don’t want others in their business, most people do want people to be there for them, to support them and to talk to. But people at the same time keep pushing people away unless they want something. Even myself struggle with this. I don’t want all my friends and parents in my business all the time but I do want to talk to them about stuff going on in my life sometimes. Now I’m going to give a example that people are less worried about other REAL PEOPLE vs. SMALL PROBLEMS. Suppose someone is driving down a street. Now there is a person broken down on the side of a road who looks like they needs help but doesn’t ask. Now do you stop and ask if they need help or keep driving? Most people would keep driving. Why? Maybe they don’t really need it, maybe they do, maybe they look different, maybe it’s because you don’t know them, maybe you’re just too busy and don’t care. So now you’re still driving down that street. You see a stray dog with tags. Now do you stop and help? Most people would. More people will help that stray dog than a real person who needs help. But if you were on the other side. You needed the help. Wouldn’t you want people to stop and ask if you need help. For the few people who have been on that side and gotten help well that was your lucky day. Maybe there wasn’t any stray dogs who needed saving. Either way. People are more obsessed with their money, their problems, as if they are more important than everyone else. Now this may offend some of you so don’t take it so personally. No one is above anyone. That hobo in the box or dumpster diving is still on the same playing field as Bill Gates in God’s eyes. He still has feelings and problems. Everyone does. But what if everyone just cleaned their doorsteps vs. trying to get others to clean theirs? Wouldn’t the world be a cleaner place overall? Heck yes it would. So next time God places a opportunity in front of you will you take it. Will you slow down and take the time. Or will your own self image and your problems overcome and you keep going looking at everyone else like they are the “different” ones?

PEOPLE THE QUESTION IS SIMPLE:

 

“AT WHAT POINT DO WE PUT ASIDE OUR DIFFERENCES AND BECOME ONE WITH EACH OTHER?”

Crazy

“Crazy”

Tell me what’s wrong with society
When everywhere I look, I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They won’t stop till they’ve reached their dreams

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn’t make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what’s going on?
Tell me what’s going on?
If you open your eyes
You’ll see that something is wrong

I guess things are not how they used to be
There’s no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it’s World War III

No one cares, no one’s there
I guess we’re all just too damn busy
And money’s our first priority
It doesn’t make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what’s going on?
Tell me what’s going on?
If you open your eyes
You’ll see that something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Tell me what’s wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUVs
While kids are starving in the streets

No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life’s unfair

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what’s going on?
Tell me what’s going on?
If you open your eyes
You’ll see that something, something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what’s going on?
Tell me what’s going on?
If you open your eyes
You’ll see that something is wrong

Looking Back…

Life is all about risk and a little bit of luck, that, and making good decisions. There is so many things that I would do differently if I had re-dos or a time machine. There are so many things that I did that even normal people who get in trouble will never experience. I have done so many things wrong and it seems like with every one thing you do it takes 2 more to make the situation better. I look back and realize how much of a idiot that I was sometimes. Although with a big transition by moving to my dads, I wouldn’t have ever been in this situation. This situation meaning me sitting here and typing this. There is a really good chance that I wouldn’t have switched schools a couple times and landed at Green Mountain High School. Never would have met my best friends Sean and Alex, never would have met some of the most influential people in my life other than myself. There are so many feelings that I have after meeting these people. Friendship is what I have for my two Best friends. They are literally my life. They take up some of my heart man. I mean really no one gets more of me than they do. They are just there for me. Through the thick, thin, to listen, advice, to listen to, to share. Everything they are just amazing kids. They aren’t usually trouble makers but of course like most teens there are some hairy situations that we all get in. As far girlfriends go, I haven’t had a lot over the course of high school. Although there is one. Her name is Korlyn. The feelings that I had for her was the feeling where you just want to be with that person; Like you could be doing the most stupid stuff but you both are just so happy because you are together. The feeling that you always have butterflies and there is always a smile on my face. When I say anything to her I really meant it. There really isn’t a word to describe how much I cared for her. I wouldn’t want to break up with her ever. They day she can find a tear in the ocean would probably be the day. But now it’s all over. There is nothing more between us other than just straight friends. I honestly have never really gotten to know a girl that well before. I knew practically everything about her for the most part. Her likes to dislikes to past to future dreams. I have always been really shy and was never the “cute” guy that girls liked and I went out with all the ugly girls (says everyone but me at the time) and stuff. I have always had the lowest self-esteem from saying that I want to die on art projects in elementary school, to saying that I can’t do anything, constantly crying over little stuff. Then I met Korlyn and I felt like I could be myself. I have told so many lies to some of my past girlfriends. But to her, I tried to be 100% honest with all the time. My feelings towards Korlyn are not something most people come by everyday. Not something that just comes and goes over a night. I would say that the only logical explanation was love. But what is love? I have struggled with this question forever. I have found by myself it to be something like this:

 

Love, is something that cannot be defined or explained in a certain way. It is something that no one can take. But they can twist things and make it break. It is not broken easily with a mature open relationship though. Although when you lose a true love it seems like they took some of your heart with them. I can say that I haven’t had many relationships in my life, and it seems like the ones that mean the most to me is the ones that I screw up the most in. Why is this? I would say it’s because your heart tells you something but your brain another. Resulting in non clear thinking making you screw up (My analogy of this is when people turn to Jello when they are around certain people). A study found that 80% of Americans say that they love someone everyday but only 65% say that they honestly think they mean it when they say it. It’s ironic now that people get married saying that they will be together forever and that even in sickness and health good or bad they will fight for their love, help each other. Now, is that why we have twice as many divorces and we did 5 years ago? When I say: I love you I try to mean it. I mean that I would do anything for you that I would take bullets for you to save your life, much like the secret service for the president. I would put you first, I care about you. Love is to me when I constantly think about a person and can’t stop. I think about them from the moment I wake up ‘till the moment that I’m asleep. That I just want to be with that person, have them close to me; have them be there for me. That’s what love is to me.

 

The bible says that the tongue can control people. Its words can be great or they can cut deep to the soul. It can bring full grown men to their knees crying out. But yet it’s the same thing that we praise God with? I try to say what I mean and mean what I say. But sometimes it’s just so hard.

 

I have to say that I missed out on 2 years of my life. Not many of my friends know what I’m talking about, but for the ones that do, they know its pretty serious. I just got my life back after a long hard battle. Physically and mentally, I’m just glad I had some people there along the way. I’m at the end of a tunnel looking into the light after 2 years of darkness. And all I want are my friends, and one other person (It’s a she and no it’s not Korlyn) right there with me. I’m in the dark of the tunnel without all of them.

 

I could tell you fairytale stories all day long but in the long run this is real life. But there are such things as happily ever after and true love. It’s just hard to come by and hard to get there. I just want a fair chance with the princess and kings to prove I can be a great guy too. Do kings of Christ rock crowns in crowds for what? Nothing. They don’t need to show off what they have. They just have to be themselves, nothing more nothing less. As for my opinion, I have done everything possible to move on from my past. I used to feel like I’m alone in this world just to live life by myself. I have since left that feeling and am now just living life. I guess I try to live life like it comes. I try and walk like a soldier, walk how I talk, regret nothing, don’t take anything you don’t want to hear from anyone. Honestly. I started telling my friends to push me around when they wanted, but I also told them that I was going to fight back. My life seems to be lifting as I come more into the light. The weight of the world as some people call it, is just lifting of my shoulders. Just to say this simply. Walking in the light is better (and easier) than walking in the dark. Like when you are in the dark what can you see? Nothing, and when you can its blurry and everything is scarier. There are shadows, things lurking, its harder. So walking in the light is a way better way to go. You can see where you are going, and where you want to go. There aren’t surprises and you don’t have to live in fear.

 

Also check out some of my other blogs/papers such as Goodbyes, Life. And if you want to check out your status in my life, Check out “500” for my life goals, character traits, friends, music and history that has happened in my lifetime.

 

Peace out

 

Angel ~ Aka Jay Parker

Best Poem In The World

THE BEST POEM IN THE WORLD!

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp–
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well .

I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.

“And why’s everyone so quiet,
so somber? Give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” said He, “they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.”

Judge NOT.

Games

Hey if you wanna check out how to make flash games then you should check out my partner’s site. We both have been writinig in it. Check it out.

Wish You Well

Sometimes love, feels like pain,
And sometimes I wonder if it’s all the same,
Sometimes life, feels just like rain,
‘Cause you never know, when it’s gonna fall down on you

I wish you well, I wish you well,
On this trip to find yourself,
I wish you well, wish I could help,
But I can’t help you find yourself

Sometimes faith, feels like doubt,
And sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever get out,
Sometimes life hurts just like now,
But ya gotta know…it’s all gonna come back around

I wish you well, I wish you well,
On this trip to find yourself,
I wish you well, wish I could help,
But I can’t help you find yourself

Find yourself,….. I can’t help you find your self(X2)

And we were sixteen at the time, nothing could ever change our minds,
We were one step below invincible, and we always fought it
You’ve never been the same, you were so scared to make a name,
Then you threw it all away, and I wish you’d….come back Now

I wish you well, I wish you well,
On this trip to find yourself,
I wish you well, wish I could help,
But I can’t help you find yourself
I wish you well, I wish you well,
On this trip to find yourself,
I wish you well, wish I could help,
But I can’t help you find you

I wish you well, I wish you well,
On this trip to find yourself,
I wish you well, wish I could help,
But I can’t help you find yourself

Find yourself,….. I can’t help you find your self(X2)

Personal Expression

Personal Expression, many people would agree with me when I say that is what keeps the world running. It’s what keeps each individual running, without we would be bored and dull. There are tons of ways of self-expression. Such as: Blogging, Drawing, Talking, Songs, Movies, Hobbies, there are tons. For me I like to write. I can write anything from song lyrics to writing about life then write a blog. There is just so many things to write about, the possibilities are endless and the lives that can or will be effected are endless too. Some of my writings I love to put out there on my blogs or on the internet and my personal websites. Then I almost hope that I change a life or two. If I can save a life from ending, help someone in need, or just simply affect someone by writing my words of wisdom, then one of my life goals is complete. I truly love feedback too. If I write a blog I expect some feedback. I don’t care if it bad or good. I love it. I like to see what people think, things I could do better and things that I could just lay off on. Some of my friends do the same thing. Some of them draw, some of them are just amazing in reaching out to people. That’s what makes the world so different. There is so many variations of people and things they love to do. That allows them make the world go round. I love to see people doing what they love. It doesn’t matter what it is, they are just happy. People being happy is way better than people just feeling like dirt. No one likes to feel depressed and feel like they are in a 50 foot-hole in the middle of Arizona with snakes and scorpions who keep them down. They want to feel like they are living on the top of the world and on the top of their game. They want to know that they are doing something with their life and not just living it in a horrible way. If you are one of those people who are living in a hole and think that they can’t get out. I encourage you to just get out there and do something that you love. I promise that it will be building blocks that will let you get out and lead you to something great in your life. If you are one of those people who are happy and livin’ it up. Then keep doing what you do best and inspire people to do the same.

 

Lastly if anyone wants to suggest future topics feel free cause I am slowly running out. Also if  someone just wants to talk, if they need a ear to listen, a person who actually responds and cares,  and above all is trustworthy. Then just know anyone can come to me.

 

Thanks

 

Angel ~ Aka Jay Parker