Think_About_Me

#Think_About_Me

It’s convenient to forget

Acting in contradiction to your depth.

Playing solo and doing whatever you want to…

As though unaware that I’ve always got you.

So they don’t understand? Yeah I get it.

And the fact is everybody’s got their limit.

But before you get mad and throw a flesh-happy tantrum

Give me a thought for a second would you hon?

Lately relationships have been a mess and you’re irritated

Till it’s like every moment you hung in there’s been wasted.

You’re working really hard and still they’re giving you grief

Forgiving and appearing cowardly since all they want is beef.

So what’s the point if all your efforts keep biting the dust?

It’s like they owe you but you never stop paying these costs!

So you shut them out; they deserve neither love nor time

But before you made that decision tell me, did I cross your mind?

The question burning in your heart is “Why on earth do I bother?”

Your toil, pain & sweat lies disregarded yet they talk of honest labor.

Well mother always said opportunity comes but once,

And isn’t it the righteous who ought to be taking by force?

So forget the patient dog - you prefer flesh to bones

And it’s fine long as you get what you deserve, they’re on their own.

Because before you ever owned a bed, you imagine they’d all made theirs,

So is this why you revel in your greed and ignore the needy’s tears?

You may be thinking I’m a really hard person to please.

But those who know me would tell you that they disagree.

Please don’t assume you’re the only person stuff happens to

You’ve made me go through much worse…yet still I love you.

I do not want everything – just all of your heart;

‘Cus I could reach everywhere else as soon as I get that.

I’m very much in love with you, though often you think me a pain.

It’s little wonder you keep whining though…when you could just say my name...

It's Just Porn...nothing more.

So you sit there transfixed.

Eyes glued to the screen like old pictures in a photo album.

Before hitting on that play button you glance back over your

shoulder

- like a dude looking out for his wife while holding hands with a hooker -

at your bedroom door, just in case someone might have been peeking.

You've forgotten that the lock was the very second thing you turned as soon as you walked in.

The first thing was that small voice as it still tried to remind you that what you were about to do was ill

- and by that i mean wrong -

but you didn't need to hear any of that. You weren't listening.

So you flipped the switch, turned that off and searched for whatever else was on.

Well your sexual needs were singing, so you tuned in;

Simultaneously drowning out any life the living water tried to drip in.

What's up with all the excitement though, i wonder.

I mean when asked why you 'didn't wanna be bothered' you said you just wanted to chill and watch a movie remember?

Isn't that right? It's just a movie.

But for a plain ol' movie you're kind of acting funny so i'll ask again what all the fuss is about.

Why, i ask you, is there the slightest hint of drool escaping from your mouth?

Why are your palms sweaty, eyes crazy, why's your pulse racing ---

what exactly are you anticipating deary?

Earphones plugged in, eyes on the screen.

The two sensory organs you should be jealously guarding

are the ones you've turned to waste bins.

So now your folly is as ironic as it is kin

to that of he who self-destroys so the problems don't win.

See deceit has always been the devil's game and the game plan isn't changing...

but with all the truth available i'm wondering why you're still the character he's playing.

What i'm saying is a, sin-rich life only makes you a pauper.

I'll bet the dictionary taught you that the term for your actions is pleasure...

but i just wish you could step out of that body and watch how you really suffer.

The video progresses, your hormones get aggressive.

The Holy spirit's trying to warn you but now your God sensors are defective;

so these emotions are taking over - the movie's now your controller -

and it doesn't remotely cross your mind like a wrong answer in an exam paper

that you're sinking yourself deeper into this dungeon of sexual slavery.

Which, by the way, you seem to have made your hangout lately.

So there you are; nervous, overexcited, sweaty and jittery,

Acting like a faulty, revved up car engine;

ready to go---going---GONE! It's already done,

and instead of hands lifted in submissive service to the risen One

you've lent a hand to aid the scum that is 'skin' play the don

and all for what?

Just-a-movie.

16th November, 2013.

(Modified 20th February 2105.)

With love, Jesus.

 xxx, Kwiksie~