I use to believe God was perfect, until Until I started living, then I began to question, how could something so perfect mingle or ever create, something that can never be seen perfect, it's as realistic, as a circus mirror not distorting you, so someone has to be ormitting, if so much is missing. They say I'm weird, but how can normal feel so strange, how can you not be deranged, to arrange pieces of a puzzle, that doesn't even belong, but you expect us to poets to make it fix, see I learned at a young age, stay young minded, because the older you get, the more of a pirate you become, them who stays a lost boy, you try to belittle as less of a man, but he's more man than you'll ever been, but unlike you, I'm a fighter, not a judge, so I expect you to judge me, since you judged her. I know she wasn't the brightest apple, her words can be bitter sweet. But her heart was like no other, so how can she not make the perfect mother.
But I know we judge books by their cover, we judge movies by their director or actors, so I'm teaching how to be the best director & actor, so she has to be able to atleast act your perfect movie, so we can get back our supporting cast, & hope the negligence of your heart, can be filled & pieces to complete this puzzle, won't confuse generations to come, like it confused 1 nation tongue, so we babel with words & rules while you babel with babies who needs their mommy not surrogate judge appointed "mommies" see I'm stopping you making our Children your statistics, by fighting for my seeds I've carried, felt kick, & slept through how dare you, take my children from me, legally, you mother nature spiritually, hurt me physically, with a mallet across my face, took my smiles right off my face, put in them in a system, gave them a #, & not even give her mother an address or a #, you're Lucky I'm not America #1 most wanted, their faces haunts me like dreams having nightmare, knowing I can't talk to them, you try not hearing your mother voice, when you're crying, Everyday I'm dying, trying to convince a public defender in a public world, with ordinary public people, publicly, Taking oaths from God, to tell the truth & nothing but the truth, so tell me, if pastors have done worse than me, how did their children, remain free. Or a better question, how can a judge, judge, & say before God, without having a guilty conscious. He doesn't seem mentally sane, Lets thank God, now, your life doesn't depends on me judging you, as much as you judging me, now, do it?
How can tell a story, you don't know, how can you write another's story you didn't witness, plagiarism I call it, who does it sounds like needs the professional counseling, Only God can counsel this, so Anger management maybe best if you took it, because it has to be hate or anger to take not child but two, divide them like litter, with a grandmother & fossil parents, for the best interest of a child, you liar of the truth, you false prophet, all who says Lord Lord, will not make it through my gates no qoatations or qoute unqoute. Then deny a mother's love & allow a father's love who abandoned his own flesh & blood his birthrights the right to see his children, but doesn't want to, a drug test isn't required because marijuana should be a prescription, so I bill you later, after the return of my legacy, because If their's a price to be paid I'm still paying, Everyday you keep the power & to key to my heart, I have to prove my worth & their worth to me, with tears & heartache, & if you ever a heartbreak you know how it feels to be empty & cracked, no matter how much faith, determination, motivation, inspiration, patience, good heart, you pour the empty it remains, but I'm strange, you can't arrange another's children mommy & child is the only fit, honestly but I just wanted to let the world know, No! Mommy isn't going to stop looking for you DJ & Noah, because King-Wintir needs his big brothers to look up to in a world, that is one big forced puzzle, from a variety of different broken planets, trying to understand the same language. Maybe have you ever thought maybe When it was never God's Plan to ever come to world peace
But without my world how can you ever believe ever be whole if my children is my peace!
