Skip to main content

Floyd Cramer The Best "One thing for sure..."

GOD LOVES ME! Yes, that is a fact, I know for sure.
Yes, the mystery is solved. You hate my guts! Thoroughly, so much so, you don't want to see any good thing happen for me, ever.
There exists one great problem, you are not GOD!
Yes, you obviously hate GOD. Refusing to ever tell the truth about anything, is the same as hating GOD.
Lying to people, deliberately blocking their blessings, just because you can, is not a good path. 
 You shall always Rage! Spew venom, and practice cruel atrocities. Mainly you shall have to Lie, Lie, Lie!
You will have to pretend something went wrong, that you didn't get the message , when you had your dimwitted mother,  driving all over Georgia, trying to help you make a movie.
The truth is, You changed your mind. You felt that your mother was too talented, that she would somehow outdo you.
Your envy and jealousy made you lie. Plus, you have always lied to your mother. She is so stupid, naive,  much too easy to fool.
Well, with your help, she will be dead soon. 
Of course she is expensive, a burden.
 So were you! The word is : RECIPROCITY!!!
It means RECIPROCAL- Google it. It means you do for me, the same way I did for you. 
I was never a hateful, begruding , resentful mother. 
I was certainly as loving,  and compassionate as an intelligent mother could be.
Yes, you were wanted, highly desired. Never in a million years did your choice for the one parent,  you can sincerely love , would be him.
So, it is. Love him out loud! Love him fiercely!
 Of course you should forgive him. 
Volunteering to become a predatory, pathological liar, like him, you shall soon discover ,was a poor choice.
One good thing about IT!
At least now I know.
Cool.
GOD still loves me.
Sure, I'm old. Am I useless?
 Can you keep kicking me, picking at me, stunting on me, deliberately grinding me into dust?
 Immediately laughing behind my back. Clapping your hands, squealing like a pig.
Hating me! 
Singing! 
Delighted to carry out satan's bidding.
Your blood curdling scream; "I Didn't Ask To Be BORN!!!",  isn't a valid excuse for lying and backstabbing.
True, I may go to bed tonight and never get up again.
Cool.
I've had a good life.
It's been wonderful, despite the imps,  and dullards,  I loved too much , too long.
Am I shocked? In shock? Yes I am. Was your deep, undercover evil,  ever necessary?
I don't think so.
I know I'm no dog.
Despise me if you wish.
Just know that I did graduate 37th out of 637 graduates.
I did pull myself up by my own bootstraps. I did escape am undercover troll, a sick SADIST!
I did enjoy a stellar career as a brilliant teacher!
Was I foolish?
Did I get talked out of pursuing my dream of publishing my great novel?
No!
I've written tons !
I've written something fantastic, something that blows my own mind, every day!
How?
Why?
IT IS SPIRITUAL!
I  have nothing to do with IT!
BEAMING!!!
Am I now nothing?
Being deeply hated and resented, doesn't make me nothing.
I'm still talented and gifted.
Hated.
Yes,  I'm deeply hated and regarded as filth.
A filthy nobody, 
a nothing,
worthless,
nothing,
too dumb to know when to die.
Too dumb to keep my Black face out of places, where I am clearly not wanted.
I remain unwelcome , while you brag about how they love you.
I'm proud to say, I still shall not lie.
Hate me for the skin I'm in,
My Art,
My gifts,
Go ahead.
Pretend I don't exist,
never made a difference,
came here,
lived and died,
A NOTHING!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Cold Sweat (1967 Version) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!

YES! I should have known better but, I didn't. I had just won a house, solid red brick, huge on a half acre of land.   World, it was beautiful, my own little paradise! So beautifully decorated. One room, my "Ego Room" lined with plush blood red carpeting, double coushioned, huge windows that looked out on an Apple tree. My backyard was lined with beautiful shurbery. Not only was I enjoying my perfect paradice, I was young! BEAUTIFUL if I must say so myself. Tiny, petit, one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Hair luxurious. Shape like a Coke bottle! I only had one problem; my birthER; a low slut named martha jane walters! HORROR UNLEASHED!!! Chill, the bitch is dead, done rotted and gone back to the hell s/he escaped. Yes, the stanking whore actively  stalked me for sixty-two years.  No more BITCH! You DEAD! LET YOUR DEAD ASS STAY DEAD! I do have one question, where did you find that fucking "thang", you deliberately manipulated me into marrying? You going to H...
Post a Comment
Read more

THE RASCALS - GROOVIN ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON.wmv

AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!  When I tell you, Dear Children; "GOD is Good all the time! All the time GOD is good!" That is real, that is Not just what I've been taught. I have lived it, my entire life.  I know it for myself! Please understand, that statement doesn't mean you shall not have struggle , your whole life. It merely means, no matter what,  old lying, envious, jealous evildoers,  throw at you, The HOLY SPIRIT  shall deliver you.  All you have to do is ask. No, you don't have to be a "good person" or a "Christian in good standing", in order to be delivered from the clutches of your many enemies, seen and unseen.  By "good person" I mean,  what this World means; you go way out of your way to prove to the preying eyes of the public, to the "wo/men" in charge,  how perfect you are.  You follow ALL of the rules. You shall never disappoint your oppressors by actually thinking for yourself. You love impressing your oppress...
Post a Comment
Read more

I BELIEVE!

AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!  What do evil doers do , when they get caught red handed? They RAGE! They Lie! They blame! They "Cut-the-evil-demonic-fool"! They cut, they shoot, bludgeon! Crucify! Mainly, they DENY! DENY! DENEY! Then they turn to extreme hate! They block you! Take all your fiends, foes and family. They laugh! They brag about how ell they are winnining. Yes, they love to pick on children, infants, the poor, the elderly and most certainly , all Messengers of GOD's Holy Truth.   They run for Conjure! Wo/men like my "birther", shake "Dust". Low,  fallen whores , like my "mother", would rather wipe their filthy, nasty, stanking ass, in a letter,  and mail it to her only daughter, before they will dare humble themselves and ever admit the Truth. Skanks! Low skanks! Refuse to read! Refuse to study! Thieves! Thieves , still too vacuous to know what they stole. They say ; "Misery loves company". Lies you tell; Misery, MAKES comp...
Post a Comment
Read more