My Parables

We had such a good time. She made me known to everyone how good I was. I was loyal to her ways telling others about how good she was. She was “killing me softly.” Because of this, I and she were tight. If I was a disciple, I was not Judas but John the beloved. I knew her ways. Her ways had become my ways. She fed me on her words that were deceptive but good for the ear. I had my way at life which was liberty. She let me do anything with her. I had no reservations in my actions after all having them was not her kind of language. We didn’t even have to make an agreement or swear allegiance to one another. Why do all that when all I needed was to do things my way. She liked it that way because her ways had become my ways. Late in the night, while the rest of the world went to sleep I stayed up giving her company. We danced together in the company of other followers singing praises of “life is short; enjoy it while you still can….bla blah.”I mean birds of a feather flock together. I put...

The act of being part of something wrong is distasteful. I have my lines call them boundaries clearly cut out. Never to do certain things that I perceive as pleasures of this world. Failed to see any example of what an ideal man should be now I am writing my own story of what a real man should be. All those that have existed before me were not real men they seemed to be less of men. Not just in accomplishments but in character as well. I mean, if all are not worthy then what options do I have. I take my time to think through my actions conscious of making the same mistakes that others before me have made. I am not about to go down the same path with so much loud talk about what they have achieved and little or nothing to show for it. I have no kind words for anyone who compromises with this fast moving world. You are either on the same wave length with me or we don’t roll together. Ask people around they will perfectly describe to you who I am for example they say I am humble, hardw...