How Much My Buzz Weighs

Carrying the weight
Only the Savior could take.
Weight Made for Oxen to take.
You have it too.
That's why I married you.
You came to this Country,
To control that,
Because feelings matter to You
Like a Baptism
Of Heavy Breathing
We both came prepared
To make love with each-other
Each-other a Savior.
You almost forgot my Face
Or was that your Yoke?
"You have the Savior's Face."

Trail of desire,
Pulling us in,
Like a trail of Candy.
Now we're feeling lazy.
They've drugged us.
Thought it felt like Candy.
Now that I've found a better place,
Change my name,
Change my medicine.
Think We'll sit in the shade.
I'll talk about how much my "feelings weigh"
And things that have to do with the body,
And the luck we have with desire,
Hoping you're still my Savior
And how I only need this one plate.  
Right now, I'm eating alone,
Terrified
Because this poem is great,
But I'm not extremely overweight.
Written by Shayla D. Smith

What We Fell For

Recycling lines
Rewriting the same songs since time.
Ringing around the yards and streets.
Never want to see that place again.
After what death has retrieved after you crucified Me.
Feeling exactly the same for you as you do for me.
Not going to tare my heart out to leave you satisfied before you leave.
With a memory you'll soon replace with someone else's face.
Places we haven't gone.
What we didn't mean enough of was what traitors stole from us.
And what I spoke, you fell in love with, was what you thought was from another, because you were too high.
You believed your Wife was my Sister.
When you "Forgot" what your  Wife looks like.
I'm sorry, I thought you loved me.
You didn't want to brake my Sister's heart.
She killed your's and then took off, just ran away.
Mine hurts for you.
You'll do the same.
Just run away.
And you know why....?
Because I'm out of shape.  
And because I love enough that
I couldn't really come back.
She is gone.
Taken.
 For the Next Life and another cloud,

I Stay Hardly Touched

Crying because Christ made my heart so beautiful,
And I can now call that beauty a part of me,
Holiness found from the power of forgiveness.
Risen and unearthed from a betrayal from divinity.
God was my Teacher.
With the power of drops of love from within.
How the heat threatened to drain and take that from those knees,
Throwing itself around.
I hurt,
I can hardly see,
hardly hear,
I am hardly touched,
Was "kidnapped",
I give life.
Music now rocks me to sleep.
It's little baby.
Protected, escaped a greater decay.
It's often a fear,
So loud,
Wisdom, has everyone cashed in on?
A Sacrifice?
Forgetting to give a big enough portion to Me?
To Survive?
Thinking relationships and love holds some Skeleton Key?
Oh, how that day of Truth hurts and torments.
I got to go,
Let's check and see.
Nothing else Today, please.

A Man Named Cane

Something Rotten.
They Didn't finish it.
He finished himself.
I like the truth better, now.
 
A Man Named Cane


I saw a Man I thought could be  Cane, Today.
I think it's the End for my Family Tree.
God let Me kill myself.
He found he was like his Mother.
He took an apple from a Tree.
Killed a sacrifice,
So to speak,
And after had a Great Big Family.
Elders were so jealous they all were taught to hate him.
Yes, this Man might have killed his brother,
But in many ways he was just a Gardener who took an apple from a tree.
Walked the Earth spreading secrets and lies of Satan uncovering them for the Light if people would see.
You see When Cane fell ,Satan told him all his counterfeits for his miracles, training, paths, and lines.
He lost his luxury and was cursed from the Earth.
Even though in a way he was a King.
Doing a job so essentual to Eternity.

I don't know if He hates himself because of his sacrifice?
But I know how it feels to be misunderstood.
To have a hope inside that you are a good person,
Even though there are voices around you telling you that you are hurtful,
When most of what you have is just a legacy,

God kept him here on Earth,
Even though he destroys the '"Too Evil",
No matter what anyone says,
It hurts to be wise and religious ,give something to God, and be Misunderstood.

He Saw his brother kill an animal,
 It hurt to watch,
So, He gave some fruits and vegetables as a safer and cleaner sacrifice and he had it refused.
After that, being angry He decide to sacrifice his brother.
He got punished more than you care to stand or anyone dares to realize.
But he is an example of the repentance process and what we suffer if we shed Human Blood.
I hope that Cane is forgiven for Killing his Brother.
Written by Shayla D. Smith

A Finger Through the Cage

So, before you go call your Lawyer,
Realize it's probably a spiritual thing.
While you're looking at the remains of rehab,
And wanting to kill Me,
I'm Helpless, gaining weight,  and they're feeding Me while I sleep.
My life has been full of my weight fluctuations.
Right now, I wish people would care a little bit more about what I looked like in tights, yesterday.
Your feelings seem guilty.
I've been punished everyday.
You need to check the number.
Maybe you crossed your fingers,
Because your core is burning?
We called the Police several times.
It's pouring injustice.
Fire, and God's going in to save Us.
It's Tuesday, Wednesday,
Supper's On.
Don't you see, "God, I love You,
Otherwise I wouldn't feel like I had to live with this Abuse!
And I'm Overweight, "Now."

Information for a Beat Called,"Lovers or Loners."

I think Weakness
Can be killed
With 2 Songs

They called Freedom feeling
Emotions hot and deep
Letting go could kill Us
And might be forgiven
When trained to not make out the words
Listen to two Songs
At the Same time
Creating a heart beat

Now, I see those were my Savior
Overtime for me
24 hours for those who needed discipline
WE Had a gift for wanting to please
Would work until I could hardly feel it
 Until I'd fall asleep.
Taking in notes
When the mind only hears Static.
Yet, I'm writing you information and the beat.

Saying, "Love one another as I have loved you."
"Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."
I have been faithful..... Good luck to You.
You clearly have some repenting to do, but see you in the next life.
Written by Shayla D. Smith