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Akuma_Mitsurugi
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Name: William
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: St. Louis
Birthday: 5/28/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to write poetry and songs (lyrics). I love music, all kinds, even some old school country. Old school like Mearl Haggard, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash old. I love my video games and movies. I love anime, great stuff it is. I like to play basketball, football, and rugby. I love to go fishin' and campin'. I love goin' to jazz clubs...sittin' and chillin'....bobbin' mah head to the music. Hanging with friends, goin' to the movies. That's bout it
Expertise: .......as far as?
Occupation: Other
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
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AIM:  Akuma Mitsurugi
MSN: Akuma.Mitsurugi@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  Akuma_Mitsurugi8402
Member Since:
11/27/2005
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| This poem is actually about my love for the Blues. My favorite blues singer is most definatley Billie Holiday. I have many other favorites but she is definately my favorite. Hopefully the imagedry touches you. There is a poem however beneath everything that is how I feel, so let me know what you think. Blues It's hazy here. Poison and depression fills the air, covering everyone like a blanket.
Scotch on the rocks in hand and a pulse that pumps more than just blood echoing loudly. Everyone nods in understanding and dissatisfaction with some sort of resentment at what cards life has delt them. I nod as well, hurting with a hole as big and deep as the Grand Canyon inside my heart like an unquenchable thirst that will never be quelled.
She puffs away, takes another gulp of alcohol and continues singing. I swear she is inside my head tellin' all my business to a room full of strangers that can't condemn but can only nod. It's hot in here and the stench of cigarette smoke will never come out of my clothes, it shouldn't, I've been here so many times.
Every night we all come, come to collectively wallow in self pity and to hear that woman sing. Lady, Lady is unlike any lady I've ever met. A voice as soft and beautiful as an angel that says two things. She's seen it all and had one too many cigarettes to boot. And even with all of that, somehow she knows my every problem. She knows all of our problems.
Another glass of scotch, another cigarette, another tear, more nods, and a song called Strange Fruit. | | |
| This is a poem I wrote when I actually sat down and watched TV for an hour. I don't normally watch tv. I play video games, i watch every now and then and that's about it. I was doing something the other day, got done early and realized I had a lot of extra free time and figured I'd turn the tv on and man...it was crazy everything I saw. And then my little brother had the day off and all he did the whole day was watch tv and play video games. It wouldn't be an issue if that wasn't what he ALWAYS does, day off or not so yeah.....this is something I feel. Turn IT Off A channel for politics The channel for lies A channel for pornography And mail order brides A channel for history To hope that we'll learn A channel for Christianity And one for Howard Stern A channel for auctioning and setting up bids Letting MTV & BET be the one to raise your kids A channel for food, learning how to cook a feast Mindless drones hooked, walking around obese A channel for cartoons, to help protect the kids Turn it to the next one and you're like "what the crap is this?" A channel for faith A channel for disbelief A channel for strong A channel for the weak A channel for falsities A channel for the real Turn it off America None of it is real. | | |
| This poem is the result of a conversation I had with some people I know, a few of them my friends. One of my friends is in fact gay and he and I had a conversation in which I showed him that biblically, homosexually is wrong, and he said I was closed minded. I then went about my day and had a conversation with someone else about abortion. They asked my opinion and I told them in any circumstance, abortion is murder, period, and they said I was closed minded. And a while back I had a conversation with someone about creation and the "big bang" and evolution, and I told them I believe God created everything and gave everything and us a purpose, and that we aren't just an accident or a result of a cosmic experiment and they too called me closed minded. So yeah, this poem is the result of all that, I hope you enjoy it. Ceasing To Evolve Closed minded? I'll be that if that's what you're going to call me.
If close minded means refusing to compromise and lower my standards to a set of morals that I morally and biblically concieve to be morally absent, then close minded I am.
If close minded means to embrace the idea that all life is precisous, even that of an unborn baby before a suction tube becomes the contractions that cause it's birth, then yeah, I'll be close minded.
If being close minded means refusing to be like every other stereotypical black man who wants nothing for his self and has no contructive dreams or ambitions, where the only thing he wants to do is be a thug or go about it the wrong way. Who doesn't have a job, integrity or respect and is always womanizing, booty chasing, 40 drinking, blunt smoking and club hopping, then by all means, I'll be close minded.
If being closed minded means that I believe a relationship, a marriage, should consist of an Adam and an Eve, not an Adam and a Steve, and that being proud to be a homosexual, as well as the unstable "stability" that two same sex parents think they can give an adopted child is wrong, then yes sir, I'm close minded.
If closed minded means I believe that God created this universe and everything in it in 7 days and that we didn't just evolve from a "big bang" somewhere in outer space and that we didn't evolve from gorillas, chimpanzees or cavemen, and that Jesus wasn't just a "good man" or a "prophet" but that he was and is the unrivaled Son of God, is both God and man at once, and is a part of the trinity and that there is only one way to get to heaven and that's by believing in his name and modeling our lives after him, then close minded I shall be.
I cease to evolved, I refuse to conform, and I will no compromise. | | |
| Sorry this is alittle late, this is a poem I wrote for Easter and was able to recite at church on Sunday. Tell me what ya'll think about it and what you think. Hopefully ya'll like it. Easter Close your eyes for a second and let me have you stop and think, see I want you to hear the clink of a hammer hitting a spike, blood spurting inches into the air with each strike. I want you to hear his strangled breath, ragged and worn like a boxer’s after a title fight. Lungs contracting & expanding spasmodically trying desperately to grasp a bit of oxygen and feed it to ravenous energy hungry muscles. In Greco Roman tongues they curse, condemning a man who “is not a crook.” One more spike, penetrating cartilage between ankle bones. “Hoist him up” they say as the raise him high, setting him on a mockery of a throne and elevating him into shame. Stark naked, underwear gambled away in a game of craps, the games hustlers play, hustling the son of God out of dignity, honor and respect. A crown of thorns, not gold sitting on his head, it’s hard to see with blood in your eyes. A heart muscle beating rapidly to replenish a lost reserve of life essence. But don’t get it twisted, see in crucifixion one doesn’t just bleed to death, but on the contrary, you suffocate, lungs crushed like a paper bag under the weight of your own body, so if you don’t want to choke and you can’t breath, you have to push up on the spike that’s through your ankle. Denied 3 times by the very student he saw the most potential in 3 times before the rooster crowed only to look up at Peter with the silence of “I told you so” written all over his face. But here’s the flip side to the whole thing, not once did he complain and stop the whole ordeal. God in man form and yet he held back every ounce of his power and instead did nothing but forgive. Some heard him say “ Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” Now I don’t know about you but if that’d been me, I’d have killed me some Jews. Completely smited them from the land with my right hand but you have to understand that God is love, and so Christ’s heart ached liked a parent watching their child go astray, forgetting all the life lessons they were taught. So distraught, Jesus died not from asphyxiation but from a broken heart. Screaming into the blacken sky, “ Eli! Eli! lema sabachthani? My God, My God why have you abandoned me? Now I want you to picture a little nappy headed boy about the age of 9 in a hot polyester Easter suit. Who, somewhere between the bunnies, chocolate, candy, and them funky little tied dyed eggs associated the meaning of Easter with, “what am I getting in my Easter basket?” Staring at a blue and white CD player through the transparent plastic. See it’s not about some silly rabbit running around talking about “Trix are for kids”, no ignorance is for kids, we know what Jesus has done for us but we don’t do what he did. Sacrifice is Easter, love is Easter, Celebration is Easter. Celebrating our Savior, Thanking him for paying a bill that no amount of blood, sweat, tears or money could have ever paid. Celebrating the only person in history to bring themselves back from death. So that’s why we dance, and clap, and shout, and laugh and sing because Our Savior has returned and just like the movie, we too can celebrated the Return of The King. | | |
| my adoring fans......all..0 of you...i'm sorry I've been away, i totally forgot my xanga as I pursued the passing craze of myspace. Well well..let's see..what's new with Will? 1. I got a promotion. This happened around, december, shortly after I left. I am now the Community Center Outreach Director. Basically I my job is to try to get people to come to our church through our open gym program and through outreach events. LIKE THE BLOCK PARTY WE'RE HAVING APRIL 7TH AT 3:00 PM....SO IF YOU'RE IN THE SOUTH SAINT LOUIS AREA...YOU ARE OBLIGATED TO COME! 2. Lariesha and I are still together. 7 months strong....sometimes it feels like we're married and have been so for years..but...i guess true love is when that "high, cloud 9" feeling is gone, that's when true love begins. We're alot closer than we were in the past, it seems like we grow closer everyday. And we're in our, second fight right now. I won't go into details but it's all a learning experience I will tell you that. And sometimes, ...naw scratch that...most of the time it's better to just let them have their way..and let them think they're right rather than argue. lol 3. ..i am still in the praise band...still doing adventure corps...still doing young adult bible study. I got discipleship classes now and man...life can be busy and tiring. Well......i really can't think of too much else.....i guess stuff hasn't changed as much as I thought. Take care folks..and God bless | | |
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