The Immor(t)alsI wonder if Elvis ever got tired of his leather pants-More Like This
of the way his hips swayed
and seemed to say,
touch first, baby, ask later.
Did he ever find the wandering hands of hungry spectators
Did Marilyn Monroe ever regret her flapping dress-
the billows of white fabric waving cheekily
at any man who watched?
Did she ever want to climb down from her pedestal?
shrug off her enchanted girdle
in favor of more common rags?
If they could see us now,
would they laugh at our obsessions?
Or would they warn us-
Heaven or HellMore Like This
I am God.
My home is full of brightness and love, full of people with smiles that greet you at the front gates made of gold. You walk in, and they give you a white robe, and they start to sing a song of praise. You smile, and little girls come up to hug you. One grabs your hand and leads you down a golden road, where there are harps and angels, and the place is full of joy. You sit on a cloud, and you realize that you no longer know hunger, pain, or thirst. You are happy, and you cry tears of joy, for you know you are free.
Jesus is my only son who I sent to save you from your sins. By asking him into your heart, confessing your sins, and believing I died for you, you will be forgiven and brought into the gates of heaven.
You get up and start shouting of joy that you can’t contain, and pick up a little angel and start singing amazing grace. Your heart fills with joy as you see your brother coming to sing with you. He has the biggest smile as he pa