don't dance with the devil

don't idolize the beast

as you listen to his music

he will make your life his feast

if you listen to the dark

the dark becomes your life

playing songs of sorrow

he alters your life

don't dance with the devil

don't dance the deadly

don't idolize the beast

as he plays his medley

if you listen to the dark

the dark becomes your life

playing songs of sorrow

he'll snuff out your light

playing songs of sorrow

with an entrancing beat

the devil binds you

as he lays you at his feet

Written by: Sunceray Salazar

Date: 11/22/2024

Snap! Crackle! POP! Let's have an EXPLOSION! Death drums beat sending out the signal as ribbons of hot molten lava spread rapidly The heat of hell is all-encompassing as the devil begins his Rap it's a party up in here and I have become the devils playground thoughts of mayhem floods my mind feeling oh so divine oh the wicked crimson crimes that race through my mind who shall fall to be my victim my eyes captures my prey oh how I wish to make them pay all the ways I would sinfully play excite me in such a wicked way But then I begin to pray and pray fighting back against the devil pushing him down pushing him away keeping my self-safe and sane one more day.

Our ancestors came to these lands somewhere in the seventeen centuries trying to escape religious prosecution. Now after all these years we face religious prosecution once more not by people in our own land. However, by people from another country. The united states have always been about respecting religious freedom for all. And the united states will never stand for anyone prosecuting its people's vast beliefs. Never in the History of the united states have we been faced with people from another country coming here under the guise of being refugees to turn around and attack us. To see them doing the same in other countries is appalling, frightening and heart-wrenching. Becuase for the first time in history our country has to close it's border's to refugees many innocent people to protect many of OUR innocent people. The protection of our land's our people will always come first. for if we bring in refugees and those pretending to be refugees as well. To come here and start wars on our soil than we have done the worst for us, and for any other refugees. for we are not saving them from what they are running from. We are bringing what they are running from to our soil to our homes our families and then where do any of us run. What do you want your kids to have to live through? Think with your minds not just your hearts I know it can hurt, sometimes we have hard decisions to make. Don't stick your heads in the sands and try and not see the cold hard truths for if you do life will not only kick you in the ass but it will hurt your children to. don't hurt their future. Our People our freedoms we have all fought so hard to have our peace we cherish is worth a little heartache. We are worth protecting. And don't blindly hate a man if he is right, stand behind him! I don't like trump but I like war even less.

Sinking, reality shifts.

I see without seeing, yet seeing. 

What is is not, what was is now. Irregular heartbeat skips. 

The fingers of the devil dances within my rib cage, sliding like heavy serpents around my organs, threatening to smother me from within. As seens of sins plaid upon my flesh come to rest on the darkest recesses of my mind taking me away from here to there my soul not to be spared. A nightmare a daymare a dreammare or a life - mare that Stills me from the here and now to take me there. Emotions rise like waves over  the pain of yesterdays a shift a sound as I scream only to find myself back in the here and now. With rage I must swallow.

I woke up today, like any other day and ran through it like every other day.

Thoughts spinning through my head about all the things I wish for, things I want to do, things I need to get done, as I was doing the must get done. Many times throughout my days I wish for a healthy happy family life, something at this time I seem to be struggling with. Not that my family life is all that bad, in some ways, it's getting to where I want it to be, but like most people I have a few teens that wish to live like hermits in their rooms. I have grown up kids running around much like myself trying to get that life they dream of. So having the full happy healthy dream life family well it's kind of disjointed right now, but today late in the evening all the sudden my family my healthy happy family came to life, as my son went out to rake the leaves in the yard from the storm the day before or well the tornado that came close be. my youngest daughter went out and swept the leaves off the porch and out of the driveway my oldest daughter's who are living with me right now chose to pitch in and clean house with me, and for a moment I stood there in wonder and joy of the moment the sweet precious moment, of me having that sweet healthy happy family working together as a family. Now I know this is not like some painted picture of that dreamscape that paints that perfect smile, but this to me is the most beautiful moments in my life. It's the best gift that reaches to the core of me and makes it so I will smile for days.

Ok, I feel that the U.S. needs to upgrade all its public bathrooms with stalls you can not peek in. Now china has things I don't much like about their bathrooms. However, their stalls are better than ours. We should all be able to go to the toilet without worrying about someone just peeking in at us. And I feel that men's bathrooms should have stalls around the urinals as well, No one! man or woman should have to expose them selfs, in public same-sex or not. I feel the stalls should go all the way down to the floor or, no more than one inch off the floor. They should be taller than a tall man in height. So no one could peek under or over the stalls. And they most definitely need to bring back mandatory toilet covers, and until they do. You women that like to do the hover, pick up the toilet seat like a man before you do, and put it down when your done hovering.

There was a time, I was so into Stephen King. I read many books of his, I had just finished a book written by Stephen King and Peter Straub called "The Talisman". Right after I set it down I passed out on the couch. It was midafternoon, mid-summer day, in desert land. Needless to say, mind-sucking, life-draining hot. Upon entering rem sleep, I entered into the most amazing dream. I was an Author about to receive the Pulitzer Prize for best in Fiction. My ride was a beautiful Ferrari, red of cores. Upon exiting the car my eyes went straight to the grand glass building so beautiful a place filled with flora, crystal chandeliers, red carpets, marble floors everything so perfectly pictures even the day was perfection. All the people dressed to the nines women dripping with jewels, some with feathers, some like me simply chic. Men in all styles of suits, fine shoes, classy cufflinks. You get the picture. filing into a stunning spacious room taking our seat's a soft roar of electrified voices filled the air echoing off the walls to fill every empty space left in the room. Just as the event was about to begin everything started to grow dark, all eyes went up to the glass domed ceiling just on the other side of the glass, storm clouds not rolling in subtly, but forming right there over our heads, so quickly it was fascinatingly frightening. Everyone got up and filed right back out of the building. Once outside all eyes went straight back up to the ever darkening sky. I could not help but think this is wrong, so wrong! skies do not do this! What is going on? Just then Stephen King shows up in the sky he a god, and we his helpless victims, set on a path of sure destruction of mind or body!

Just then my phone RINGS! and wakes me from this HeLL! I found myself in, I had never been so happy to be woken up by a phone in all my life! Never had I been so happy to wake to see my shack of a house. My torn jeans and shabby shirt. I raced to the phone picking it up gasping out GOD Bless you! I was about to die or go mad! The deep voice on the other side asked me "are you alright?" I told my friend I was having the worst possible nightmare. One I don't think I could have and live a normal life after. He asked, "what was it about?" I told him I had a nightmare that Stephen King was god. He told me to stop reading Stephen King. As he laughed.

Just felt like sharing a funny true story of what happens, if you read to many books of one Author in a row.

I prayed for god to remove the devil from my soul,my heart,my flesh, and from my blood. I prayed for god to enter me, my home, and my family for him to make us whole,strong and to keep us safe from harm,to help us grow strong in his ways. I prayed that he would open my children's eyes to him and to make them whole, and bring them to him. I prayed to my Father in heaven through his son Jesus Christ my saviour. It was a lot longer prayer this was the beginning of it. I named every person, and what I wanted to happen for them. I put all my soul into every word. And with great amazement, I was blessed to see god hard at work, for it took no time for him to start answering my prayer.

I saw god, not in body but truly in action answering every word of my unselfish prayers. And I learned god truly loves unselfishness. It's one thing to have someone preach to you, it's a whole nother thing to experience it. And see God in action.

You rise and fall with me in erotic waves 

Giving all our love 

Desperately we dance 

Until there is nothing more but us and our love 

To fill to see to sense 

Nothing more than love 

Laughter joy tenderness and peace 

We're free

I save you, and you save me 

My best friend My Lover

My husband, Your wife 

With you I find Eden 

Every day of our life.