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Since I am posting about music, song lyrics, and playing guitar
I thought I would share this Acoustic Guitar for kids from
Amazon. Looks like a great deal and I have been wanting to
get my granddaughter started with lessons on the guitar.
These littler guitars would be perfect for her or any
other child around her age to begin playing on.
The Mistaken Jesus
Written by Justin Hurst
Revised and Typed out
by Christa Bruns
“The Mistaken Jesus” title above is the name of one of Justin’s poems. He has got stacks of poems, along with more stacks of songs that he has written and composed. With many of them being really good! I admit that I am not quite as big a fan with poetry as I am with songs. A lot of poetry I have just never understood really. As opposed to music where I am completely comfortable with editing an entire song if the opportunity arises.
But whether it be poetry or song lyrics, Justin is definitely more talented than I am when it comes to writing. Especially more talented when it comes to putting words to a song to an actual song. I can sit down and come up with words that I believe sound good for a song. Now to actually have to sit down and put those words to some song notes or make them go with a chorus, and I am completely at a loss.
Now he can sit down with his guitar and come up with the lyrics, chorus, and everything else needed to publish yourself a brand new, never before heard, catchy song! With his actual songs that he has written for his album one day, we are waiting to actually put on here because of the copyright issues. Going to have to do some learning on that subject before I start promoting him or anyone else in the music industry!
So anyways I hope that some of you may like the poems I am putting on my blog. I will be trying to put at least one out each week. Depending on how well people do like them I guess. So please remember to follow me on my blog or my social sites if you do like anything I am putting out there. I am new to all of this. And I am trying to learn all about it as I go. And basically do it myself. So forgive me if something is crazy on my site, or if my blogs seem a little random and crazy! I am trying to find my own little way in all of this world of websites and blogs.
Thank you for reading!
The Mistaken Jesus
He bled for:
the broken, the poor, the mauled, the maimed, the less fortunate, the bottom of the barrel, and even the murderer and the scum. It’s my pleasure to say, his blood was shed, even for the common bum.
Children of god is not always a pretty sight. Isn’t always perfect white teeth, their smiles so smooth and bright. Not always what you expect, the difference just a slight… A different picture hairline fracture, Let your imagination capture…
The truth, nothing more, nothing less, The truths really a wreck I guess. Gods beautiful creations, I must confess, are a complete hopeless mess!The truths not so pretty, not a maybe or I guess.
It’s a baby being sold on the black market, or the homeless not being fed! Or a soldier being put to death, on live TV, for all to see, poor poor seth or beth! As we all lazily yawn, right before dawn, they put poor seth to sleep, the execution style death.!
As he takes his last breath; A baby’s brains are bashed in, then thrown in a dumpster, all because its mother was too young and the father had done left.
You won’t find jesus on TBN, CNN, or these souped up tricked out churches. Your better off with the murderers and thieves, or even hypocritical Churches!
While I wrote this, a thousand babies died, enough to fill a warehouse of hearst’s!
..Jesus will always be, where the most evil spirits dwell.creeping along the streets blending in with the foulest of smells, Where the hookers pimp yells, the gangsters corpses are decorated with empty slug shells,
The rich, richest, and richer, swell from retail, Men rape women and children, disregarding gods words regarding the female!
. Where evil lurks, the son of man smirks! Where heartaches are welcomed and even provoked! The sons biography and fathers glorious words are spoke.
Where he is, there is no regret or dread. Only faith and free will, or the son who rose from the dead! So grab and recognize, what to look for when wonder sends a poke! See the world for what it really is, this ain’t no fucking joke!
He came and went, being slain, our debt he paid!
our king of kings, lord of lords, a tomb he was laid!