Calling my name

Sometimes I hear them all calling my name. They all lure me in. sometime quickly...sometimes slowly. What is this voice? Who is this voice? What is this familiar sound and ring. it's not quite a voice but yet i don't know anyother way to explain it.

i think it's the voice of my enemy. it's the voice of my persecutors. but wait...who are my persecutors and why do they hate me? i know why...they hate me bc i'm chosen. yes, oh wait, they hate me bc God made me.

So putting a name-to a face-to a voice- Name: Satan. commonly disguised as my persecutors. (cigerattes, promiscuity, lust, perfection, rebellion, stubborness, self-hatred which is surrounded by twisted self-love, Alcohol [me and Cuervo can have some pretty good chats at times], judgement, compromise).

So i say "help, help. Can anybody hear? Does anybody care." Does a friend care enough to say "bad idea man, bad idea"?

I had these thoughts the other day about the people i call "friend." Not one was really bold enough to tell the uncomfortable truth to save my life...at the risk of losing our friendship. No one said..."wait!" don't buy that patron and don't touch the grey goose...you're gonna screw up your life.

Now i'm fine, I've spent sometime realigning myself where i need to be...but not really any thanks to a few friends. ouch! i know that stings. truth is truth. it's thanks to the faithful in my life