Shaun's Design Ideas & Inspirations

UNWISE WORDS OF A RANDOM WHITE GUY

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I know why people love, and I think I know why people hate. But I can't figure out why people love to hate. 

I've heard of a man claiming to be God, and I've heard it said that God became a man, but I've never heard of a man even claiming to understand women. 

When a guy describes anything as, "complicated" it means that he's not half the expert on the subject that he first claimed to be, or that there are women involved (or both).

Sometimes I see women and I think, "Wow, God, you really do exist." But sometimes after I hear them speak I think, "Wow, God, I guess creation is a work in progress.."

I would like to never stop at another gas station for the rest of my life. Hey Technology, what is the hold up?

I used to be a substitute teacher. I don't miss the pay, but I do miss the troublemakers. To all the kids who are not afraid to try to out wit an adult with 20 years + more experience on them, I sincerely hope one day you will beat the odds.

Christmas Morning Poem

Merry Christmas to the one and only, 
who came to this place that was dark and lonely, 
though those who accept you are few,
for them you make everything new

There are no words to describe,
how much love you brought to my life,
let us forever be together,
and leave this world full of strife. 

This world made you shed tears of blood, 
when I think of it I shed tears of love, 
now let me live with you forever above.

He who was humble, the proud he makes stumble,
to this world He is just, all the harsh words he will hush.
Let us not fight, before the King of Peace it's not right.

To the families who are broken,
to all our loved ones whom we've not spoken
let us give up the pride which makes us mean
repent, make amends, and become clean.

To all who enjoy the season,
please remember He who is the reason,
Family, fun, gifts, and good food they cannot compare
to love He will give, if with him, you are willing to share.

{POEM} The Heart of Humidity

[A poem I wrote after my a/c went out in my car with windows that don't roll down]

I care not for this heat,
or the hot winds that churn,
Next to the road I see,
grass fires they burn.

It is not pleasant,
this hot summer breeze,
hotter and higher,
More than 100 degrees!

This weather in Texas,
the forecasts they vex us,
When will it be over?
Probably not till october.

No rain its so dry
"yet so humid" we cry.
The grass has turned orange
So dead and forlorn.

My skin it is crying,
The old folks they're dyin!
Like sweat drops they're falling,
911 they keep calling.

Heat stroke can kill,
No joke I'm for real.
Young or old it doesn't matter
The death toll is shattered.

One moment he's shaking,
Oh no he's fainted!
But this time...
he'll never awaken.

To the One who gives rain,
I shall not complain,
for I know what's on His mind, this weather... it's a sign.

Our maker seeks love,
yet finds only lust,
From men who are not worthy, letting his love turn to rust.

How long will it take,
for them to see?
I guess until,
they lose their A/c.

Hurricanes, tornadoes, droughts and bad weather,
none of this was in His original intentions.

But of the sins that lie within,
are these storms a reflection.