FireWriter is FireMan by Wendell Hockaday Jr. (children's ebooks online .txt) 📖

“True Story”

You ready to hear my voice,
You wana see me talk?
Well I’m young and black,
So I’ll probably end up being outlined in chalk.
Oh wait a minute I forgot,
I already got shot and died twice.
And let me tell you people, I didn’t see no bright light.
But GOD brought me back for a reason,
And I’m a let my voice shine.
I give all honor to Jesus,
Because he gave me some more time.
I was bangn real hard,
Fighting, and shooting too!
So when I got shot in the chest with an SKS,
I felt like I was just getn my do.
I lost my spleen, on of my kidneys, and about 70 pounds too.
My wife was pregnant with my daughter and nobody thought I would come out of my coma.
Except for my mother,
She prayed and fasted for about 3 days straight.
When I finally came to,
I had demons in me, and I had to spit them out.
I swear this is not a lie;
But they flew straight in my nurses mouth.
They made me sign a waiver for the spit that came out.
So they could test me for HIV.
She didn’t catch HIV,
Cuz I didn’t have the disease.
But she caught some thing just as bad,
The demon that was inside me.


1/10/10

Accomplished


“Do U Help people or Your China Cabinet?”

I keep my pen real close and my pad beside my bed, cuz I can’t sleep when these words are in my head. I thought I was just helping myself when I write these words down, but I can help people all over the world with out making a sound. Your whole focus in life should be to believe in GOD and help some one less fortunate than you, so once I give you this knowledge its up to you what you do. You know the people on the corner that are always begging for some change, try buying them a sandwich instead; now that’s using your brain. You now when your mad at some one because they really, really did you wrong. If you would just forgive them that pain can be gone. I know this world is crazy and nice guys usually finish last. But take it from me, wouldn’t you rather have your soul then a little bit of cash? If all you want out of this life is money and material wishes, you’ll never be satisfied just spiritually alone with nice dishes.

1/10/10


“Lets Go!”

Okay its time again, let me see where I’m a go: maybe to Texas or Acapulco in the snow. Maybe to Alaska, I hear they’ve got grizzly bears up there; So if I don’t get to see my kids again, maybe I’ll get eaten by a bear. Or maybe to Saturn, I hear that planets got rings surrounding; Or maybe to Jupiter, I hear the eye can be astounding. Or maybe to heaven-Oh wait you have to talk to GOD first. So maybe to hell-oh wait I don’t wana burn. But where ever I go, I’ll take you my readers with me; Because I feel like yal understand, and most of yal kinda get me. People don’t need money just so they can go some where, all they need is hope and faith, and that alone one day will take you there.


1/11/10


“Therapy 2”

I’m a tell yal straight up, I ain’t got no lie to tell. All I got is my writing and that is keeping me from hell. I just put the Sade cd in, now its time for me to go to work with my pen. I use to love being in love, but got dang love broke me down. I know I’m not suppose to say this, but I cut my wrist and jumped in a hot bath. I wanted to bleed out cuz I felt like the pain would always last. I was so stupid then and I think the heavens I ain’t die. Cuz GOD only knows, I would of went to hell and fried. From time to time I touch and look at my scars; this was three years ago, since then I almost died when I wrecked my car. Suicide isn’t a way out, its just a way to hell. I got 4 kids to take care of and them I will not fell. I’ve looked death in the face all my life; So now I just wana take care of my kids and find a new wife. So if you’re out there and you’re reading this; just know you are not alone. Just call Jesus on the main line and you don’t even need a phone.


1/11/10


“I know I’m Great”


I know I'm great
I'm not scared to put my life on a page.
Every thing I write about is true
Other people are scared to write the way I do.
I tell you what’s been done to me
I tell you what I've done.
I be ashamed but, like I say I'm not scared to put my life on a page.
You can look at my face and tell I'm meant for greatness
I got a huge ego, and I don't care who know.
Its easy for me to write, and I'm gona get a lot of doe
what I'm doing write now is just practice.
I'm not suppose to be alive
people who have gone through what I have usually die.
I'm a change the world and you heard it hear first
Poetry, novels, and I write songs too, I'm suppose to be arrogant-just read the life I've been through.
I wasn't gona write today I was gona take a break,
but when I saw one star lol I could smell the Fake!

1/12/08
“GOD uses Me”

Earthquakes, Tsunamis, and Hurricanes oh my, you better get your life in order because we all might die. When the world starts to shake and the foundations of the earth start to open up; the Anti Christ must be alive even if he is just a little kid. I don’t wana preach death and destruction and tell you that we’re all gona die, but I am a human being and I do have 2 eyes. The scriptures will be fulfilled and we are living in the end times, it might be a week or 50 years from now; I don’t mind. Because I’m already saved and my kids are too; we believe in Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, and I hope you do too. I mean, we have kids killing kids and countries fighting over Jerusalem; hundreds of thousands of people dying in Africa, and we’re not even helping them. All of our young people are brainwashed; all they care about is money, cars, and sex. But if Christ came back rite now; do they even know what’s next? I don’t wana be here when the end gets near. I wana be called up in the rapture; that’s why I’m laying off the beer. Its okay to drink a little bit, but a drunkard won’t enter the gates of heaven. And its never okay to play with cocaine, because that’s the devils main weapon. Here we are hustling and doing what ever just to get by; but when our own children get strung out on drugs, then we wana cry. I tell it how it is; that’s why a lot of people don’t like me. I’m tryna change my life around, that’s why people wana fight me. Don’t hate me cuz I use to gang bang and put in work; and now I’m down on my knees praying and all up in church. No I’m not better than you, but I’m tryna help you be better than me. You see, I made some mistakes in my life and they cost me a lot. If I would of never been doing any shooting; I probably would of never got shot. Its never to late to repent and turn the other way. Just get down on your knees and say, “Jesus, I’m sorry please forgive me and show me the way.” I know I’ve helped one person and I’m tryna help at least one more. GOD brought me back to life and I know exactly what for.


1/13/10


“Relentless”

I’ve been writing in this form for a real, real, long time.
My older cousins were in a rap group, and they always use to pick my mind.
We were young, and dumb, and on our way to fame and fortune.
Until the money hit their fingers, and they started acting like I wasn’t important.
I wasn’t being greedy, I was living with my grand mom.
I didn’t need the money, I just wanted something to put my name on.
I got offered $100.00 dollars a poem, but I wasn’t gona be able to keep my copyrights.
I don’t have hardly any money at all, but these words are MY-LIFE!
If you wana take all the credit for me being a half way decent writer;
You mine as well drench me in gasoline, and pass me the lighter.


1/16/10


“Mr. FireMan”


A man is walking down the street and he’s got his head held real low.
His house has just burnt down and he has no where to go.
Cars zoom by and they don’t even slow down.
The man starts to cry, and on his face there is a frown.
He’s lost all his belongings, and all he has is the clothes on his back.
It’s starting to get dark outside and he’s looking for some where to sleep.
It’s starting to get cold outside; and his soul, he fears he’s not going to be able to keep.
As the man wonders in the woods looking for shelter from the cold winter air;
He remembers a place that he can go, but he’s afraid to go there.
But he has no other choice; its just to cold to sleep outside.
So the man closes his eyes and swallows his pride.
So he goes back to his house that’s burnt down and faces the music.
He tells the police and the fire department it was an accident and he just didn’t mean to do it.
Even though he called the police when the fire got out of hand.
They still took him to jail any way, because they know he is the FireMan.
The fire chief sits down and he just starts to shake his head.
Haven’t we told you Mr. FireMan that you’re not allowed to write another page?
You know any time you write there is a chance this whole world could catch a blaze.
The man says he’s so sorry and promises to never do it again.
But before the fire chief can leave, Mr. FireMan is already asking for a pen.


1/18/10


“Stress Reliever Part 1”


You’ve just got off of work and you’re so exhausted and stressed out. Your neck and back are so tense you can’t wait to get to your house. Your feet hurt so bad that you take off your heels before you begin to drive. All you wana do is go home, take your clothes off, and sleep for the rest of the night. As you pull in