The Devil Made Me Do It Too: Pressing, Personal, Poetic, Purview

By Donald T. Williams

Thats right. Take it all in. Let it sink in deep, as deep as it can possibly go. Relax. Dont be offended. I come highly recommended. Full-bodied righteous indignation with a twist of the times, past and present you cant resist. Comes with some risks, so guzzle or sip.

F_ _ _ with people if f_ _ _ you must, but then dont b_ _ _ _ when things go bust. Things you do leave their tracks, lead back to you, and then bite you back ferociously. Im a Scorpio, an erectile, venomous, crazy eight star child who up to now shunned the limelight but was forced out of the shadows by a man-sized dirty job worthy of Hercules, who though a fine myth, was unavailable so I had to step up like a real man and get the job done.
Waste deep in a s_ _ _storm of deceit, betrayal, drugs, rap music, porns deviant sex, scandal, greed, envy, anger, revenge, madness, corruption, and incarceration, I had to wade through some midlife crisis mess I wouldnt wish on anyone. But by the grace of God, Ive gotten a handle on it and have not let go of His hand. After writing The Devil Made Me Do It Too, can I expunge the painful past and with a clean slate and conscience embrace the present and enjoy the future? Im still a work in progress and plan or hope to come to an artful end worthy of my Father. Things you do leave their tracks, lead back to you, and then bite you back ferociously. Better keep my eyes open, tail up poised at the ready with a venomous sting, and God by my side. Hes the only one I trust.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463411893

Donald T. Williams

Donald T. Williams holds a BA in English from Taylor University, an MDiv from Trinity Evangelical Divinity School, and a PhD in Medieval and Renaissance Literature from the University of Georgia. He is the author of nine books: The Person and Work of the Holy Spirit (1994; reprint, Wipf & Stock), Inklings of Reality: Essays toward a Christian Philosophy of Letters (1996), The Disciple's Prayer (1999; reprint, Wipf & Stock), Mere Humanity: G. K. Chesterton, C. S. Lewis, and J. R. R. Tolkien on the Human Condition (2006), Credo: Meditations on the Nicene Creed (2007), The Devil's Dictionary of the Christian Church (2008), Stars Through the Clouds: The Collected Poetry of Donald T. Williams (2011), Reflections from Plato's Cave: Essays in Evangelical Philosophy (2012), Inklings of Reality: Essays toward a Christian Philosophy of Letters (2012), and, with Jim Prothero, Gaining a Face: The Romanticism of C. S. Lewis (2013). He has also contributed essays, poems, and reviews to such journals as National Review, Christianity Today, Touchstone, Modern Reformation, The Journal of the Evangelical Theological Society, Philosophia Christi, Theology Today, Christianity and Literature, Christian Scholar's Review, Mythlore, SEVEN: An Anglo-American Literary Review, Christian Educator's Journal, Preaching, and Christian Research Journal. An ordained minister in the Evangelical Free Church of America with many years of pastoral experience, he has spent several summers in Africa and India training local pastors for Church Planting International, and currently serves as R.A. Forrest Scholar and Professor of English at Toccoa Falls College in the hills of NE Georgia.

Book preview

PART ONE

ESSENCE AND EXTRACT

THIS IS

USEFUL USE

I DESPISE

TRUFICTION

THIS IS WHO I AM

I E D

DONNIE C’s SHOES

DONNIE MY BOY

SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY

ST. JOHN’S

SCORPIO

TRIPPING

DONNIE CRYSTAL

HARD AS A ROCK

I, ALONE

BASE HEAD OF BROOKLYN

TEACHERS

DANCING ON RAINBOWS

HEY, MONROE

SO YOU WILL KNOW

BEAT UP AND BUSTED

THIS IS

By Donald T. Williams

This is my story

And what went wrong

I take the blame

With me, it belongs

This is my story

And what went wrong

Beg for forgiveness

And strength to move on

I can do well

I can do poorly

Somehow therein,

Both times I’ve had surely

Savings

And

Squander

I have known

Eagles

Have landed

Nest eggs

Have flown

I once knew love

I now know alone

From my goodness and sins

I’ve learned and grown

That’s not to say

Doing wrong is good,

But one learns from mistakes

As it is

The hard lessons teach well

As they should

What lies beyond the earthen, clay vessel?

God only knows

Stands me transformed by the potter

For all to behold

USEFUL USE

By Donald T. Williams

You may feel betrayed?

You may be dismayed?

How can a man who prays

Use profanity this way?

You may feel disgust

Ask,

Who can you trust?

Know that it’s only God

Owner of mercy and of the rod

As Grey Spectre,

I do as I’m told

Holy Spirit told me so;

It’s a GO!

Don’t hold back your tongue

HGS songs must be sung

Sung in a way

Both sides understand

I am for God Almighty,

Holy Spirit most grand

Jesus, God’s Son,

Is our Shepherd

We, mere mortal men,

Are His sheep

God

Has given His Word

God

Vows to keep

White sheep or black

And all in between

Will come to know

Understand

What God means

What cuts mustard

What God despises

Listen to these poems

As Grey Spectre desires,

Without compromise,

To convey to you

All of what God has said

Is true

Repent now

Before you are through

You may feel angry

You may agree

Or

Disagree

That I have professed God,

And, or, but

That I have professed falsely

Grey Spectre’s

Just a tool

In an infinite box

Grey Spectre’s

A cute rabbit

Grey Spectre’s

A sly fox

Grey Spectre’s

A bitten tongue

Poked in a busted cheek

Grey Spectre’s

A raging river

Grey Spectre’s

A dried up creek

Vague,

Oxymoronic rogue,

Cloudy,

Mystery man of defaced deceit,

Supernatural,

Subliminal wannabe,

Misguided, misty vapors

Of pompous conceit

Similes and metaphors

Make a fine figurative fix

Like a slow boat to China

Masquerades

As a ride down the River Stix

Sure as night

Gives way to day

Grey Spectre may trick

Or play charades

Please stick with the text

That is most agreeable to you

Grey Spectre reaches out to all

Doing as told to do

I’m merely a mortal man;

Grey Spectre’s a portal, man

Playthings

Of and for God

We

Seek His approval,

An affirmative nod

Methods diverse,

Means to an end

Implicit

And

Explicit

As a porn diva’s behind,

I do as I’m told

Making useful use

Of biding my time

You may feel betrayed?

You may be dismayed?

How can a man who prays

Use profanity this way?

You may feel disgust,

Ask

Who can you trust?

Know that it’s only God,

Owner of mercy and of the rod

Voiceless pantomime’s screams beseech,

Holy Father you must reach!

Deafened ears crammed to the max

With the Devil’s lies and crap

Trapped between the temples

That God holds dear

Excavate

That they may hear

By any means necessary

Means you care

Grey Spectre’s voice

Is clear,

A breath

Of funky fresh,

Unfiltered

Air

You may feel betrayed?

You may be dismayed?

How can a man who prays

Use profanity this way?

You may feel disgust?

Ask,

Who can you trust?

Know that it’s only God,

Owner of mercy and of the rod

Grey Spectre

And

I

Do as told

Holy Spirit sanctioned

So,

It’s a Go!

Take them up,

Down,

Through,

And

Around!

Don’t hold back your tongue

HGS songs

Must be sung

Sung in a way

Both sides understand

I am for God Almighty,

Holy Spirit,

Most Grand

I DESPISE

By Donald T. Williams

I despise

The Father of Lies

Who constantly

Tries to get inside

To get inside

My mind and heart

To convince me

From God depart

Doubt the Father

And myself

Risk my spirit

Risk my health

Risk my soul

For all eternity

If the serpent

Plants the seed

I despise

The wicked ways

I pity

Those who disobey

I was one

Of them before

Now I try

To sin no more

Imperfect man

As could ever be,

Yet,

Sin has no zest,

Appeal for me

Transformation

In correct effect

Trinity

I give thrice respect

Cast aside

The wicked ways

Give my God

Relentless praise

In God’s Armor

I am cloaked

Speak to me

The Devil chokes

I despise

The Father of Lies

I despise

The tricks he tries

I despise

The serpent’s tongue

Songs that hiss

Should not be sung

Yet, I may be

Guilty of this

Not as holy

As I wish

Holy Spirit

Told me so?

Did the Devil

Have a role?

Grey Spectre says,

"Please ponder this.

Arrows may hit

Arrows may miss

Lips may lie

Lips may kiss

Double duty

For this

Double duty

For that

Double duty

For tit

Double duty

For tat

White and black

Mix up as grey

Dual edge sword

In words I say

Lies

Therein

The truest truth

As with God

Therein

Lies

Proof"

Get the point?

Did Jesus bleed?

Will you now give in?

Will you now concede?

That all I say

Has relevance to you

That God is great,

That Jesus is due?

I despise

The wicked ways

Pity those

Those who disobey

Imperfect man

As could ever be

Yet,

Sin has no zest,

Appeal for me

Transformation

In correct effect

Trinity

I give thrice respect

Cast aside

The wicked ways

Give my God

Relentless praise

TRUFICTION

By Donald T. Williams

Is this truth?

Is this fiction?

Witless babble

Born of addiction?

Born of physical illness

And mental disease,

Born of abuse

Or of attention’s need?

Call it

Vengeance,

A need to kick ass

Call it

Anal retention

Or constipation that won’t pass

Call it

A colonoscopy

Call it

Beano proof gas

Call it

An enema

For an _________ ass

Sweet truth

As I know it

Or

Imaginative,

Creative,

Pretense

Impaired of mind?

Either way,

I,

As the wind,

Ring chimes

Either way,

I,

As the hurricane’s eye,

See beyond seas

To ghostly write of crimes

Crimes

Against nature

Crimes

Against man

Mystery meat

Examined

Once dropped out of the can

How can you

Compete with this?

Take the truth

To twist your wrists

Into complete submission

You must fall

Such is the case

When Grey Spectre calls

Calls you

On your evil ways

Calls to say

Crime doesn’t pay

Misty, Grey Spectre

Rides the breeze

Makes you crumble,

Humbly to your knees

Is this truth?

Is this fiction?

Witless babble

Born of addiction?

Born of physical illness

And mental disease,

Born of abuse

Or of attention’s need?

Sweet truth

As I know it

Or

Imaginative,

Creative,

Pretense

Impaired of mind?

Either way,

I,

As the wind,

Ring chimes

Either way,

I,

As the hurricane’s eye,

See beyond the seas

To ghostly write of crimes

Crimes

Against nature

Crimes

Against man

Mystery meat

Examined

Once dropped out of the can

Trufiction

Could be the word

Explanation

Of what your mind has heard

Take as truth

Or

As grain of salt

Either way

These crimes shall halt

Sooner

Or

Later

A price to be paid

Mark my words

And count your days

How can you

Compete with this?

Take the truth

To twist your wrists

Make you squirm

I must insist

How you’ve gone

And gotten me pissed!

Grey Spectre’s mind

Permeates the breeze

Goes where there’s want

Goes where there’s need

How can you

Compete with this?

Tame the wind

Or tame the mist?

Either way

I,

As the wind,

Ring chimes

Either way

Grey Spectre

And

I

Expose crimes

How can you

Compete with this mind twister?

Dropped your cards

At Absolute Blister

THIS IS WHO I AM

By Donald T. Williams

I’m the living,

Urban legend

Unknown poet

Who keeps them guessing

Only the In Crowd underground

Have ever heard of me

They know my lyrics

And personal history

Nosey,

Stealing motherfuckers

Down low freaks,

Male cocksuckers

Rappers, hustlers, pimps

And

Wangsters with a G

All up in my business

Cause: Their envy

But,

I’ll have the final word,

Spitfire the final song,

Have some fat bitch

Sing along in a thong

But,

It won’t be my swan song

This is who I am

Donald T. Williams

Chilly D. Williams

Aka Donnie C, Son of Tom and Ann

An extraordinary guy

Trying to live an ordinary life

Earth bound star

With a luminous, inner light

This is who I am

Man child of the Promised Land

Always doing more than enough

But not as much as he can

Son of a King

Noble of birth

Heir to seeds and spoils

Of his God’s Earth

Most men nightmares

Most women’s dream

Quiet noise

And silent scream

Yes,

I’m one sick puppy

To say the least

Can’t control me

I’m best unleashed

Heard them call me D Boy,

Street Runner, and the like

Hauling ass on 95

Gunning up and down the East Coast Turnpike

What’s this ’bout me hauling drugs?

Niggers know I don’t do that

Ain’t nobody’s fool or mule,

And that’s a fact

Yes,

I’ve blown some bucks

How many bottles of beer or booze

Have you sucked?

Suck on a bottle,

Pull on a cigar, cigarette, or a joint

All are addictions

So, what’s your point?

Scorch a pipe

Or powder your nose

Take a trip

Let your mind go

Yes,

I’ve flicked my fair share of Bics

There’s much truth in that,

But we can all get clean;

Ask Him;

God can help you with that

I E D

By Donald T. Williams

I never rehearse

What I say

When it comes,

It comes that way

Like a horse

With an unbridled mouth

I run Mustang free

Without a mount

Strong

As ever and footloose

Tongue’s a muzzle

If I choose

So don’t try

To muzzle me

Cut you down

If cutting is what you need

I’m an I E D

On

Each side and middle of the road

Crossing me

Can take a really serious toll

I’m an I E D

Remotely controlled

I’m an I E D

Ready and primed to explode

Tripwire

Poised before your path

Tread on me

And that’s your ass

Triquetrous, double-edged claymores

Box you in on three sides

Better back out tail between,

Better run and hide

Pull the trigger

Pull the wire

Find yourself

Under heavy fire

Verbal barrage

Like a Pistol Pete

Best to run

Best to retreat

Think about what you have done

Beg to see another sun

Otherwise, accept your fate

Equal measure, hate for hate

Improvised explosive device

Donnie C’s nasty and cold as ice

Bringing the heat underneath your feet

Bringing you death beneath your seat

Raise the white flag,

And I’ll end this war,

Or I’ll continue to slay

And never get bored

Grey Spectre’s a