The Conquest

Once when I was afraid I thought,
“What need is there to fear?”
Why should I fret for physical life
When your angels are always near.
Why should I fear the loss of food
Or the loss of valued property?
When you made and own all the cattle on a thousand hills
And can provide anything that I need to me!
Why should I fear to speak out about you
Because of what men may say?
For your words are TRUTH and SALVATION
And people really need them today!
Why do I fear surrendering,
Totally letting you take control?
For who can do best for the creation,
Than the creator of that soul?
Fear is the Christian’s great enemy,
For it saps our power from above.
It hampers and confuses clear thinking,
And it inhibits us from sharing God’s agape love.
God’s agape love is the key to the conquest
For it perfectly casts out all fear.
By His given Spirit we can have His love in abundance
And the victory over fear will always be near!

Copyright 1995

Romans 12

Is this the price I have to pay
For a closer walk with thee?
To lose the things dear to my life,
The things to important to me?

I feel poured out and empty now
With nothing left inside.
I feel so lost and directionless,
I feel as if I died.

But you require this death in me
To die that I might live.
That I might live my life for you,
And to you my whole life give.

It is a small thing that I do
To lose these things I see.
When compared to what you sacrificed,
When you gave your life for me.

Copyright 1995

Rat Race Blues

Stop the world and let me leave
Let me leave this place
Things are going much too fast
I just can't keep this pace

I'm tired of running here and there
And working with great speed
Why can't we all just slow down a bit
Why can't we work with ease

There aren't enough hours in the day
To do the things I want to do
There isn't enough time to just relax
Because I'm always on the move

Let's take it easy for a while
Just put the world on hold
Let's stop just once to catch our breath
Before we all get old

So what a few things will go undone
Are they more important than me
Will the world fall apart because I'm not there
Let's try it once and see

I'm tired of running in this race
I'm tired of being a rat
Why can't I be a turtle, or a snail
Or anything slow like that

Please stop the world so I could leave
Please, let me leave this place
Things still are going much too fast
And I really can't keep this pace

Copyright 1995

Psalm 51

Lord help me in my hour of need,
My time of deep regret.
A time when I suffer for forgetting you,
While me you never forget.

As a wayward child, I slumber home,
With a broken spirit and a sorrowful face.
You await me, as always, with your open arms of mercy and love…
Why did I ever leave in the first place?

Jesus hold me in your strong, loving arms
And please Lord, hold me tight.
Keep me close to you in your holy light
And hide my face from Satan’s evil night.

Lord I know that you are truly able
To keep me perfectly!
And the responsibility for staying close to you,
Really lies with me!

So please me to live and abide in your love
And give to you my all.
By doing this I know that I
Shall never, ever, fall!

Copyright 1995

Po James

My friend James ain’t got no mind
Friends like that hard to find
Just walks around don’t bother no one
Can’t even feel the heat from the sun
People tease James and call him half man
Just because a bad accident deform his hands

It’s not his fault he can’t eat or drink
Sometimes I think James can’t even think
I saw him one day just moping around
Running into things falling on the ground
Everybody saw him nobody cared
When he went into the convulsion they left him there

James is my friend without any doubt
When he walk in that fancy restaurant I helped him out
And the time he was sleeping in the rain in front my house
I covered him with an umbrella so he be dry as a mouse
Yeah, me and James go back real far
Why he had to walk out in front of my car

Copyright 1995

Mellow Man

The players play
The crooner croons
The dancers dance
The people swoon

Feel the beat
That mellow sound
The music moves
Its way around

Oh mellow man
What is thy song
What makes you sing so
All night long

Oh mellow man
Why do you cry
What’s in your heart
Why do you sigh

The world is full of
Men like me
Who often look
Yet seldom see

We look without
To find within
We’re saddened
Time and time again

We force our wills
Onto our land
Instead of accepting
What we can

We seek a change
Not in our ways
But in those with which
We share our days

Oh mellow man
How can that be
Why can’t your ways
You often see

I look to change
My evil ways
I long to spend more
Better days

I’m blinded by
My eyes that see
Only what
I want to be

It’s hard to shed
These scales for light
Somehow the dark
Has become my sight

The music plays
A brand new song
A strange tune
That’s played too long

Contorted tones
Un-rhythmic beats
The dancers swirl
The song repeats

Over and over again
The strange song is played
No note the same
No time delayed

Oh mellow man
What is this thing
That plays here
Over and time again

It is the sound
Of my contorted mind
No end no solution
Do I find

I am confused
Without a doubt
Don’t know how I came in
Can’t seem to find my way out

Copyright 1995

Love Is

Love is showing, love is knowing,
Love is yearning while you’re away.
Love is learning and understanding,
Love is growing day by day.

Fight the pain of separation.
Substitute with smiles and glee.
Try to make the heart feel happy,
When all it is, is empty.

Empty are my arms without you!
Empty are my days and nights!
But oh what freedom I’ll have without you!
But freedom without you is like the sun with no light.

Do I love you? Yes I love you!
Will He let me have you of this I’m not sure.
Time and testing yet shall prove us,
And God’ love shall forever endure.

Love is giving, love is sharing,
Love is waiting for its time.
Time to grow, mature and blossom
Into the greatest love we’ll ever find.

Copyright 1995

Love Is Giving

Your heart is like a precious gem,
So rare and hard to find.
Eager to give away all it has,
Not just once but all the time.

Because you give, I want to give,
And make my heart an open door.
But I cannot even begin to equal you,
Because you give me so much more.

Thank you for what you’ve given me;
The desire to give of myself.
A desire to give you the contents of my heart,
And not to keep it on my shelf.

Love is a gift that must be shared,
With the object of that love, whoever it be.
Love is always sharing itself,
Thank you for sharing with me.

Copyright 1995

I Love You

I love you with all my heart’s desire.
When you’re around I’m filled with love’s eternal fire.
I love you from dawn ‘til dusk each day.
From hundreds of miles, I love you anyway.

I miss you so deeply, I thought I’d cry,
Wish you could always be by my side.
I miss you the second you’re out of my sight,
Think about you so much, I can’t sleep at night.

I want you in a way I can’t begin to describe,
It’s just the way that I feel inside.
I want you forever and more if I can.
You’ll be my lady and I’ll always be your man.

Copyright 1995

I Knew

I knew…as the birds know when to fly as they do,
As a seed planted in the ground, into a tree it grew,
As my wish for love each day feels new,
I knew someday that I’d find you!

Copyright 1995

Golgatha

'Tis now the hour of my content
'Tis now the hour the viel is rent
'Tis now the hour the world may see
And know and live in my victory

'Tis now the hour of my last breath
'Tis now the hour of my death
'Tis now the hour for which I've come
To die for all that I might save some

'Tis now I make myself a shame
'Tis now I die for what I've claimed
'Tis now I prove what has to be
'Tis now I die upon this tree

I die a death no man can die
I cry a cry no man can really cry:
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani;
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

I die that through me you can live
I die that my blood I can give
I give my blood to make you clean
It's through my blood that your hope may be seen

I drink this cup of wrath complete
I endure the pain that ravishes me
I gladly do what I must do
I gladly die; because I love you

Copyright 1995

From The Heart

Open mind and a kind heart,
Vulnerable prey to a seeking dart.
Blood from my heart shall forever stain.
Not even time will heal the wound or ease the pain.

The heart grows cold from such abuse.
To try to fill it with love would be no use.
For because of hurt, misuse and pain,
The heart can not fully love again.

Copyright 1995

Feel The Need

I wonder why I even try
To reach her when I can't succeed
It sometimes makes me want to cry
When I can't find her to fulfill the need

The need for a warm and tender kiss
For this experience I truly miss
The need for the touch of a loving hand
The absence of which I can hardly stand

The need to know that someone cares
At any given moment, anytime, anywhere
The need to have true love in your heart and mind
But all these things in her are hard to find

One day I know I shall succeed
To find her and fulfill the need

Copyright 1995

Even My Soul Cries

It hurts so bad inside me.
At times tears fill my eyes.
Whenever I think of leaving you again,
It feels as if even my soul cries.

So hard has all our time been.
So bleak our future lies.
So many miles and days between us!!
"So sad!", my soul cries.

When the clouds of doubt blow over my head,
Or the winds of despair sweep by,
My heart will sink, and head will bow,
As even my soul begins to cry.

How long can I endure the suffering?!
How soon before I'll want to just die?!
How many days will I continue to wait with you?!
How much more does my soul have to cry?!

If sadness were valued as rubies,
My riches would reach to the sky!!
For as long as I must be without you,
My soul shall continue to cry.

Copyright 1995

Autumn Changes

The times the smiles will sneak right in
and catch me by surprise.
Or days when I am feeling low
and my spirit begins to rise.

For days I'll ride my cloud of bliss,
my joy begins to pour.
And springs of laughter fill my heart
where they never were before.

What could cause this change so suddenly?
As lightning, oh how fleet!
Yet as the gentle season change,
so subtle and complete.

A change as refreshing as a cool Autumn breeze;
to enjoy but not to see.
A change that you have made in me,
because you have made me happy!

Copyright 1995

Amazing

You never cease to amaze me,
I am awestruck by your ways.
I’m impressed by how you handle yourself,
You’ve given me nicer days!

Copyright 1995

Visions

I’ve often wandered through my mind,
To see what I can see.
And I’ve discovered things in there
That have opened up new worlds to me.

My dreams, they give me fantasy!
My dreams, they give me hope.
My dreams give me a future.
My dreams help me to cope.

Without my dreams I’m stagnant,
I’m destitute and cold.
For without my dreams to light my way,
My life is devoid of goals.

Copyright 1995

Viola

A gentle breeze caresses her leaves…
She gently sways as it swirls around her.

It’s just her way, I mean to say,
She’s a humble flower.

Her colors are soft and pastel-like,
Her petals glow with the sun.

Her stem is firm yet pliable…
Her beauty compares to none.

She folds her leaves with the coming of dusk,
She bows to meet this hour.

It’s just her way, I mean to say,
She’s a humble flower.

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Victuals

Tough meat! One day while wrestling with my meal, I was interrupted. I was glad. It was a rough meal!

The meat was hard to chew and even harder to swallow. This I knew before-hand, but I thought I’d give it a try anyway. I needed the nourishment. The meal consisted of things that were, by sight familiar, but by taste, they were very foreign. I ate it anyway. It was filling, it satisfied my hunger.

My meal was interrupted by a preacher. A preacher who told me words of God’ s wisdom. A preacher who told me I had a deeper hunger that needed to be fed. A preacher who showed me a better way of life, and death. A preacher who offered me a spiritual meal.

My first meal was interrupted and I was glad. The second meal that was offered me, made me sad. Sad because it was just like the first. It was full of things that were familiar to me. It was full of things that would nourish me and satisfy me. I tasted it. It was hard to chew so I did not swallow. It was a rough meal. Tough meat!

Copyright 1995

The March of the Black Silhouettes of the Gridiron World

The story is vague as I can see
This recurring dream that once plagued me.
I’d dream one night and there I’d find,
Silhouettes marching across my mind.

They marched on a gridiron; crisscrossing in shape.
They moved quite rapidly as if trying to escape.
Sometimes landforms could be found in the dream;
But onward they marched, undaunted it seemed.

The relapse of this dream soon ceased to begin,
But the memory still lingers within.

Copyright 1995

The Self-same Me

Pictured in an awful mind.
Reality is hard to find.
The real inside is hard to see.
Hey cruel world, don’t look at me!

Don’t look to close inside the cracks,
You may reveal my concealed awful acts.
Don’t look to deep into the eyes,
You may see through my awful lies.

Is self the same as self is seen?
Are words as true to what they mean?
Is what you see is what you get?
Will what is shown, the real thing fit?

How do I speak my mind with truth?
Is purity, in my heart, the root?
How do I act with honesty?
Is what you see the self-same me?

Copyright 1995

the men w/ green faces

the men w/ green faces all act the same.
the men w/ green faces don’t have no names.
the men w/ green faces don’t care about life.
the men w/ green faces all yearn for strife.

the men w/ green faces don’t care about themselves.
the men w/ green faces all strive for Hell.
the men w/ green faces they’re all just scum.
the men w/ green faces can’t be helped by no one.

But the men I see live in a shell
That’s hardened through the years.
The men I see have pain inside.
But they fight to hide the tears.

The men I see really need help.
But to get it, they know not the way.
The men I see, without this help,
Are dying day by day.

the men w/ green faces are low life bums.
the men w/ green faces don’t live in homes.
the men w/ green faces live by the night.
the men w/ green faces live by the fight.

the men w/ green faces thy don’t want jobs.
the men w/ green faces are all just slobs.
the men w/ green faces are addicts on dope.
the men w/ green faces live w/out hope.

The men I see need help for sure,
They need someone to care.
They need someone to stand by them,
Someone who’ll always be there.

They need someone to share their pains,
And share their problems too!
The men I see really need to know true love.
The men I see need you!

Copyright 1995

The Drip: for Men Only

There once was a man from the Land of Hip,
Who never looked before he zipped.
He never saw where the last drop would fall,
For he was careless after all.

But one day this trend came to an end,
When the man from Hip zipping when then,
He lost his grip, and a wayward drip, got underfoot, and he did slip.
He did a flip, and now the man from Hip is R.I.P.

But the man from Hip left a legacy,
Some words of wisdom for you and me.
For with his dying breath he was heard to quip:
“Watch you drip before you zip,
For if you don’t someone might take an unexpected trip!”

Copyright 1995

Thank You For Sharing

Thank you for sharing your time with me,
Your laughter and your cheer.
For sharing with me the things you like to do best
And the special places that you hold dear.

Thank you for sharing your life with me,
For saying what’s on your mind.
For talking openly and honestly,
A quality that’s really hard to find.

Thank you for your company,
It’s fresh running water to a thirsty soul.
May it never cease from flowing,
May it never become still or stagnant or old.

Thank you for your conversation,
I appreciate it so!
It’s useful and it’s thought-provoking,
Not just small talk or superficial.

Thank you for your friendship,
Thanks for reaching out to me!
Let’s continue to nurture our friendship
Into the best that it can be!

Copyright 1995

Self Destruct

10….9….8….7….

We’re moving fast!
It’s time at last!



6….5….

The time has come to say good-bye
To everything we’ve done.
From the first step seems we’ve had success
And set-backs were close to none.



4….3….

We’ve had our joys, our laughs, our pains,
Our triumphs and defeats.
We’ve had a ball, we’ve done it all!
Time now to rest in our seats.



2….1….

We all knew it would happen,
From the moment we began.
We knew, somewhere, somehow, someday,
It would all have to end.



0……………………..


Copyright 1995

Secrets

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Who does know just what we are?
Who can tell us of our ways?
Who can number all our days?
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Who does know what’s in our hearts?

Copyright 1995

Remember Me

The title sounds like part of a eulogy,
But I’m not dead, not even sick.
Whenever you’re in trouble
Just think of this quick!

When I’m home I’ll visit you then.
I’d love to, we will see.
But if the chance shouldn’t come again,
Just please remember me.

Copyright 1995

Pilgrimage

Who’s on the path of righteousness?
Who really knows what’s best?
Who can say how I must live?
How can one make rule for all the rest?

Some say it’s here, some say it’s there,
Some say it doesn’t exist.
Some say it’s now, some say it’s future,
Some say we’ve already missed!

Some say there’re many ways to come,
Some say there’s only one.
Some say the quota has been filled,
Some say that there is none.

So what is truth, so what is right
Just how can I decide?
To whom do I heed of all that speak?
How can I know who lies?

Is there one to show me
Or to somehow demonstrate,
The kind of life that I should live,
The road that I should take?

I must confess that I am tired
Of searching all alone.
I must confess that I am lost.
All ways I’ve tried were wrong.

Where is that way that leads to life,
Where is that way that’s best?
Where is that way that leads to truth,
That path of righteousness?

Copyright 1995

On Standby

Standby.
The word gripped me,
And put a stranglehold of fear on my heart.

After hours of desperate desire
And eager anticipation to spring into action,
I’m hit with the immovable word…Standby.

Standby.
It stands there, the Rock of Gibraltar misplaced to a busy thoroughfare.
Impeading progress!

Standby.
No way to go around it! No way to go over it!
No way to go through it!

But there is one thing about “Standby” that brings hope.
In that due to the temporary nature of the word itself,
There’s always the hope that, it will just leave.

Copyright 1995

My How Fast

My how fast the time has passed.
Who could’ve known that we would last,
To have our love grow so vast, so fast?

But we knew this truth to be quite pure.
When sick with doubt it is the cure.
The truth that true love will endure, is sure!

Another fact that’s well worth knowing
In addition to love’s ever flowing,
Love will always keep on growing, and glowing!

Looking back into our past,
Loving you has been a blast.
I just wish our time apart would pass, and fast!

Copyright 1995

Sad Face

My face is sad without your joy,
My soul begins to lull.
My heart is cold without your warmth,
My days are long and dull.

Although I fill the time with tasks
And things I ought to do.
I’d rather trade away that time
For time to spend with you.

Don’t stay away from me too long.
Your absence makes me sad.
So return to me as quickly as you can,
Your presence makes me glad.

Copyright 1995

Life Without You

Life without you is always miserable.
Without you I feel so bad.
Me minus you means incompleteness.
Me without you makes me sad.

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Life On The Rocks

Life on the rocks is cool, it's sweet
You do the same thing from week to week

Life on the rocks is mellow, it's cool
Everybody parties, nobody's a fool

Life on the rocks can be wild and strange
Sometimes all you look for as a small change

Life on the rocks will sho' do you good
But everybody can't hack it, they wish they could

Yeah, life on the rocks is just what I need
Bartender, make mine a double, pleeze

Copyright 1995

Just Because

Just because I love you and I want to love you more.

I had the florist person come and bring this to your door.

Just to let you know that it is you that I adore.

And I really, truly love you and I want to love you more!

Copyright 1995

Just A Thought In The Dark

The inner depths of your mind are true.
It tells the truth about me and you.
If you try to suppress what you feel inside,
You’ll soon realize that you’ve lied.

Copyright 1995

Inutility

Living life is often said
To be just only waste.
For after all, the time we have
Can fit in so little space.

So what’s the use of life like this,
There is no aim to me?
If all there is to life is death,
What could life’s purpose be?

So cruel the race we all must run,
To speed headlong to the end.
For no matter where we finish in the race,
Nobody really wins.

Copyright 1995

A Frog's World

If the whole world would turn to frogs,
Even all the animals from birds to hogs.

I’d hop around from dusk to dawn,
Feeling so unhappy and not knowing what’s going on.

There would be one hope deep in my mind.
That among all other frogs, it would be you I’d find.

If it wasn’t no more than to sit in the sun on a log.
Because deep in my heart, you’re top frog!

Copyright 1995

If I Were

If I were a pig,
I’d want you as slop.

If I were mop water,
I’d choose you for my mop.

If I were a bird,
I’d want you for my tree.

Whatever I am,
I just want you to be with me.

Copyright 1995

I Wish I Were

I wish I were your glasses
so I could always be in your sight
I wish I were your pillow
so you could squeeze and hold me tight

I wish I were your gloves
so I could always hold your hand
I wish I were your dresses
so I could be as close to you as I can

I wish I were your tea cups
so our lips could always meet
I wish I were all the telephones
so that you can always talk to me

To change myself into these things
is as impossible as ever
But what I really wish most of all
is that we were just together

Copyright 1995

Desires

What have I to do with women?
Do I really need them?
Can I afford to need them?

What’s the benefit of women?
Is there profit in them?

But I sense some satisfaction from women.
There’s a certain satisfaction that is felt,
Just from being around them.

But somehow the longer I’m with them,
The more this satisfaction turns to irritation.
Why?

I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s because that the longer I’m around women
I see them for what they really are…

People!
What! Women are people?
That’s disappointing, that shatters my ideals.

Ideally, women are glamorous.
Ideally, women are shy.
Ideally, women are cuddly.

Ideally, women are smart.
Ideally, women are sweet.
Ideally, women are worthy of much honor.

But if women are people,
Then women are like me!
So much for ideals.

If women are like me, they’re arrogant!
If women are like me, they’re proud!
If women are like me, they’re stupid!

If women are like me, they’re perfectionists!
If women are like me, they’re lazy!
If women are like me, they’re liars!

What have I to do with women?
I can’t afford to need them.
What I need are ideals!

Copyright 1995

Desires

Patience says to “Wait awhile.”
Desire wants all that’s there.
Impatience says, “I just can’t wait!”
Anxiety leads to fear.

Waiting and wanting do not mix.
Just why I’ll tell you so…
For waiting requires a lot of time,
But wanting just says, “Go!”

What is needed here is peace,
A calming of some kind.
Some sort of balance must be met!
But a solution I can’t find.

How can I be patient when I wait?
How do I avoid the fear?
How do I quell the war inside?
I need some answers here!

The answer here is simple.
But the ways are hard to set.
The key to wanting and to waiting,
Is how we receive whichever we get.

Contentment is the key to winning,
Because in it we find…
That whether we want or whether we wait,
We’ll still have peace of mind.

Copyright 1995

Dawn

Dawn is beautiful
It brings forth a new day
It brings forth a fresh beginning

Dawn's brightness lights my heart
It's rays seem to blink on and overtake me
No matter how long I've waited and watched for it

Dawn brings me happiness
I don't know why
I guess it's just the miracle of it all

Dawn brings me strength
Though I'm tired and weary
Dawn quickens my body

Dawn is a miracle
Dawn is inspiring
Dawn is awesome

Dawn is you

Copyright 1995

Cycle of Tears

Years of sorrow,
Years of pain,
Years of grief and woe.

My heart still bleeds
With every thought,
Of how those years did go.

My eyes still water
With the tears
I thought had long before ceased.

My mind still wanders
Through those years,
They are still relived for me.

The times I wondered
In agony…
Wherein did destiny lie?

The times I cried
When I could not see
My destiny in her eyes.

My heart
Did break within me,
When those I’d trusted did flee.

Those whose words
I cherish as gold,
But whose convictions are as dung to me.

My mind
Was pitched in turmoil,
My soul was cleaved in half.

All direction was lost
Within me,
All loyalties were past.

Those times I strayed
And wandered,
And brought disgrace unto my name.

Those times I ran
From what I knew was right,
To live my life in shame.

A girl I met
I lost her.
Because my opinion had changed.

Alas I came full circle.
Instead of receiving,
I was now causing pain.

Years of pain and sorrow.
Years of grief and woe.
How sad to have them happen.
What joy! They made me grow!


Copyright 1995

Smooth

As smooth as fresh spun silk,
As gentle as the breeze,
As soft as a cloud newly formed in the sky,
It’s that plus all of these.

As refreshing as a desert stream,
And just as satisfying to a thirsty soul.
As precious as a treasure found,
And desirable as is gold.

What could it be that I describe?
What could compare to this?
What could mean all these things too?
Nothing but your kiss!

Copyright 1995

Alone

As lonely as a man can be
If you look for him, you look for me

No friends have I to bring delight
No companionship to warm my night

Emptiness is what I feel
Sadness is all that is real

How can I describe the pain I'm in
Where do I start, how to begin

Can words tell how my stomach feels
Or describe how depression, my joy it steals

How can I say just what it means
To be alone, except for dreams

Yes dreams show me ways that I can leave
Or bring me friends to which I cleave

Dreams promise happiness to replace the pain
Dreams say I'll never be empty again

Dreams whisper sight when there's blindness in the eye
Dreams are cruel, because they lie

For when all my dreams have left the room
I'm there alone again in an empty vacuum

Alone to face reality
There's no way out, and no one but me

My spirit breaks, and drieth my bones
My heart is grieved...I'm still alone

Copyright 1995

All Days

All days are different from the rest.
No days are exactly the same.

One thing can be said about all days,
In that they are all filled with change.

Even though it’s change that remains the constant,
A fact of days that holds true,

There’s another constant fact about each day;
The fact that each day I love you.

Cpoyright 1995

A Happy Man

A happy man is one who has a companion.
Yes indeed!

And companionship is what I’ve found,
It’s what you’ve given me!

Copyright 1995