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
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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
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
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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
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
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.
Cpoyright 1995
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.
Cpoyright 1995
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 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
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
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 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
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
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