At times I’m, lost
Without your love
I sway and wander about
Sometimes I starve
Without your love
A hunger I cannot satisfy
Always I’m longing
For your love
A love I can’t live without.
Copyright 1995
Friday, July 1, 2011
Seasons of Love
Winter storms and Winter rains
Separation brings me pain
Leaving you is hard to do
For my love is true
Hardships come and hardships go
Troubles at every hand
But through years our love has grown
And forever our love will stand
Spring flowers and Spring showers
Blossoms, the angel’s toy
Having you makes my life complete
And loving you brings me joy
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Separation brings me pain
Leaving you is hard to do
For my love is true
Hardships come and hardships go
Troubles at every hand
But through years our love has grown
And forever our love will stand
Spring flowers and Spring showers
Blossoms, the angel’s toy
Having you makes my life complete
And loving you brings me joy
Copyright 1995
1 Corinthians 13:11
When I was a child
I spoke as a child…
I spoke my mind, albeit untactfully at times
I laughed out loud without embarrassment
I was not afraid to tell you, I love you
I was not ashamed to cry out loud
I was so desperately honest
I always tried to tell the truth
But when I became a man
I put away childish things.
Copyright 1995
I spoke as a child…
I spoke my mind, albeit untactfully at times
I laughed out loud without embarrassment
I was not afraid to tell you, I love you
I was not ashamed to cry out loud
I was so desperately honest
I always tried to tell the truth
But when I became a man
I put away childish things.
Copyright 1995
When I Was A Child
When I was a child
I spoke as a child,
Which was usually loud and boisterous.
I usually had many things to say.
That not many people wanted to hear,
Particularly grown ups.
I don’t know why.
I was smart,
I was experienced,
I was authoritative.
I just wanted to be heard.
But no one wanted to listen.
No one seemed to care
About what I had to say.
That’s why I shout!
That’s why I scream!
That’s why I cry out!
That’s why I’m loud!
I must be heard!
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I spoke as a child,
Which was usually loud and boisterous.
I usually had many things to say.
That not many people wanted to hear,
Particularly grown ups.
I don’t know why.
I was smart,
I was experienced,
I was authoritative.
I just wanted to be heard.
But no one wanted to listen.
No one seemed to care
About what I had to say.
That’s why I shout!
That’s why I scream!
That’s why I cry out!
That’s why I’m loud!
I must be heard!
Copyright 1995
The World
The world is a place of horror and shame
A place of war
A place of pain
The world is a place of death and destruction
A place of murder
A place of abduction
The world is a place of trouble and strife
A place of hardship
A place of fights
The world is a place of lying and cheating
A place of hiding
A place of beating
The world:
So vile, so corrupt and so wrong
Has a place where one can hear a glad song
A song that brings hope of a better tomorrow
An end to the tears
An end to the sorrows
A place of real peace
A place of real comfort
That place lies within
Just look for it in all of us.
Copyright 1995
A place of war
A place of pain
The world is a place of death and destruction
A place of murder
A place of abduction
The world is a place of trouble and strife
A place of hardship
A place of fights
The world is a place of lying and cheating
A place of hiding
A place of beating
The world:
So vile, so corrupt and so wrong
Has a place where one can hear a glad song
A song that brings hope of a better tomorrow
An end to the tears
An end to the sorrows
A place of real peace
A place of real comfort
That place lies within
Just look for it in all of us.
Copyright 1995
The Solitary Man
I am a man unto myself
None other like me there be
I am a man all by myself
No help to be I need
I am a man who's on his own
Surviving sure and true
I am a man who's left alone
Striving not to be blue
I am a man who has a heart
A heart that has known pain
I am a man who wants a start
A start at sharing love again
I am a man who's wandering
Who's searching with a plan
I am a man who's on a quest
The quest for that solitary woman
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None other like me there be
I am a man all by myself
No help to be I need
I am a man who's on his own
Surviving sure and true
I am a man who's left alone
Striving not to be blue
I am a man who has a heart
A heart that has known pain
I am a man who wants a start
A start at sharing love again
I am a man who's wandering
Who's searching with a plan
I am a man who's on a quest
The quest for that solitary woman
Copyright 1995
State of Affairs
In our world there is malice.
In our world there are lies.
In our world there is envy.
In our world there are cries.
We run through life fighting each other.
We are constantly defending ourselves from those who would hurt us and use us.
We are all caught up is a struggle where we try to get what the other guy has.
We are always trying to gain the advantage.
In our world there is sadness.
In our world there are tears.
In our world there is madness.
In our world there are fears.
Why do we naturally mistrust strangers?
Why do we see a person’s faults all the time?
Why can’t we just be honest with one another?
Why do we kill only the good leaders—maybe they don’t fit the norm?
Copyright 1995
In our world there are lies.
In our world there is envy.
In our world there are cries.
We run through life fighting each other.
We are constantly defending ourselves from those who would hurt us and use us.
We are all caught up is a struggle where we try to get what the other guy has.
We are always trying to gain the advantage.
In our world there is sadness.
In our world there are tears.
In our world there is madness.
In our world there are fears.
Why do we naturally mistrust strangers?
Why do we see a person’s faults all the time?
Why can’t we just be honest with one another?
Why do we kill only the good leaders—maybe they don’t fit the norm?
Copyright 1995
Sometimes In Love
In love
I sometimes feel
As is I am a library book.
To be looked at,
Examined,
Used,
Or maybe even checked out.
But
No one ever keeps me,
Cherishes me,
Or calls me their own
For very long.
Copyright 1995
I sometimes feel
As is I am a library book.
To be looked at,
Examined,
Used,
Or maybe even checked out.
But
No one ever keeps me,
Cherishes me,
Or calls me their own
For very long.
Copyright 1995
Sad
Sad is life that ends in death
Sad is work that has no rest
Sad is pleasure that leads to pain
Sad is a sunny day that sets with rain
Sad is peace when it kills the dove
Sad is hate as it smothers love
Sad is hardship with no reward
Sad is to need and not afford
Sad is to desire what cannot be achieved
Sad is condemnation with no reprieve
Sad is to waste while others do lack
Sad is to use while never placing back
Sad is love that is never returned
Sad is satisfaction while others still yearn
Sad is loneliness in a crowded place
Sad is homelessness amidst empty living space
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Sad is work that has no rest
Sad is pleasure that leads to pain
Sad is a sunny day that sets with rain
Sad is peace when it kills the dove
Sad is hate as it smothers love
Sad is hardship with no reward
Sad is to need and not afford
Sad is to desire what cannot be achieved
Sad is condemnation with no reprieve
Sad is to waste while others do lack
Sad is to use while never placing back
Sad is love that is never returned
Sad is satisfaction while others still yearn
Sad is loneliness in a crowded place
Sad is homelessness amidst empty living space
Copyright 1995
Return To Me
Return to me my melody
Return to me my song
Return to me my heart’s delight
Return to me my love
Caress me with your loving arms
Caress me with your desire
Caress me with your soul afire
Caress me with your heart
In love we shall forever be
In love we’ll grow and live
In love our spirits will soar ever higher
In love we’ll be as one
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Return to me my song
Return to me my heart’s delight
Return to me my love
Caress me with your loving arms
Caress me with your desire
Caress me with your soul afire
Caress me with your heart
In love we shall forever be
In love we’ll grow and live
In love our spirits will soar ever higher
In love we’ll be as one
Copyright 1995
Reflections Of Love
Seeing you sets my heart afire
And stirs my passions.
You are so lovely.
Your lips are full and smooth,
How desirable they appear to me.
Your eyes,
So clear,
So inviting,
I could gaze into them for a lifetime.
The look and texture of your skin
Makes me feel warm.
Oh how I long to touch it.
I reach out to embrace you…
But you are cold,
You are hard,
You are not real,
You are nothing,
Nothing but an image.
An image reflected on the glass.
An image I cannot have,
I cannot hold,
Nor truly enjoy,
Or love.
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And stirs my passions.
You are so lovely.
Your lips are full and smooth,
How desirable they appear to me.
Your eyes,
So clear,
So inviting,
I could gaze into them for a lifetime.
The look and texture of your skin
Makes me feel warm.
Oh how I long to touch it.
I reach out to embrace you…
But you are cold,
You are hard,
You are not real,
You are nothing,
Nothing but an image.
An image reflected on the glass.
An image I cannot have,
I cannot hold,
Nor truly enjoy,
Or love.
Copyright 1995
Proverbs 16:33
To influence a world that is so vast,
Into the lap the lot is cast.
To manipulate and decisions make,
A destiny of future to perhaps create.
But does chance or luck really exist?
Is life on earth really so hit and miss?
In the ordered world that God has made,
The plan for each destiny is clearly laid.
That turns each little moment into a great feat.
That’s why I’m glad for this “chance” to meet.
Copyright 1995
Into the lap the lot is cast.
To manipulate and decisions make,
A destiny of future to perhaps create.
But does chance or luck really exist?
Is life on earth really so hit and miss?
In the ordered world that God has made,
The plan for each destiny is clearly laid.
That turns each little moment into a great feat.
That’s why I’m glad for this “chance” to meet.
Copyright 1995
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