I've dated sleep
She is pleasant keep around
But lately I’ve been cheating her
Or she has been cheating me
Well it does not matter who is cheating who
Though it is most likely me who has been the fool
I have covered my self with weariness to attract her
But she refuses to come to me
My eyes are open
And my mind races
But I know not why
This is not the first time
She has refused to comfort me
But every now and again she leaves for a while
And I am left to be in misery
She will come eventually
But not till early morn
Or until the sun is born

Look upon my part
It is mix of chaos and art
I wish I could keep them apart
But I guess chaos is humanities part
And the art is a gift that God did impart

Can you hear the dawn breaking?
Can you see the wind shaking?
Can you smell the dew now rising?
Can you drink the morning air that is now so refreshing?
Can you hold the suns ray that turns the night into day?

I used to speak my mind
But I was always losing it
Now I keep it in
But now no one knows me

Should I suggest a dance
Would you let me have the chance?

Should I give you my shoulder
would you snuggle closer?

Should I advance
Would you except the romance?

But not yet for the time is not right
But not yet for my sight is not right
But if I said not yet would you sit tight?
For the thing I want most is to kiss you good night

But I can not say this for you might fall for me
And I don’t want to lead you on
But don’t leave yet… at least till dawn
For I long for this to be
But the end I can not see

So again my words fall short
and so again the mission I abort

I can’t remember since I was sober
Missing you feels like I was hit with a crowbar
You where my north star
You gave me direction when you sang
And I played my guitar
But those memories are so far
So can you bring them back in your car

Can you come over
I feel hung over
Just hold me till it’s over
Red rover red rover send sorrows on over

You can put your head on my chest
I’ll apologize sorry for the tempest
You know your the best
But only when you’re with me can I rest
So will you come over before the sun ends it's journey west?

They say I’ll always find my way home
But I’m still alone
I found not all roads lead back home
Flesh and bone
Can only roam
Sorry for the sad tone
But I’m missing home

Oh sing to the Lord of his gracious mercies that he has bestowed on us! Life and salvation from his holy! Where there grater sinners than us? Are there rebels so evil as  I that would rebel against a King who did give them life and sustains every minute of there wretched existence! He did offer time and again peace and new spiritual life and yet this wretch refused his gracious hand. But in his might he did beat down my defenses of pride and self worship he crushed my self righteous and made me watch as he demonstrated my frailty and utter lack of control. Then with no choice of my own he bent my neck and I worshiped my God! He again extended his scepter of mercy and by his opening of my eyes I saw my wickedness! My evil was laid before me and I worshiped! Then he did pick me up from the ashes of my depravity and with his Spirit in me I repeated of all my wicked ways and walk in the footsteps of his precious Son my God and my Lord! Oh sing Oh sing! How shall my lips ever cease to utter his praises and extol the Lord of my Salvation!? Thank you my Lord my God for humbling I who was the pinnacle of pride and depravity! Oh fellow saints worship the one who has made us alive in his righteousness! Let us now live as he did for the sole purpose of bringing glory to God our Father! Let us love as he did the church and did humble himself to a life of poverty, shame, servitude so that he might die the cursed death of crucifixion and bear her sins and punishment! Let us pray as he did for our Fathers will to be established forever! All glory be to Him!

How many times must I open my heart
How many times must I play the lovers part
Just to be told it ends tomorrow
Just to be filled with sorrow
Some call this brokenness a work of art

I Just feel torn apart
My heart has been run through with a dart
I bleed out my sorrows
And am found dead but not till the morrow
This could not be art I’m just a spare part

Time is short
And is not the sort
To be found
Wandering around
Rather he walks with his wife
Her name is life
And if you blink to slow
Right by you they’ll go

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But with a single word I can paint on the canvas of your imagination a vivid picture that a painter could never compose

Scars
are mars
and bars
from my bizarre
memoirs.

And rest is sweet
till the birds tweet
For that is when you meet
The dawn
And your left to yawn

Oh rejoice my soul
Sing praise to the one who brought you into his fold
Oh be now bold
Sing again the gospel story you were told

To whom should my heart go?
To which damsel should I say no?
I fear to trust may heart, for it is as stable as sand
And I know not where it might land.
I dare not judge by beauty,
For it does fade as a passing memory.
To know their character is my desire!
They are not as gold that is tested by fires
So to try their nature is rather hard
And I’d like to leave them unmarred.
Oh why is purity not easily found?
For my desire at times is to be bound
To one woman whom I can hold
And give her love untold.

Woke up this morning without you
How could I have been such a fool
Your hands are holding another
Your lip another does smother
But what shall I do without you?

Poetry is all the same.
It is love and hate
Of emotions great.
So why would I ever write?
Is there more to say?
No but I may
State it in another way.
And make it mine
And relate to others when they read these lines.

You are somewhat naughty
And you can be spotty
But girls are girls
And are as precious as pearls
And its not just because you are a hottie

True emotions are hard to show
Even to the ones you know
For I showed them when I was low
Then the person said they had to go
So for now the answer is no

Others are free?                                                                                    
                               Could it be my own mind                                    
                                                                             That shackles me?

Weak am I
Lonely enough to die
All have left
Not a soul to hear my cry
Yes all are deaf
They all said goodbye

Storm clouds and trees
Birds and bees
Meadow with a breeze
Violent winds on stormy seas
All people see these
But only do poets turn into seeds
For others to turn into deeds
But what will you do with what a poet feeds?
And another reads
Will you take heed?

When sleep doth take hold who shall not fold?

I have kicked the can and now I stand before the judge who made the land.

Oh dear reader you are so grand
To sit and read my poem as though it were a demand
You, I’m sure, are far better then I
Who does sit at this desk and now does write
About you who is great in might.
Though I have my doubts
For many flout about
And make such a fuss
Over people like us
They say we do constantly dream
And never shall attain the gleam
Of any one of our dreams.
But you are better, that we know!
And far surpass the words that now do flow
How could tongue describe the way you go
For you shape words as though they were dough
And my, my, my what a honor to know
That one such as you has read my show
Though the words be simple
And the rhyme the same
You have paused to read its name!
Oh a thousand thanks to you dear poet
For you are great and we all do know it!
So thanks for listening to this rambling
For it is for your pleasing
That I am babbling.

Under the sod
that many trod
I lay asleep
My soul, the Lord does keep
Till time does pass
And eternity comes at last
I shall wait
As my body turns to worm bait.

My soul goes home to glory
Where I shall ever stay
And praise the one
Who is the Son
And to praise the Father
Who was my potter
And fashioned the body
That is now beneath thee.

’Twas a short life I lived
80 years the Lord did give
To me a gift
At times I squandered it
But never cease to ponder it
Why I was called to wander it
Would you please ponder it?

What if we just watched the stars
and waited the sun?
Unless God tear us apart
We would never part.
Till the time did come
And the morning was done?
Would that help you to see
That you are everything to me?

Let me tell you about myself
I am from the sun and
God did make me for
Himself
Tell me my name
Lest I forget,
In heated moments, to
Give thee sight in the night.
Here in the day, I am always present
Tell me now, ain’t I pleasant?

I am from a world of love
All who come do search like doves
For the one, they think is best
For the one, they raise above the rest
I have seen many a couple
Split apart
And some depart
But others who have felt my dart
Do come back and say their part
As though it were from a script
They speak from a heart once ripped
That all their words were absurd
And together they go off like birds
to enjoy a love only the the humble deserve.

I am out of words to say
For I have spoken all day
But not just for that fact
But because people did not react
So it is a wast to speak
If people reject my words throughout the week
What shall I do?
Wast my words on a fool?
Well if they at least pretend to listen
I guess I’ll continue my writtin

A burning in my ***** consumes me! My soul is as a torch! I burn bright for those around, and none can throw me out! Rise up oh you who believe thou wilt over come me! For though you see a man in humble appearance and a mere mortal in flesh and bone I have risen up! And I have overcome! Boldness is upon my shoulders as though it were a breastplate! Though these hands are small and carry little weight they have carried a friend through trials and have carried pens that compose words far mightier then any sword. They say eyes are the windows to your soul? Well look and tell me what you see! A fire? Out of it cometh my soul and it is as glittering gold! For it is through the fire of affliction that I have come and through many a tempestuous and test that has made me who I am today. I faint not at the coming of the world. I am engulfed but not defeated. Bent but have yet to reach the breaking point.

Take courage my dear friend! Foes will never cease to propound their attacks, but one greater then they may be with you. It is upon that the decision rests, call upon thy maker for thy rest.

Now do I speak and do share
Of all the things that I do bare
Of desires many and wants untold
Yet I know I shall not receive
A single wish
For as the whispering breeze
And as the falling leaves
You do leave
And all my sorrows do vary
By degrees
But the greatest
Was that you did leave me
For the best
And now I am depressed
But turn back, and you will see
That I do smile
But why?
So that you may feel
Free and as happy as can be
For that is what I want
To see you happy
And never in want

What is riches to a dying man?
What is fame to a drowning man?
What is glory to a lonely man?
What is talent to a broken man?

What are these things to me?
What are these things to you?

Do they hold a place of high worth
And for them all your effort you put fourth
Oh, how temporal our minds are
And how fleeting our desires are

A void we try to fill
A deadness we try to heal
A soul we try to revive
A corrupted heart we try to make alive

But for what, a moment of better feeling
But for what, a second of happiness that does not help the healing
But for what?

I am not that good at poetry
If you read they all do sound the same
And follow the same bland rhyming.
Sorry to disappoint with yet another
Like it's brothers
But I have these words
And so I write
To free them like birds.

Did I not live for a life of pleasure
Did I not live my life to please
The soul wherewith I am now displeased?
For lack of sense  
For being too dense
I now live with the terrible sense
That this is the end of my life
No wants
No thoughts
Would I dare to utter
For it is my soul that does make me shutter
For all its writhing  
For all its taking
For all its sins does it now shake
And does tremble before the gate
Oh death come quickly
Oh fate do pass
Over my body will I at last
Face my death
And face my enemy
The devil
The demon
He did tremble
But not at my arrival  
He did smile thus at me
He did laugh and hint to me
That the wrath God did come
Oh thou fool
Oh thou simple
Why did I not mind what was uttered
For all creation did stand and utter
The glory of him could make the greatest stutter
Remember my state as you do pass
For your state was once mine
And my state will soon be yours
Prepare for death
And flee from those who follow me.
Prepare for death
And do not follow me!

Some people can't look up till they are flat on their back, and when they are laid flat some forget to stand up. But not me I said and then minded not my head. And then the time did fly and...

¿ ǝlƃuɐ sᴉɥʇ ɯoɹɟ pooƃ sʞool ʎʞs ǝɥʇ ʍouʞ no⅄

When you hop the fence for greener grass you learn that the mass of green was cash. And that the friends you left were the only ones that would ever really last.

Oh how I wish for elegance
And that my words and thoughts might be understood
and not regarded with negligence
That one would ponder upon my writings
Or even listen to my sayings
With that might I be content
But since no one listens I lament
If I had but beauty
Would they listen
Or is my speech irrelevant?

If you were to write a story what would you do with the main character?
Would he start off small?
Then grow tall
Only to fall?
Then with the fall comes some great epiphany
As he faces his fears
And all the crowds cheer!
Would your story end there?

If you were to write your story how would it go?
Would you pass over the trials?
Would you skip all the miles?
Would you go straight to glory?
Would you tell your past story?

If you where to rewrite your story how would it go
Would you add all the bad?
Would you go back and edit?
Would you make yourself forget it?
Would you take away past memories?
Would you add greater journeys?

If you changed but one event in your journey
Would you be ready for a different story?
Would you face the new you?
Would you want to change?

If God where to write your story would you be mad?
When he makes you go through the bad?
When he makes your trials?
When he makes you walk the miles?
When he holds you from glory?
When he was the one who gave you your past story.

If you want to change
Make the exchange
Put away pleasure
Face the displeasure
Change your ways
Quit dreaming through the days

It is up to you
God made you
The end of your story will bring him glory
You can fight against his way or accept his story
Face the trials and walk every mile
Till this life does vanish like the vapor it is
And you go on to be all his
But the choice is yours
The rest of your story lies through those two doors.