There's a many bunch of places that I'd like to be
On a cruise ship sailing across the seven seas
Looking out a window
just to see the swaying
palm trees
But there's one place I'd rather be than these...

I can't
wait to dance on your mothers grave
I've laid out the dance steps and the music that I'll play

Oh there's many lovely spots where I could be
But I'd rather go tap dancing upon your mother's grave

If there's one other person
who'd I'd rather see
to be placed in the ground for all eternity..
it isn't much of a stretch he's in your family ..
it would be your dear brother, whose
already
dead to me.
He's a desperate drunk
and a bully
I'll put this song to an end
But let me stop by saying
I hope he gets lots of rest
in a bed of dirt
as I go a' dancing above his rotting corpse..

It all comes down to faith
You either hold back or push it all in
You've been holding on for forgiveness
For the sins you need to come clean
Maybe you think that I'm simple for bowing my head
And for times I pray on my knees
I don't bow down to any
But my Lord unto me..
It all comes down to forgiveness
The Lord is the key
When your soul is weighed against your actions,  you'll have no one else to blame.
For you God may not be your answer
When your feeling lost or afraid
There is a light burning for you
May his love light your way.

I often wonder if we could stand a little stronger
You could always catch me when I fall
And when your knees buckle
I'd save you from the ground.

You catch me when I'm staring
I turn my head and laugh
your still as beautiful as on the day we met
Other times , when the light hits you a Certain way
I can see both our daughters in your profile
and it blows my mind away
Honestly ...

You're my best friend
don't ask me why
You hold your ground when you're right better than any man, and when you're mistaken,,well it happens seldom times,
you are big enough to stand up and make it right
You work like a mule
you are stubborn through and through
These are just some reasons I fell in love with you
You're the mother of my children my partner and my friend
I don't know where I'd be now if you didn't take my hand
Growing old *****
But together we strive
you and I will make it through
side by side,
I still stop to wonder if we could ever stand stronger you'd catch me when I fall?

One small flame
That is uniquely yours
It eats away at its wick
Like time eats away at our
Bodies. It brings us comfort this little flame, it shows us our surroundings in the dark. Though it is small it brings about warmth.  
Put to other things it can spread and the flame can create a huge roaring fire.  If I force this flame upon you it is intrusive,  perhaps blinding and burns , the smoke obscures.
If you need to find a source of light you may look upon my candles flame and find commonality there for you too have such a candle.
Funny, when many candles come together: they look like the stars in the universe.  I hope this message finds you well, and when we part I hope you are better for our meeting.
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Turn turn
Bury your head in the sand
It seems as if God has
Forsaken this promised land
Is it failure of our leaders ?
Failure of faith?
Families in which there is no
Solid base?
Alcohol and drugs
Found in everyplace?
We are distant from, hope and our Lords grace.
As long as money can flow
Into pockets,  they'll use the poor
And sick to flock us.
They wish to separate faith from the masses,  by mocking us.
Divide to cause fear
Provide a dream that cannot be
Obtained
Consume and spend
The debt will never end
Hope has all but died
But greed keeps the machine alive.

This balloon can protect you from heat and rain
Hold tight to its string
and it can take you away..
don't fly too close to the sun,
it'll burn
that way.
This balloon is like life's problems, we can put energy
and substance in it
until it grows as big as a house.
Or, we can shrink it down,..
let the air out.
Place it in our pocket and carry it
easily around.
A story comes to mind of a young girl from a wealthy home who was asked what she wanted for Christmas.."a balloon!". Was what she answered.
Like Truman Capote wrote
" its a penny thing, but its pretty"
We can choose the color of our balloon,  make it see through and yet huge, where we fool ourselves everyday, that,
what we can't see, can still be in our way.  
Color your world vibrantly and take up space.
Color your ballon with passion and grace.
Let it float above,,
just like God's love.
A penny thing thats pretty.

Dancing and holding her
hips
the small bend of her back
That flat
full belly
It can't be matched
It can't be copied
We may lust for that
Power
We can fool ourselves into
Believing our bodies
Could be like a
Her
But none can design like
Nature
I walk with my arm around her waist
And I can smell her hair
And the nape of her neck
Delicate but strong
Not like a man at all
Amen