God loves you
Be Kind
Have Morales
Think of Others
Love God

You left
with so much undone
On your departure
Its like
You took the sun
Nothing green grows
Here
No one hears my
Prayers

Since you've gone

I guess I'm to blame
For your
Leav,,,,,ing

If you have to go
Don't look back
You'll get ****** in
And I'd hate that
Its all my fault

Since you've gone

I know I'm to blame

I'd rather see you fly
Without my arms
Around your neck
Like a dead weight
I'd rather
You be free
Than have the burden
Of me

Since you're gone
I wish you the best
Since you've gone
I appreciate
Your need to climb
higher without me
I can say I helped you
along the way

Since your gone.

Everything matters
These words their meanings
And the hope behind them
Friendship its bond
And the love it brings
Your health my health
Mental and physical
Our loved ones
Your loved ones
Really anyone you may deal with
These things matter
Strength to take on each
Individual day
To find brightness on
The dark days
Little things,
Matter
You matter, to me
Five years of sobriety
Five years of honest hard work
After that call me
We won't go get a drink
But I will make you
Dinner.
If you feel that I matter

You can ditch those people that your running with
Just tell them the facts
That your hanging with an older cat
But he's
So broken
He's busted inside
So broken
Some scars you can't hide
So broken
So broken
I used to run at the head of the pack
A used to a kinda wuz ain't no doubt about
That
I'm broken boys
I'm
So broken
I'm busted inside
So broken
These scars I cant hide
I'm so broken
I can see
Your what's gonna cure me..
So broken...oh
So broken..
Soo sooo soo..yeah

Someone
Someone
Pick a side
Sitting there watching your wheat grow
Why don't you rise?
Amber waves mean Nothing now
Nothing to me
The banners have never been so beaten
Bullet holes mar the star field
It means nothing to  me now
You should rise
You should rise
In unity we
Once stood majestic mountain high
Stand now
Oh okay
Lean on me
It's only a store bought word
Liberty
Rise no more against
The corporate machine
Your voice is lost
Against the social media screen
I have no brother
I have no border
I have no one
To help me see
A future where we can
Live in harmony
Oh rise one more time
Face the setting sun
For I fear tomorrow
This land has none

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?

My faith lately has been very challenged
So I stepped back and looked at what my faith means
I realized the problem right away,  its people who don't agree with me
Religion is word of mouth
Faith is what you believe
So my religious foundations are based on hearing a story and for me to agree
Man conveys the stories and I drink the kool-aid
Why are there only a select few that gods have spoken to?
Am I not a child of light
Shouldn't I be able to connect directly to the Almighty?
All my religious references have been passed down to me, if I was never told of the glory of God
Would I know it? Would I find solace and bend my knees to heaven thanking God for the gifts he has given? I know I have lost my faith in men.
So does that mean their stories of God are lost to me as well? There are books and books all written by mans hand, there are no longer burning bushes that communicate.  Why are there no miracle workers walking the earth now. Why are there no messiahs today? Seems I'm disconnected and my connection to God was explained to me by an ordinary group of men. It just comes down to; "What do I believe,  and how am I supposed to find my own way after being tainted by the religious concepts of man, on this let us pray" amen

A stronger man reaches out to help a weaker man
His strength over  comes the others mans
Failure, due to both of
their energies they are able to function and both of their halves makes them strong as one.
Don't look at it as a case of halves.
The weaker man gives more to help the stronger one stay strong during the process of assistance.
Because whatever hope the weaker fellow is now experiencing due to the arrival of the hero, he transfers that energy out to help give power to the rescue.
Don't look at it like heros and weaklings,
Think of it as brother helping brother.
And don't you know,
He's not heavy he's my brother

I can fly higher than
A sycamore tree
I can see further
Than
An eagle
high, On wing
I can smell the musty Garm
 that treads on Heavy paws
I can hear the
Tip tap
of
It's claws
I feel the shadow
Drift across my Grave
I see the blind begger
Shake his cup
His eyes sunken
Shriveled up
I can taste the

Sweet mixture
Of
Young virgins full of lust
Picking fruit
For the harvest
I feel hope slip
I feel a tear fall
Upon my lips
Salty
Yet pure
Enough to stop
Me feeling
Ashamed
For my senses
Are heighten
And I can receive
The message On high As high as
The sycamore tree.

I've been sad
I know we've all been sad
Sadness
I have no need for  
anymore
I want someone to blame
But blame
don't explain
Why
at the end of  the day
You can cry..
You deserve
to feel
But don't feel
You've earned
This pain
Forgive and forget
That's what those
Away from the scene
Say
Forgive and forget
To forgive
Is divine
I don't walk on water
But now I walk alone
And alone
Is no way
To be
We have the right
To be happy
Come and be
The change
The change you
Want to see.

Do you suppose the moaning bride
Made such noise
From losing her life?
Or was it regrets
A matter of the heart?
That tore her voice
Apart?
Was there torture?
At least,
In her mind.
Or was it physical,  with a twist of metal a pop,
of the spine.
Lots of images
Come to a question of these kinds,
What made the
Moaning bride?

Them thar hills
Them thar hills
I used to
Roam
As a child
Them thar hills
They were green and they were
Near
During my youth they were there
Them thar hills
Them thar hills are rolling high
Struggles deep
and wide
Them thar hills
In their shadow I kissed my bride
Years moved on by and by
By
Them thar hills
Broken ridge like a broken back
Too **** old to heal fast
Them thar hills looming high
To where God watches my
Life lived by
Them thar hills

Grand intervention occurs when I sleep
The words are from a spiritual depth
The feelings engrossed, are steely ****
Driven by such I write in the dark
I have done it again the next great Poem
Epic creation I know it'll slay them
I finish the last line and adjust in bed
The journal on the floor to darkness I tread
Now awake I read the great work
And it sure reads different I feel like a ****
Yet i must not deprive anyone my latest masterpiece
So i humbly submit this poem at your feet

To think
There is nothing bigger
Nothing beyond
What we see.
To never experience the
Feeling of wonderment
or belief.
Those without faith,
have turned to the seven deadly sins,
for there is no love in someone ,
who fills themselves up physically
to strengthen
Disbelief.  
Those people may find others,
who encourage their lack of faith,
They embrace what feels good, and ignore the spiritual state.
Soulless, self-centered monsters that find pleasure in others pain. This is what happens , when
religion is tossed away.
No moral code, you've seen it,
No social skills, take what they want,
You've seen it on the news, no helping  others in need, nothing but ;me ,me, me.
The only moral thing they think they do ,is telling others how to behave and that religion is for fools.
It's not political,  although it sure seems we've chose our side,
It's really good against evil,
you saw it coming the whole time.
Your soul can be saved, yet.
time to decide which Diety
will you stand by.

There once was love
Neither could deny
The rush of youth
The look In
A lovers eye
As time
Separates
The moon from
Orbit
So should some
Lovers
Be cut short
She could forgive him
For his sake and
Soul alone
She could forgive him
And beckon him
Home
Home
Oh home
But what's the
Sense to forgive him
Now
He'll never know
Just how being
Forgiven
Could be
There once was love
She could forgive him
And beckon him home
Oh home
Come home

With cane and strap
I rule the *****
Here, there is no
Mirth
Only tooth and claw
From  birth
A thick hyde
And hackles that stand
Like knives
One can beat
Natural selection
From the dog
But this
Has never gained
Loyalty
By God
A companion
Who holds no
Malice
That would sit to the right
Of the king of the
Palace
Only a man who knows his
Own weakness
Can shape a *****
To  greatness

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.

She was never very giving
Or understanding of me
She took in the sun
And stuck me in shade
If I would have been
Given
Half
the
attention
She'd demanded
I would be

Studded leather
A feather boa
Wrapped in golden thread
And not forgotten
Live like you care
About others
And your actions
Are not for praise
I just don't think
Much of her
These passing days

From Wichita
To KC
McCalister
And big mac OK
In the fields
The backwoods
There's an unmarked
Grave
Where your Grandfather lays
There was blood
And senseless death
He's in an unmarked grave
He'll never  rest
I hope there's water
That runs by his plot
Just in case
His soul is hot
I am part of him
May someday we see
His unmarked grave
May he rest in Peace
Your grandfathers Grave
is in the back twenty
And his resting place we'll never see
Your grandfather's unmarked grave

Every one is passing through
Numbers on a calculator
Your number will come up soon
More likely now than later
Boss sitting in a chair
Rubbing his temples
His seat maybe high now
But too easily topples
Slamming fist against a locker
She's at it again
Him and his wife are over
We really  can't depend on one another
They'll burn through the newbies
Let them work the hours
And those disgruntled old boots
Just complain to each other
You're just passing through
They'll find some one to take your place
Your badge will be passed to a brand new face
Here's a small thank you a little money
Every month
It gets taxed subtracted and hardly worth
The life and time you gave up
Figure it out it's not too late your youth is running out get outta this place
Keep your sanity
Save the soul of another or your own

Every one is passing through
Like Numbers on a calculator
Your number will come up soon
More likely now than later
The Boss is sitting in a chair
Rubbing his temples
His seat maybe high now
But too easily topples
Slamming fist against a locker
Him and his wife are over
***** or Bill's it's either one or the other
They'll burn through the newbies
Let them work the hours
And those disgruntled old boots
Just complain to one another
You're just passing through
They'll find some one to take your place
Your badge will be passed to a brand new face
Here's a small thank you
a little money
Every month
It gets taxed subtracted and hardly worth
The life and time you gave up
Figure it out
it's not too late
Don't become someone everyone hates
Keep your sanity
Save a soul
That of another
Or your own

I used to play my records
Now
I don't sing at all
I would meet with my teammates
And play
Softball
I would cruise the boulevard
Now I just
Walk my hall
I used to be
Something
Now I'm mostly gone
I used to enjoy liquor
I'd **** down the wine
These days I drink water
I left spirits behind
I used to believe
Now I demand proof
I have no faith
Not even in myself

There is no ending
We just go on
I am waiting
Waiting for God

It's a bus stop
This whole
Life thing
I've just been waiting
Waiting to
Be seen

Shoot A flair man
Dance in the fire
I have been
Waiting
To expire
Waiting for God

You can not solder a pipe if there is water in it
Water always takes the easiest route
Water finds its own level
It hits as hard as steel or as soft as itself
Be like water
Too much water consumption can lead to death
You can drown in 3 inches of water
3 days with no water and you die
Never drink salt water
Salt water doesn't freeze
Any water here, now  ,is millions of years old
Don't drink water fish **** in it

He's a dirt bag an
A-hole
Tries to act like a
Navy seal or Evel Knievel
He's got a nice car
And cheap hair
He's got an angel
Next to his chair
What's she doing with a creep
Like him can't she see he's paper
Thin
He's plastic
He's a Ken doll
He ain't got no class at'all
Then why
Is she with that guy
If shed spend
just one
day
with me
Shed find out what she's mis-
sing
I'd treat her right
Cause
I got soul
hard as steel
I Ain't  plastic
I'm real
I'd be more classy
If she would ride with me
Why oh why
Is she with that guy

How many were at the gathering?
Six, but my mind escapes me
Might there have been
Seven?
Drinking wine upon my entrance,
A variety of crackers
And cheese.
I made six,  six chairs six men
All around the round table
I was invited in.
Light conversation of who is who
And when was back then
I stood not
taking a chair
I wish I had noticed
How many men were there?
I think it was different so many times
Men around fires
Men about rocks
Away from the women
Were men must talk
I was the sixth chair, my character
Known to three,
Its why I was invited
and
Upon seated
I drank the wine

Thumb out head down
Another semi smokin' crown
Yeah no riders
Well , ******* jack
We are riding in a train
High balln' it
Almost caught
At the hobo camp
Huge cities
Ya all
that
You cant get back
I got a destination
(Weak whisper)
I got a destination

Eye on the prize
Ain't no one
Pointing at me
Saying
You wouldn't understand
You don't know
Not only do I dig
It
I'm the bodhisattva
I dreamed it so

This little wool bag of mine
Contains
Most of my things
I got mostly
Utilitarian items
Nothing that
Represents my dreams
It gets a lot of wear
Being dragged
From here to there
It's near me most of
The time
The bottom is thread bare
Like this soul of mine
I used to leave it at places
To demonstrate trust
Guess what would happen???
People would take my stuff
So now I drape it over my
Back
Like a,,transitory
Christmas sack
This here wool bag of mine
This here wool bag of mine
It ties at the top
If you see me on the side
Of the road go ahead and stop

Alright folks stay with me now
They are the X'es
We are the O's
We operate on a
Place called the public board
The X'es occupy these amount of squares
The O's have always taken the area over there
I point this out but most bystanders
Really don't care
Now, it's a bigger board cut up in a certain way
The X's control these parts until a certain date
Then a majority vote will turn those spots to O's
There are those inbetween but, they cant swing the vote
Back at square one,  
stay with me now everyone
We are just learning the ground rules
And back to front the shell game goes
Who were the X'es and who are the O's?
And those in the middle are often gray
But our side is right
Upon the board we play