" it only exists in the body of an infant."

"I woke up this morning, thought i would
give you a call.
Then i changed my mind, just can't give in anymore.
The pain you gave is like a throbbing sensation of
a deep cut that is trying to heel.
Soon the pain will subside, but the memory
never dies.
You lost me forever. for my soul will be somewhere
in the woods.
Someday you may search, only to find that i
will be gone.
So yes, i will hang up the phone, never wanting
to hear your voice again.
This i never planned.
I was once in love, and so happy to have held your hand."

Michael....

" Are there many, or are there few?
A question iv'e been asking for this past
year knowing i have met two.
Will there be more to come? I pray that
the answer is no.
The energy i used with-in my self moved
quicker then rivers that flow.
Flowing into it's oceans, sometimes calm, but
never knowing where the tides will go.
They were both of beauty on the outside, taking
men's eyes away from the most gorgeous sunsets.
Yet their inner was empty, filled with a cold sweat.
Their Hidden Hearts were chilled, preventing me to
find.
Mine was warm, and in the open for them to see.
Even for the blind."

"She's always their.
Pushing everything aside,
never forgetting where she came from,
her priority is too care.
They'ed lay down their life,
making sure their children would grow.
Never to think of herself,
so the blood in them will always flow.
Are you those Mom's that we have known all these years?  
Then your children are the Blessed one's
For it was you who fixed their boo, boo's,
and dried their tears."

"Make me brighter then the
sun shinning over the Pacific.
With the waters below flickering like
Diamonds in it's ocean spray.
Create my face as beautiful as the
most colorful rainbow floating through
The bluest sky's.
Keep my heart warm, but as RED as
The  Hell's fire's.
Paint my emotions that will run through
My body like the winds storms  over an Arabian desert.
Have your brush complete me with
Your warmest touch, and your favorite color.
For I am Your  canvas that you bring
TO life."

"You said goodbye, a year has past, i pleaded for the answer why?
Your here today, asking to stay. Shall i now say  my goodbye?
Love runs deep through your veins, yet mine went off to play.
Like a child in a sand box, toys where everywhere, but none
like you swept me away.
I played for awhile, some were left in a pile never more for me to see.
To think of those days when i was your toy, walking away from me.
Are we just toys for playful times to then be put on a shelf when bored?
Or can we be the favorite one, only and always to be adored?
I love you. Let's play!!!

I have been kind, and received kindness.
I have been cared for, and taught to care for others.
I have been given, and understand the feeling of want.
I now give to others, for them to understand the feeling of need
I have been loved, and never capable to hate.
I have been Blessed, and capable to share love.
I have been wise, and gifted others with my wisdom.
I have been a joker, and brought frowns to smiles.
I have been a sinner, and now forgiven.
I have been forgiving others who have sinned against me.
I have been praying for all to become.
I have been thankful for all who has prayed for me to be "COMPLETE"....

"I Lived For My Lady, isn't that what a spouse
should do?
Keeping a smile on her lovely face, so
that i can smile too.
Life is hard enough to bring one another
down.
The secret is to keep your Flame alive that
burns deeply inside.
An elder man of fifty- nine happily married years
heard my words of years ago.
"To Love a woman as much as you love
yourself, There beholds a woman that will
give you her best."
I needed him to hear my theory of his success.
He applauded me with a smile, shook my hand, and
said God Bless.
For many years i placed her on my pedestal, Thirty-- nine
to be exact.
If i was to do it all over again, i would bring each and
everyone back.
My Lady passed away in the year 2010, but her pedestal
still stands for when we shall meet again."

"I once passed a roach to Jim Morrison,
without the Doors ever noticing, 
under the bleaches of a High School football game
before the half time show.
A friend of mine was a witness, as Jim took a hit real slow..
I was about to reach up, and take it from him,
but he shoved it in his mouth, and smiled the biggest grin.
Upset i was, i can't say that i wasn't.
I wanted it as a souvenier, it would
make great conversation with friends in my senior year.
I questioned him. I asked. I said. "Jim why"??
With his ****** face blood shot eyes. He replied.
"Everything in this world must die."

"Monster Storms, fishes floating, birds falling from the sky.
Yes, something is happening here.
Social lives are shut off, but the computers stay on.
Our children loosing touch, their emotions turning into dust.
Yes something is happening here.
Violence, and corruption.
*** a big part of it too.
Ratings to the TV "CEO's".. What do your children think, and see in you?
Everywhere we turn their's a negative in the air.
The world is constantly complaining.
Something's happening here.
Terrorist's are all around us, a new gang being born each day.
Our streets unsafe, babies dying.
They need a place to play.
The power people made this happen,
they turn their backs on the crime.
All the good liquids in the world are now turning into slime.
They live their lives day by day,  hoping that the problems
would just go away.
I need to stop. I believe i'll leave it right here.
Only one question we all need to ask.
Is-----
                               "SOMETHING  HAPPENING   HERE"???

"Who else has shown you prayer?
Who else has shown you they care?
Who else has mentioned recently that
he'd be there?
Who else has been trying to take away
your fear?
Who else would dry your eyes if you
were able to shed some tears?
Who else made your belly ache with my
laughter this past year?
Who else has given you a better life when
no one dared?
Who else sits beside you when you chose
for me not to be there?
GOD MY DEAR, GOD MY DEAR."

"The day after the storm i went for
a ride.
What i was about to find stole my heart.
Eight inches of snow didn't stop this
little man.
Walking step by step with a little American
Flag in his tiny hand.
I pulled over on the side of the road
about fifty feet from another.
His mother allowed him to go alone paying
his respects to a soldier.
It was his Father who laid in the cold grave
that gray sky winter morning.
His tiny "Footsteps In The Snow" where made
behind him, and his destination were just
a few feet before him."

"The tree offers shade, then allows us to
cool from the heat of the sun.
The blades of the grass beneath cushions
our bodies as we think of the future, and the
comfort of the bed that will soon take it's place.
The pasture with it's land far as the eyes can see.
It takes us to past dreams that we longed to be.
It melts us with-in. We hold, and hug each other
with a feeling of never wanting to let go.
We're in love. No moment like this can ever be
replaced.
No other woman can ever take her place.
It's Love It's Love. This happy in me has never
been before.
Let it not be a dream. For i have dreamed of
this before.
She kissed me softly. I opened my eyes, and
she was still there."

"Scary thoughts are entering me. I don't know
where they're coming from, nor do i know what
it is.
My stomach is bubbling like an Alka- Seltzer
Fizz.
Thoughts are racing, my mind is increasing with
so many memories of yesterday.
Will my past stop allowing me to enter tomorrow?
This i can only pray.
Strength of the mind was taught to me years ago.
Teachings from my Father, and Military gave me
a life i'm very much proud that it shows.
Then why can an invisible power try to shake
the insides of me?
Can it be a portion of being lonely that i'm
refusing to see?
I must stay active to fight back this threat.
Stay closer to Family, and Friends, that would
be my best bet."

"A droplet appears from your eye while caressing the cheek of your face.
It's presence, loved one's notice, and questions of what's taking place?
The tear knew of the problem before the questions began,
The answers locked in it's liquid, that can only be told through man.
If A Tear Can Speak many stories would be told. It's knowledge of the truth,
when lies were being sold.
When a tragedy occurs, and people are told of the news, a tear is never to speak, but only to show what comes out of being abused.
Yes we all know that a tear can't speak, but it's silence symbol
of happy or sad, when they decide to flow, soaking your cheeks."

"I pray to you, and my words reaches
your ears.
I talk of my ups, and downs,
feeling that you are always so near.
I'm never frightened, nor even at an un-ease,
you've given me strength through the years,
You have brought me to my knees.
"My Silence In A Prayer" is only for you to hear,
bearing with me always when i have something to share.
Your plan for me may come quickly,
I know you may never make it not come at all.
It will be of Glory.
My Faith will never fall.
Now it is dark, and silent while you are near.
The day will come for me to meet you,
and then, the "Silence In A Prayer"
will become that of a cheer"....

"Driving many roads, so many sights
to see.
Your eyes where never on the road, nor
were they on me.
You gazed at the tall buildings as we drove
through the streets of the city.
Asking me so many questions, i wondered
how you got so witty.
Looking at my Rear View Mirror, and seeing
your baby face.
I was about to give you an answer, but
you turned away looking at the park of rides, and  
it's carousel .
I stared at you for a split second, and a
thought ran through me like a train.
There will come a day when you will no
longer be, in my Rear View Mirror for me to see.
The years have passed, and that all did
come true.
The difference from then til now, is funny
what us people do.
She is now in the drivers seat, i'm
near her. Only i am asking the questions
as she answers looking at me in her Rear View Mirror."

"We are not put on this earth to become failures, and you'll never be poor as long as you have a friend."

"Lately it's so hard to awake
Knowing your no longer there beside
Me to feel my ache.
Trying to close these eyes of
tears, it's then when you automatically appear.
I question. Is this a dream,
Or a torture ?
A punishment for the Times
I faltered.
The sun has again filled the
green hills where we once spent
So much time, but in
the distance clouds of gray
Will consume the day, and
leaving me speechless with nothing more to
say."

" She sits in her favorite corner of the home
that imprisoned her.
Reading a novel written by the late author
James Alan McPherson's Crabcakes: A Memoir.
The book lays open across her *******, as her head
leans back into a deep rest.
With her eyes closing rapidly, she dreams of the
life that was wished for many years.
Only to be hurt upon hurt, shedding her terrible tears.
Never a fit in with the children at school.
To always be tossed away again, and again. Being introduced
to the word we call cruel.
The years flew by, never finding the right guy.
Her self esteem fell to the ground .
Always feeling safe running to her home.
Comfort became her companion.
Her friends were in the books she read, and
would visit places like the Grand Canyon.
We truly wonder what lies deep in the mind of
an Old Maid?
Shame? Rejection? Definitely never making the grade.
What i do know is that they serve, Some are nurses, whom
i write about is just a plain Maid.
She's also a child of God, and that makes me glad."

"I was taken out of the womb, into
the world.
Then placed in the Kingdom.
Born Again."

" The world is becoming one big gang.
who's side are you on?
Getting along are just two words from the past,
even they are gone.
We rush to pass another, only to meet again
at the red light.
That's followed up with a stare.
Sometimes ending in a fight.
Road Rage in every town across the entire
Universe.
Many of us are killed.
It's a total disgrace.
Once we were children respecting so much of
what the world had to give.
Running on different paths, learning
how we must live.
Some sent off to war, while others were lucky
to stay behind.
I, no was not of the lucky one's.
It was an awful time.
Now we raised Families only to see the world
falling apart.
My Daughters, your Son's with Grandchildren.
Will they be able to have a head start?
I'm all grown up, iv'e seen so much.
I'm Blessed to receive a kiss that's gentle to the
touch."
Goodnight.....

" A question that should always be said
face to face.
A phone call will only be forgotten, and
a text can quickly be erased."

" Every time i think of you, it's hard to catch
my breath.
The bitterness that's branded in me, i lost all
kinds of respect.
Seeing you with another man, looking at him
as you once looked at me.
It will forever be a picture in my mind, probably
until eternity.
It all started with a smile, and how much i made you laugh.
Where in the world did i go wrong?
Was it a matter of just going to fast?
It's a shame that you could never answer my questions, you
made a choice to hop into his car.
You saw me running to you, as you both left
that bar.
I prayed that he would stop, knowing then that
i knew the score.
Only to be woken up in the middle of the night
with non-stop knocking at my door.
So here i kneel upon your grave talking to you
in a whisper.
Praying to my Lord, while  here on His earth He
will teach me to become a forgiver."

"We are lead by love.
We are moved by love, and
we kneel before it in awe."

"I sit, i think as each day goes by.
Your here, your near with so much to say.
Silent conversation fills my mind.
Words spoken softly, with your mouth, and lips of a dusty dry.
I would offer you a liquid to moisten them for you,
rather a kiss is born, as i hoped for too.
We are far, but so close, yet i feel your hand in mine,
but not feeling your flesh, seems like a horrid crime.
A breeze comes in from the east,
the location of where you live.
The fragrance of the Jersey Shore surrounds me
on that day we drove to our secret abyss.
An unforgettable day will soon be replaced,
as for now this distant relationship will end,
then again we become face to face."

"Eight twenty in the evening as she placed her hand
in mine.
The thrill was so overcoming, we touched for the first time.
To look into her eyes, was she thinking the same as i?
Maybe too early to tell, but mine were never to
say goodbye.
We've grown together, trying to make special each day
followed by another day.
Although there were some that were hard to bare, but
we seem to put those aside with memories of the one's
that care.
I am now 64, and she's 42.
I just received a letter of how much she loves her Daddy.
As much as i love my Baby Girl too."

"Saying Never only leads to Forever.
I will reach that time in my life when
i stop breathing.
Until then you are with me, even when
your not.
A candle light will glow.
Will you be the one to blow it out.
It holds a flame that burns inside of me.
There is no wind on the face of this earth
that will "EVER" penetrate the love that survives within me.
I live with Ever's, And Ever's.
They will lead me to my Forever's."......

"Don't know where i'm going, my life
seems to be in the ninth inning.
Roller coaster ride's are riding, carousels
are spinning.
Will my mind be able to put on the
brakes?
To liquidate the hidden tears, that are
about to accumulate?
Maybe a Daydream can place me in
a wonderland.
To a getaway with my feet slowly
walking through the beach sand.
I feel the ocean spray.
it's cooling to my face.
I look up at the sun, what a
terrific place.
Why does this have to come to an
end,
Putting me back in the ninth inning?
Because that's where we all belong.
To hit that home run, and never
stop running."

"Valentines Day comes but once a year,
Fragrance of candy, and flowers consumes the air.
The love you have is bold on this day,
your hugs and kisses of  such strength,
two hearts break away.
They pump with a speed like a rocket deep
into the night, reaching the moon with the earth
nowhere in sight.
Alone with your love, a fireplace will soon appear,
two glasses of wine click, you toast for a happier new year.
Your glasses are then put aside for your
hand to glide through the air, you reach, you touch
then a whisper enters your awaiting ear.
"I love you, i want you." as he holds you tightly
in his arms.
You answer softly. "I'm all yours, take me back to the moon."
While you hold his face gently in your palms.
You retire, and you love with the night coming to an end.
The sun will soon arrive, with your Valentines Day that
came to an end."....

"I was loved, now I'm
not.
This was something we never
spoke about. Goodbye."
An Old Friend...

"I once sold cars, only because of many
lies.
When i told the truth, the customers left
with their hidden ******* salute.
Many of us were ****** if we did, and ******
if we didn't.
So i kept on lying, and had to laugh
about it.
This was me for many,many years.
Then the day came, i found myself shedding
the guilty tears.
Guilty of how i was hurting my fellow man.
crying over the thought how selfish i have
became.
My mind began pounding to the sounds of drums
at a Heavy Metal concert.
Taking the food off of someone's table
so then i can enjoy life's benefits.
How fortunate that i live to see the errors of
my life.
To die before this day, and having to explain
those ways to JESUS CHRIST.
I found something that was never lost.
Just didn't know where to look, and to pay
such a heavy cost."

Thank you Jesus,
Michael...

"Light, you have given me the
light, through your eyes that adore me.
Your arm's that hold me so tight, so
tight then others before you.
Deep in the night i reach out and touch you, your
body so close, so near.
Your with me, with a love that dismisses all it's fears
It's the light, the light that shines even in the night.
Rainbows of every color appears, mixing with my
smiles, and my tears.
Your my light, that rushed me away from past
pains.
Leaving the darkness with only it's ashes, and remains.
The "Light" that stays lit in my heart.
Like a child who needs it in his room every night."

"I was given a gift that out ways
any lottery.
My WIFE."....

"Many are put in the ground
For trees to bare fruits,
Others sit on the land,
mostly to be cooked.
They all serve  a purpose
Providing life for us to live,
Yet we too were at one time
a seed planted by our fathers
also to provide, and give.
We may be called humans,
I disagree.
God's earth was to be a garden
to grow Flowers that became
You and Me."

"There is only one way that your
Prayers can be heard.
They need to be spoken."

"I fell in love when i
First saw myself in your eyes."

" I sit here with my thoughts, counting them one
by one.
The problem i have, is i never seem to get done.
Like a freight train at times speeding through me
so fast.
While others slow down like a growing blade of grass.
They come in different emotions.
Many have me shed an abundance of tears.
Others are full of laughter thinking of my wonder years.
The world, and it's confusion places me in this place.
I think of the bitter times that Blacks, and White face.
We never have any answers that can make certain thoughts
disappear.
Or can it be we don't ask the right questions to
have them blown away into thin air?
A thought of optimism has just entered my mind.
Could this be the beginning of leaving many thoughts behind?
They say it's healthy when thoughts feed the brain, but
unhealthy when in the direction of becoming insane."

"Do you remember yesterday? Only
when we parted.
It's all been fuzzy and white, as if a cloud
came down upon me.
Walking around in a maze, like a confused
little mouse searching for the cheese.
Yes i do remember yesterday as my heart
bled tears of our joyful past.
How we once ran through open fields
of flowers with the colors of the rainbow.
Now i walk alone with the color gray
by my side.
Conversations, and laughter has come to
an end.
Only the sounds of your shoes as they
walked away on the cobblestone street.
Yes i do remember yesterday."!!!!

"People of the poor i truly feel sorry
for.
The wheel of the world keeps spinning
around, never stopping for the weak, never
listening to them when they speak.
Only the strong survive i'm so sick of
those four words.
to me it's, "Help The Weak, let's bring them
to there feet."
No, No, No say the elite. It's to much
for them to defeat.
An interference is always what they try to
avoid.
What a shame to them that people are
noted to be null and void.
Will the wheel ever stop spinning, or at
least slow down?
Or will it just keep spinning faster until
the spokes splatter all over the ground.?

"Love can be a drink of water when your body yearns for thirst.
Or a view of a skyline while the sun lightens up your face.
A thought of meeting your Prince Charming fills the mind with Love,
and a future that awaits, with babies, and skates, and pretty white doves.
Love comes in many flavors.
What will yours be?
The taste of strawberry lipstick on her lips was the flavor for me.
Yes Love is always in the air, and it had found me.
It brushed up against my face with your kiss, as your eyes closed to
the color of the deep blue sea."

"Look at the world today.
We're in so much turmoil.
The greatest minds have nothing to say.
Simple people with power seem to have lost their way.
They talk of getting things done, but
instead of creating jobs, they rather knock people off
one by one.
Deep in our mistakes, the world is a disgrace.
Answers are not in the minds of man.
Dam it, when are we going to understand?
God has the only plan.
Listen, and we will expand.
There's strength in what i just wrote.
It's the rest of the world that i worry 'about."....

"I'm alone in this world, with god
by my side.
I miss the hugs, the kisses, and the roller coaster rides.
To be kids once again, surrounded with all that joy.
Choosing sides for a baseball game, and never wanting to let
go of your favorite toy.
Time had passed so quickly, like so many leaves that fall
from the trees.
They float through the air, then are blown away
just as the recent years.
Memories company my loneliness, some
wonderful, some sad.
Yet it's the memory of you that makes my
alone seem it's not all that bad."

"I just finished watching a movie titled
"The Help"
A true story of Black Folk who were treated
as bad can be.
I'm a white man who feels disgust within every
inch of my body.
Fools they were to treat God's creations that way.
I'm a common sense man who lives under the laws of God himself.
Animals were treated better then they, and it's still happening
today!!!
Lift up your hearts people, and Love the Love that Our Lord had taught.
This goes for every race. It just may bring us to a better
Place."

" My thoughts are like Sail Boats
Floating across the calmest ocean's."

"So many years there was a fullness in
the air.
A home full of love and laughter that
we all did share.
My home is now empty.
All have left on there own.
The "Empty Room" is full of chairs,
where laughter sat in, but now is gone."

"We stand on the ground, to
Me it's a shelf.
We are all walking books of
Knowledge just waiting for
A new day so we can Turn The Page."

"Knock knock. Who's there?
Jesus. Jesus Who?
Jesus Christ."
If just one opens the door to let him
in, it was well worth it to be written!!!!

Happy New Year to ALL my Poet Friends!!!
God Bless,
Michael...

"I may not say thank you to all who
like my poems.
Please don't take it to heart.
I'll try my best to start.
I love you all, and the art you do.
To love a strangers work,it's a
dream come true.
The world can bring so many down, but
when a poem is read, it can turn around
their frown.
We are gifted from above.
The Lord allows us to think.
We put his words on the "Paper Wall", for others
to stand up and speak.
They speak to others with all that we have
to say.
It give's them a life with a smile, finding them
enjoying the brand new day.
So please forgive me for not saying thanks to you all, but
Love  me as i love you, and keep writing your mind
on the "Paper Wall."

"Stories been told. I know, you heard
this before.
This has a touch of class that will
be adored.
It happened recently so many of  you
may not have heard.
That's okay, you shall be the last, and
you tears will flow upon your cheeks as
the wings lay down softly on the back
of a hummingbird.
Adam who just received his license to
drive, found himself in a wicked storm.
A blizzard came upon him leaving school on
his way home.
Inexperienced with slick icy roads, his car skidded
into on coming traffic.
You all know the scene. (Graphic)...
Sounds like the end, but this story continues.
So does the Heart of Adam.
The back of his license was stamped, Heart Donor.
As Adam rests in peace, his heart lives in a 57 year
young man we'll name Tyreace.
Tyreace did something special with the permission
of Adam's Mom.
He asked if he could record the beating of Adam's
Heart for Mom to hear. Mom approved.
Later that month they met at the home of Adam.
Mom greeted Tyreace with hugs, and tears.
She was about to place her left ear upon Tyreace's
chest, but Adam quickly backed away.
Mom was puzzled.
Tyreace then reached into a shopping bag pulling
out a beautiful wrapped gift.
He presented it to Mom. Tearing open the wrapped
paper, she opened the 12X12 box.
The cutest white fluffy Teddy Bear with a red heart embroidered
on it's chest, and the name Adam under it.
Mom held it in her arms tears flowing down her face, and
not knowing what was about to happen when she accidentally
squeezed the Teddy Bear face.
The recording of Adam's Heart started to Beat once again
for Mom to hear.
You all know the scene. (Fabulous Joy)."