everything seem to be damp, wet and cold
there are many young faces in the crowd
but everybody appears to be old.

the clowns are tumbling and the children play
yet nobody seem to have any kind of clues as
to what the faces of clocks may say.

leaves have fallen covering the ground in gold
even birds have become extra silent listening
for signs of winter and it's bitter cold.

everything disappears by the ends of each day
because darkness changes everything as time
slowly slips away.

i watch for her as she slowly
gets out of her car.
what goes through my mind
is how's her day so far.

she's battled through the day
surrounded by this disease.
this isn't a disease to put
anybody's mind to ease.

i pray for her as she walks out
to her car.
i have to remind my hero that
through it all she's my star.

my prayer to God is that He
reach out to keep her safe.
let her do her best to help
those who need her space.

trust in God more and more
each minute through the day.
He's made up His mind for
her so she'll be okay.

i cherish my hero for i know
she will do her best.
be proud to be the best to
help carry on the rest.

so i praise her, i love her and
i want her to be strong.
fight your battle graciously
and then you come on home.

Streets covered with hatred, a
tainted neighborhood.
Leadership take it as a sign that
everything is good.

People mislead and forgotten
left to carry the note.
Leadership's only concern is
will you give them a vote.

Decayed relations with the city
the green grass has died.
Leadership strives on messages
of conquer and divide.

Death covers the streets taking
one block at a time.
Leadership looks the other way
as if everything is fine.

The city continues to scream loud
in the middle of the night.
Leadership's only concern is that
their name tag is spelled right.

Mysteries are things we sometimes
never figure out.
Why do some say the keys to the world
are only love, hate and doubt.

Why are things off limits to some of us
and totally free to so many others.
How can a man love himself only to
end up hating his brothers.

What is the answer to a question that
has never been asked.
How can anybody have a future without
having a past.

Why are so many people out searching
for a tomorrow of change.
When the tidal waves of the human race
are so easy to rearrange.

What are the mysteries of a day that can
only be seen at night.
Why does wrong seem to override the
things that are suppose to be right.

I had a dream about a witch,
she stood in my path trying
to ask for forgiveness for
murders she committed some
years ago.

yet I have nothing to offer
her, nor do I care about her
nor do I care about her wishes,
the witch could have made the
better sacrafice years ago.

the witch chose to **** my
family blood for the sake of
a sack of change, a career
she never had the talent to be,
someone told her she was cute.

the witch allowed this poison
to go to her head, seven snakes,
an abortion knife and a brother
who never had the guts to tell
her no.

the witch killed me with an
double edged sword in which
i call ****** for money and
life for money all stirred in
a boiling *** of deadly brew.

in the end the witch always
perish from the spells that she
casted upon others, somewhere
she picks up the vile, drinks
from it and then she die.

Somebody's standing in the window
and they're quietly watching me.
There's not a sign of any movement
but somebody is trying to see.

It's late at night and there's nothing
but darkness all around.
I can feel the presence of a stalker
and he's not making a sound.

Inside of my head he has a tight grip
and he holding me around my waist.
He's about to do something to make
another neighborhood case.

I tried to scream, fight and scratch but
I couldn't quite prevail.
He sent out an unwanted feeling of me
sinking down to the bottom of a well.

He's gotten the best of me and now it's  
much, much too late.
Mother told me to stay away from this
place because there was too much at stake.

The stalker's standing in front of me now
and there's nothing that I can do.
All of the things mother tried to tell me
they're all about to come true.

Sometimes a man find himself
encased in a total stare.
Memories of the abusive one
whose aggressions he could
no longer bare.

No one would listen because
of the fact that he is
a man.
Nobody cared to go to his defense
nor tried to understand.

The gender card was exploited
and always on
full display.
Lies held against him will always
be until his abusers dying day.

Hurting inside because
the man forever lost
a child.
The abuser stands by watching
with an aggressive smile.

The abuser never cared
about nothing or the
damage she caused.
She was more concerned about
the good image to be lost.

What his child look like today
the man he just
cannot say.
He finds himself stuck with
the image of yesterday.

His abuser has purposely torn
away parts of his heart
for many years.
His eyes has never dried up
from the many tears.

Avoiding the abuser this man
had to be the one to pay
a lifetime price.
Escaping the claws of the abuser
the child became the
ultimate sacrifice.

God help me to get out of this
awful rut.
Remove the insanity from my
head before I go nuts.

Give me a sign Lord by speaking,
remind that you're still here.
Satan's forces are attacking me again,
defend me God take away my fear.

Break these chains that's binding and
and torturing my soul.
The bearings of all my sins are a bit
much to continue to hold.

Forgive me God for the sins that I
formed against your will.
Give me peace inside and the wiliness
to seek your cross upon the hill.

Mesmerizing, soft sounds it could be
a melody of construction,
      destruction, a flame that flickers
within, it calls out to you.

It paints a clear picture on canvas
thats sometimes unseen
      by the naked eye.
the sun, the moon, even uneven
darkness.

Rainbows appear from its smooth
and unlikely string.
  madness, a sense of artful colors
performs in the mind.

Melodies that mean no harm,
   that touches all of the
       world in a single time and
place, most of all the heart.

a torn sole which collect
painful rocks all along the
way.

the heels have collected
wedges formed by the
pounding of the stone.

collection of scruffs that's
formed rough art from the
miles of travel each day.

tied to fake comfort to
makes the steps easier
to make.

old and no longer needed
but faith has it grips to say
take one more step today.

The days of neon grey continues
haunting me deep inside.
My child, now gone forever
hidden because of lies.

Screams in dark dreams seem
to come often and clear.
The abuser stands closely by
watching me covered in fear.

Taking a high road of trying to
support a colorless demon.
Whose heart was covered by
nothing but black and neon.

Signs of distress often appeared
before my very own eyes.
The heart told me to keep going
and to overlook the sea of lies.

Reality was shadowed by wanting
to make a dream come true.
The abuser wanted nothing but to
turn the sun black and neon blue.

The abuser always seem to have
a colorful secret of how to win.
Falsely forgetting that their neon lies
is how all the bad things begin.

Maybe the neon dream will have
a bright neon color of reverse.
And finally break away from the
abusive demon and its neon curse.

Sleep didn't quite find it's way to me last night
I felt crushed by nothing but a great deal of pain
Aching all over my body from my head to my toes
Beginning to feel like I'm going mentally insane.

No way to escape these hurt feelings so I'm being told
No cures, no instructions or any such easy ways out
Doctors aren't particular or sure on how this will end
No such clues or any directions to what this is all about.

Suffering from morning through the middle of nights
Affecting my mind, my body and taking over my soul
Extremities malfunctions and the stinging under the skin  
Causes me to cringe unwillingly and to lose all control.

Loss within myself because of the endless pile of sorrow
Gratitude for the good life ends with nothing but grief
Fighting this battle and all the fictitious stories of hope
Grasping for any moments that spell any signs of relief.

Today the skies were sunny and
bright, but not for me.
People were out walking in the
streets, I had nowhere to be.

Somebody was singing karaoke
while hearing a favorite song.
I couldn't seem to do anything
right, without thinking wrong.

In the garage I found one of my
granddaughters favorite toys.
Then I found myself becoming
sad because I have no boys.

My wife saw something on sale,
she said I would like this honey.
I kept saying to myself, we just
don't have the money.

Usually I'm the one who could
tell the best told stories.
Nothing seem to be right anymore
since fibromyalgia stole my glory.

Oak trees aligned all dressed in green with
an occasional site of a Bald Cypress tree.
Homes decked out in painted shades of fall
as birds fly overhead singing so openly free.

As narrow streets pave the way throughout
the neighborhood.
There's a peacefulness surrounding that makes
all seem well and good.

The horizon gives way to a painted masterpiece
of faded white, blue and sunshine gold.
Leaving one to wonder about the many wonderful
amounts of feelings that such sites may hold.

There's a sense of pride that one must have to
possess this God given gift.
It's good to know that the owners of this place
have smiles that give others much needed lifts.

The silence proves to be much welcomed and
proves the many good stories told.
That good small town living and life is a good
thing for every man's God given soul.

God allows for things to change for a many good
reasons, on time and never ever too late.
Allowing for a chance to share, see and visit such
magnificent dream come true labeled as 10188.

By: Willie Jennings

Dad picked me up and we walked
to the store.
He always picked up candy and he
asked if I wanted more.

Dad would put me down to let
me wonder through the isles.
I traveled through a wonderland
of candy in piles.

Long round sticks holding big
round swirling lollipops.
Dad would ask me with a smile
to grab some candy drops.

Those are good sweet sugar coated
memories of what my dad and I did.
He kept the candy coming even when
mom said its too much for the kid.

Sorry I misjudged you by the
story the media told.
A car of a different color (blue)
original color (gold).

It wasn't you who started bickering
or the brutal fight.
It's just who I assumed you to be
that made the story seem right.

The wheels of racial politics keeps
spinning around and around.
I apologize for having to see your
body lying dead on the ground.

Nobody including me will never
completely understand.
Until we truthfully see ourselves
alone out in no man's land.

Everybody wants to be first at
any and all cost.
Extreme false explanations given
for the lives that's lost.

Where do you and I start or is
there a place for a beginning.
What happens in the end when
a heart never start mending?

A grandfather's heart is always
under construction.
With plans that are never
complete.

A grandfather's mind continues
searching for the excitement
for which he's always
willing to share.

A grandfather lives in denial when
it comes to his grandchildren
having to leave and go away.

A grandfather is keen with a mind
that's sharp and knowledgeable.

A grandfather is warm with his
thoughts and his loving hands.

A grandfather is a bundle of joy
like candy on a Christmas day.

A grandfather is a spiritual leader
whether he wants to be
or not.

A grandfather is a mountain
of gold.

A grandfather touches the hearts
of many because he himself
has a very good
old soul.

Jesus woke me up at 1:30 a.m.
He told me to tell you that
there are some people that
you just can't please.

No matter what we need or
what ask for, we want miracles
and we want them now, and
yet we all have a desire but
we refuse and forget to get
down on our knees in prayer.

Jesus, I want this and I want
that, we want Him to make
a mountain of treasures for
us, sometimes we use and
we're most likely to abuse.

Jesus has a pure and clean
heart and He's a very willing
and cheerful giver, all He ask
is that we kneel down to Him
and pray for it's an easy task.

Some of us won't get to
share all of His mercy and
His glory. Jesus wants us to
know that we can all contact
Him anytime and believing
His incredible bible story.

He doesn't want to be the
only one working fulfilling
our daily needs, we need to
show Him some humility by
falling to our knees in prayer.

A bridge came tumbling down today
just as I made it to the other side.
There was no reason for me to look
back because the road was clear ahead.

In my God's world there are many paths
that are not straight for many reasons.
For He chose these roads for me to seek
out His glory in desperate times of need.

There are signs on the side of the road
that say turn to the left and to the right.
There are signs strategically placed with
a  911 number in case of an emergency.

There are many paths that God has made
for us that goes up and sometimes down.
Leading us through the storms of life with
a promise to see Him at the end of the road.

I want a brand new Cadillac and I
really don't like them, and that's a fact.
Maybe I'll get my girl one that's painted pink
maybe I'll freestyle for me with weird painted ink.
I want leather seats to help warm my cold ****, the
steering wheel needs adjusting to fit over my gut.
I want it fully loaded, radio, gps and the white walls
including a custom made phone to make all of my calls.
22in. rims are too high for me to be rolling on alone
but I need to feel that the engine is pushing really strong.
Give me the best that Cadillac has to make, I
just got to have me one just for the name sake.
I don't know if I should lean to the right or the left
right now all I need is a Cadillac all to myself.
Money's no object that's what some of us would say, just
driving the Cadillac brand seems to be the American way.

You were welcomed into my house at 23, like a baby
you came in expecting us to flush the *****.
A 23 year old man whose not so classy at all, even my
9 year old knows to clean her nose if it's snotty.

She's 9 and I don't have to go ask her to clean up her room.
But here you are a grown a$$ man with your mother having
to call and telling us to close the door to keep us from seeing
how ***** and nasty that you kept your room.

My 9 year old granddaughter don't sleep in the bed all day and
on weekends to keep from doing anything around the house.
She didn't wait until 11:00 p.m. while we were sleeping to go into
our kitchen scrounging for food just like a little mouse.

You're a 23 year old man using our car to get to work daily while my
wife,(your aunt) is out in the rain catching the bus.
You didn't have a problem using anything we offered you for free,
problems only came when we ask you to come and help us.

You expected my wife to cut the yard while you go hide in your
room pretending to be in the bed.
You weren't going to disrespect my household and I don't care what
anybody said.

I had to tell you when to clean up your room and at 23 you still
couldn't comprehend on just how to do that.
The problem is you're a nasty, ***** punk, a spoil and selfish brat
at the age of 23 and that's the only and honest fact.

You weren't paying any bills at our house but you'd get mad when
we'd ask you to help cut the grass.
When you weren't using our car you'll run in the room and turn out the lights and claim to be asleep so fast.

If the girls you were dating only knew that you wouldn't clean the bathtub before and after you took a bath.
They would probably push you away if they knew that you covered
and drown yourself with half a perfume flask.

You are lazy and that's just the way you are and it's just a matter of
time before you lose your job.
Written up for being late 35 times and you're blaming Lowe's as if
they are doing you wrong like the claims you make about us.

We didn't do you wrong because we talked to you about it but now I see why your mother and dad wanted you gone.
You're slow minded and think you know it all but you can't figure it out, a sorry momma's boy and you're never be on your on.

I know the difference between you and my 9 year old granddaughter
and that difference is what I call the IQ.
You can't figure your way out of an old wet paper bag, you're 23 years
old and disrespectful and that's all you have going for you.

Oh! by the way we didn't ask you for any money we just ask that you clean your room and to help cut the grass.
Your money was for you to save and buy yourself a car but "Jordan's"
were more important to you because you wanted to take us fast.

I see what your parents probably seen in you but they won't and refuse to tell you like I will.
You're sorry, spoiled, and lazy and expected me to treat you like a baby
but us raising a 23 year old man just isn't my kind of deal.

You're bad mouthing us and Lowe's employees as if others really want to hear what's coming from your mouth.
If you want them to know a good story why not start by telling them
the reasons why I had to truly put you out.

Our worlds are totally far apart,
my life is full of destruction and
loneliness, its like a broken down
boxcar that sits in the ghetto

Our eyes met and I see you
everyday riding the trains
and walking the streets
of India, good or bad I don't
know

Our dreams may be different
I only dream of you in gold
and diamonds and a will to
always protect you

Our train ride together offers
me a chance to leave my world
behind, only to join you and
your breathe-taking smile

Our thoughts about life and
who we protect are the same,
kind hearts beat that way and
you make mine beat in a very
special way

Our journey like the train, goes
in different paths with you never
knowing that when our eyes meet
you take me wherever you go

When winter comes snowflakes fall
Icy weather is on call
Now it's time to bundle up
Tea and hot cocoa in our cups
Entertaining ourselves with Christmas fun
Running down snow slopes to get our snowman done.

Current events keeps clashing
with the events of the pass
Leaving me broken and sad
shattered inside like broken glass

A voice keeps saying to me
you know right from wrong
Giving me a clear path to the
keys and melody of Jesus song

Surrounded and tormented by
nothing but darkness and pain
That's a lot of weight for one man
carrying such guilt and shame

Praying to listen and learn how
to pick up my bags to move on
I've decided to climb the tallest
mountain to hear Jesus song

When I really think about it all
there's really no better choice
How cool would it be for a man
standing to hear His sweet voice

I'm asking for forgiveness and a
prayer to keep growing strong
It's time to leave the pass behind
to live by the words of Jesus song

Sometime the world may seem to be
the most cruelest place to be.
Do what you can to change it and
always let your heart be free.

You'll run into roads that seem to lead
to nothing but pain.                                                            ­                        
Remember God promised sunshine
after every season of rain.

Always be aware that there are others
who are less fortunate than you.
Create a pattern of charity in your life
thats completely genuine and true.

Paint a picture of your life with lots of
bright colors and filled with lots of joy.
Hang it on the wall of the world for
all to read, cherish and never destroy.

Maggie knew everything that took place
in and out of the neighborhood.
She was always willing to talk about the
things that meant others no good.

Maggie the towns gossiper who's always
looking for a place to roam.
She could talk about the business of
everybody's except for her own.

Maggie always stood in her doorway looking
for someone she could criticize.
She criticized everybody except for the
man who's blackening her eyes.

Maggie may wake up one day and realize
that we all sometimes hurt.
She may even come to grips about her own
life and stop living in the dirt.

Maggie knows that a black cat moves about
in the darkness of the night.
Police cars parked outside her home let's
others know that something isn't right.

a force of wind always blowing
forcefully at his back.
rushing tidal waves of despair to
reckon with and that's a fact.

as the sails are lifted to bring about
much needed speed.
there's a sense of emergency that
lies ahead in uncharted seas.

bows may break and there may be
much cargo that's forever lost.
holding on to the title of being a good
captain doesn't comes without a cost.

understanding what's in store as he
protects his unwavering crew.
there's a strong possibility of death
as troubles may brew.

scars of wisdom are embedded deep
within the lines of his face.
willing to befriend all of God's people
as he travels from place to place.

Quiet and peacefully she slept,
in my arms an angel felt safe
A new addition to add to my
name she's called Laila.

3:21 in the morning she came
while I waited in my sleep
To welcome her in my old
granddaddy like way.

When I first saw her beautiful
little gray eyes open up.
Laiala Aariel put a stamp
of love deeper into my heart.

Born at 7lbs. 6oz. she was
like a little feather of love
All I could do was to grin
Saying I'm a grandad again.

labeled dumb because the color of his skin
supposedly made him better then me.
untruthful am I because there's no other way
my stories are expected to be.

unrestricted claims to keep me from taking
the highest roads ahead.
he'd rather see me hanging from the highest
tree until he thought that I was dead.

mental torture given because it seem like the
best and righteous thing for him to do.
by keeping his dirt swept neatly under a rug
there's no way anybody would have a clue.

forcing his will upon me as a way to let me
know that he's the one in control.
when faced with the realities of his sins he'd
rather lie than to save his own soul.

maybe the time would come when he'll stop
using hatred as a formula for a thrill.
maybe he'll see the words "the racist" engraved
on his tombstone while buried upon a hill.

Granddaddy I'm having the most
difficult time, that's what she said
to me.

I laughed to myself and said to her,
my love what could your problem
possibly be.

Granddaddy I'm cleaning out my
toybox she said. I have to get it
under controll.

I laughed to myself and I just could
not believe. these were the words
of an six year old.

We talked a little while longer and
I assured her that she could conquer
whatever she set out to do.

She giggled with pride and before
she hung up the phone, she said
Granddaddy I love you too.

in exercising the rights of what most men want.
joy, independence and a way to make a living.
to be strong and to be able to hold on whenever
the northern winds decide to blow.

the northern wind blows and you know how cold
it can be at times. we need the shelter for protection.
a wall to hide behind when everything else that's pushing
us around seems to give away but not this wall.

it's tough and it has a job to do and that is to break the man
of weakness but the wall would rather you take it on because
it's designed to build character in all men who's brave enough
to fall into place at the right time and your protection will be granted.

blow wind blow, give it all you've got because here I stand as a man who has faced the tidal waves of the coldest seas yet I refuse to let it
take me down.

a good man who's down on his luck you can best believe that when that old northerner starts to blow again, you can look forward to meet another and greater challenge.

A pretty smile she had
hair black and wavey
She liked to tell us stories
about a snake crawling
through a hole under the
bed.
She seem to always be
happy whenever we came
to town. She convinced me
talking about that snake I
found it very hard to lay
my head down.

I often wondered if it was
her own private joke just to
see what I would do. I loved
going to Mississippi to show
that I loved her too.
Miss Callie Mae was a joy
to me, each and every time
It was something very, very
specical about this lady
who was a grandmother
of mine.

Something scary is scratching fiercely
at the doors of my heart.
Caught up in a lions grip and there's
no escaping of being ripped apart.

Sometimes the pain within goes back
to the innocent of childhood days.
Caught up in the middle of a storm
that's deadly in many ways.

The chains of darkness only tightens
with sorrow in the middle of night.
Caught up in a broken spirit that's lost
forever without the will to fight.

Tough to see chariots of freedom that's
so unwilling to come to a halt.
Caught up in a sandstorm of skeletons
causing one to remain distraught.

You can explain things to a man
but does he really listen, no
he has it in his mind that no
matter what he's always right.

Man let pride get in the way
and instead of seeing truth,
he wants the world to think
cool be he and he be cool.

You can point to the problem
yet he'll refuse to see it, and
then man will turn and blame
it all on you.

An unbreakable image for
what the the world must see,
all the time afraid like a boy
screaming, i want to be a man.

The melody comes from black and white,
sensitive, strong, fast or slow.
It all depends on the player and sometimes
it all depends on the keys they know.

The  melodies can take you down the streets
and alleys of Broadway.
It can change the way you sometime feel
on any given day.

The crowds cheer and there are times when
the crowds may cry.
The sound creeps and searches the heart of
a man like an unexpected spy.

Dramatic strikes it takes for the young and
the people of old.
Creating sounds of the utmost at times
that fulfills the joy of a soul.

She surrounded herself with
nothing but pain and fear.
Her greatest pleasures in life
was to stab like a spear.

Her veins flowed with nothing
because she was always cold.
The smallest of life was ripped
from her body only to be sold.

A potential for greatness she
totally lacked the skill.
Everything that crossed her path
was destroyed and killed.

At the very end of her walkway
the lights are always dark.
She presents the world with smiles
but she has a black heart.

Her wardrobes glitters with fake
diamonds and gold plated lies.
Holding a silver cup to her mouth
swallowing spoil milk and flies.

The audience claps loudly as she
bows down with grace.
Accepting their cheers without
seeing the pain on their faces.

Passing through the night only to greet
the morning in a purple haze.
The brain is floating inside my head as
the fog resides leaving me in a daze.

The weight of an anvil holds me down
because my strength has gone away.
Adventures that's going on outside have
no baring's, so I stay in bed all day.

The pins beneath my skin get worst as
they dig deeper with every sting.
I want to fly away sometimes but fate
leaves me without my wings.

Hidden from the world, I cover myself
with depression and grief.
Sad, distraught and more worrying takes
the place of unfound relief.

Memory loss comes frequent but it won't
let me forget about the pain.
Driving me crazier and crazier when the
weather decides to change to rain.

Trapped inside a forest without roads
or clear paths to lead me out.
Forced to live in a world without a cure
that doctors can't seem to figure out.

Night begins to fall in
you can't sleep
Darkness finally comes
you begin to weep

You tremble inside as
he approach your door
You count every step as
he creep across your floor

Unwanted touches that
cause you so much pain
You feel guilty and you
carry so much shame

You're being told that
nobody should find out
You're being promised
hurt and that's no doubt

He force you to believe
that everything is alright
You feel something inside
that say you should fight

Stop the madness and
this is a true fact
Tell someone your story
and take your life back

my mind is somewhere but
my heart can't find it.
thoughts are ruling my head
but i'm being mislead.

i don't like who i am and it's
a pretty **** shame.
i can't seem to find or choose
which me i want to be.

my thoughts aren't clean and
i'm madder than hell.
to be wise is something that
i've loss long ago.

mentally the brain it's a cold
round empty ball.
an open field filled with empty
thoughts which are unpleasing.

defeated is what it is and it's has
a surreal way of taking over me.
there's no love there's no joy and
within i have no peace.

Smile in your face and place
you on top of a mountain.
Only to drag you down for
the amusement of the town.

Religion he claims for the
whole world to see,
a member of pure darkness,
con artist and a liar.

Prestige, a sense of falseness
cleverly put into play.
A game for the kisser and
no room for the weak.

No yards to be gain as the
quarters come to an end.
In the end its all worth it
because you will learn.

Out across the meadow I see that
there are no butterflies at all.
Once a thing of beauty she now hides
in dead grass that's tall.

Her wings don't spread like they once
did during days of early spring.
She's blown from place to place because
she has no strength to cling.

Colors of light blue, yellow and spots
of gold and green have all faded away.
Colors that use to brighten my dreams
seem to tarnish slowly day by day.

Flowers I've placed before her she
appears to have no interest at all.
She's not willing to be beautiful again
she just long for days of fall.

I feel empty inside today
but this is just another day.
yesterday was horrible but
I did lived to see this day.

Tomorrow should be filled
with joy, hope and dreams
but it's still just another day
for me to live one more day.

I accepted yesterday because
I made it through that day.
even though I'm in pain today
I look forward to a better day.

There is no reason for me to
keep thinking about yesterday.
When God is blessing me to live
this day to see a brand new day.

A bright light came shining through
shining brightly saying I Love You
As the crash came, I saw her face
she just smiled and left without a trace.

She was sent as an angel for my protection
to take my life towards a diffrent direction
If I know Mae, she did all that she could
She talked to God as I knew she would.

She took me under her wings only to fly
She removed a situation so I wouldn't die
Mae made it clear for me to understand
She said God wants me to be a better man.

the hinges are tight and the
door won't open.
the windows are all broken,
open to unwanted drafts.

years of paint has peeled and
has long faded away.
morning dew creeps in before
rays of sun evaporates it.

the walls are hollow and are
about to decay.
the once strong foundation
has slowly chipped away.

nobody comes by anymore
to chat of worldly things.
the identification has been
altered and lost forever.

There was always a full house to hear
the preacher preach on Sunday.
Nobody wanted to be around to hear
the words he spoke on Monday.

Fussing and cussing at the top of his
voice he yelled.
If the spirit of Jesus was in him then
nobody could tell.

He sung mighty songs of glory on Sunday
and out singing the choir.
Couldn't stand to see the wife on Monday
because he had another desire.

She danced to the music as the pianist
hit all the right keys.
Praising the Lord this Sunday morning
asking God to supply her needs.

Monday afternoon when all the blessings
finally came through.
The praise dancer was hanging out in the
juke junk drinking and smoking *** too.

Sunday mornings you couldn't beat these
two trying to get in the first shout.
Rushing to get this day over with, so they
could see what Monday was all about.

Mothers are cool too, because if it
wasn't for her then there would
be no you.

She says no when you want to
hang out after dark. She's the one
who picks you up when you fall
in the park.

When you get sick, mothers stay
up all night. Worrying herself close
to death trying to make you alright.

She washes your clothes, she feed
you. She'll give you her last dime.
She'll come to your defense, when
others treat you unkind.

Never take for granted all the joy
a mother gives. Passing by a last  
dying breathe, just to let you live.

Mothers wear flat shoes because
thru the years they walk a lot of
miles. Doing all that they can
just to make you smile.

a hollow heart
nowhere to start
nobody is willing
to do their part.

a weary eye
a creepy sigh
faces startled as
they watch you cry.

a trembling hand
holding a reprimand
an unbalanced mind
nobody cares to understand.

a soul of scorn
trust truly unborn
a blissful heart
that's now been torn.

Today was a day of torment for me,
I couldn't run, I could not hide.
The demons I couldn't escape and it
didn't matter how hard I tried.

Even though today was a brand new
day, I can't seem to out-run my past.
Every good thought I tried to focus on,
somehow they just would not last.

I picked up my bible and read a Psalm
to help erase some of my doubt.
I forget to do that at times, forgetting
that's what the bible is all about.

Maybe I'll sleep good tonight and I'll
forget about the troubles of today.
Maybe I should go on and give in to
God and let him lead the way.

Stubborn acts of defiance will always
keep me down.
I have to open my eyes and try Jesus,
to let Him turn my life around.

Soles ran down on the edges,
rubber, wood, plastic and other
manmade material they all walk the same.

Scuff marks, some unpolished,
dust on top, dirt on the bottom and
some wet from the puddles in the street.

Name brands, some unknown,
faded, two tones, heels high and low,
some have taken on many countless steps.

Strings laced, untied and tight,
some small and long, medium, large
and some come in x's, size 0 to 14 and more.

Gators, leather, cloth, and eel,
other synthetic fibers and filaments,
some cheap and some tagged as the very best.

Made for comfort and specialties,
colors of black, brown, red, and blue
midnight, taupe, white, orange and pink.

Universally worn by most,
one size that fits the world for sure
whether they're old, used or shiny new.

the torture of doubt stampedes
the mind sometimes.
it has destroyed many lives and
brought about so many crimes.

doubt churns and churns and digs
deep into a man's soul.
many may think they can outlast its
wits only to end up losing control.

doubt has taken down groups in
packs and/or singled some out.
it has wipe clean the heart's of lovers
leaving an empty heart without.

you can be happy and suddenly
doubt seeks to make it's change.
it has so much hidden power to
cause a bright mind to suffer derange.