do you know who you are and
what you're willing to do.
if you had to travel daily in life
with two feet and one shoe.

would you do your very best or
decide to give in.
would you tear your house down
to rebuild it again.

what does it take for you to get a
firm grip on yourself.
would you stand and be rip apart
until there is nothing left.

who's to say what a man won't do
if his back's against a wall.
would you help the man to his feet
again or would you let him fall.

rusty, dusty and tarnished,
boy don't i really feel old.
foggy, hateful and mad and
i won't do what i'm told.

crazy, slow and selfish to all
who stands in my way.
nights don't mean a thing to
me and neither does the day.

no more youthfulness and i
ache all the time.
perfumes i never use and to
me i'm doing just fine.

why should i read a book or
even try to spell.
i know it all anyway, so all of
you can go to (guess).

i don't have to be afraid of not
living to see the age of 21.
it's all about my anger, that's
what i call having fun.

so if i die this minute, do you
really think i care.
my heart beats slow without
extra time to spare.

lunatic, stupid and fearless
right down to the core.
living to be a senior doesn't
really matter anymore.

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.

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.

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.

everything has been paused, my thoughts,
my mind and my heart.
dreams blasted, destroyed, pulverized
and completely torn apart.

this moment is silent, empty, and swirling
with air that's cold.
blood of yesterday's youth has now given
in to a body that's old, no longer bold.

clocks are feared, turned around so that
the truth may not be known.
bound to feel it, realize it when it slowly
creeps deep inside one's bones.

yesterday's glory had its place, slipping
away like grains of sand.
no tomorrow's for today, living for this
moment while i can.

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.

You can see Annie pushing her
old grocery cart out in the street.
Her clothes are ***** and torn,
she has no shoes on her feet.

People laugh at Annie because
of her downward condition.
Never knowing that they could
end up in the same position.

Annie stood out in the middle
of the street one day.
She brought traffic to a sudden
stop when she begun to pray.

Annie was asking God to give
her a brand new life.
Please remove all the criticism,
scorn and the hurtful strife.

You can say many things about
Annie and the way she lives.
But you can never take away the
love her heart has to give.

So the next time you see her and
you have mean things to say.
Annie could be the very one who
has to help you out one day.

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.

The storm kept coming and
the rain kept hitting my face.
But the Lord kept telling me
He's in charge of this race.

There were days when I
couldn't find a friend.
Jesus said He was there to
stand by me until the end.

There were times when I
cried into the night hours.
God woke me up the next
day with His Holy power.

Even in my weakest times
and I felt I couldn't go on.
Jesus picked me up and He
taught me right from wrong.

I had to ask the Lord why did
He choose a man like me.
He said even sinners like me
deserves to be set free.

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.

Somebody is sitting out on the porch
with no food to eat.
There is little kid standing out in the
street with no shoes on his feet.

Momma's gone away from home for
up to three days at a time.
Poppa is out on the corner drinking
up his last dime.

Nobody could have convinced me
that nobody else was aware.
Somebody should have told me that
the world didn't care.

Why am I the only one feeling all of
this pain.
Left without any kind of dreams with
nothing to gain.

Somebody please tell me that better
times are ahead.
If things remain as they are, somebody
could end up dead.

Pinch me to let know that this feeling
isn't for real.
Somebody please let me know that during
my lifetime I can find a better deal.

creatures from the swamp
they keep coming up.
whispering silently sneaking
around in the office.
watch out because the poisons
about to be put in your cup.

envy, jealousy, spite, confusion
it's all coming your way.
the neighborhood eyes they're
all watching you.
nighttime thieves will come and
visit during the day.

unwanted chills surround you
by the winds of hate.
lurking in the darkness seeking
to do much harm to you.
it's best that you turn yourself
around before it's to late.

Unwanted pain greets in the morning
as the sun rises slowly in the sky.
Uneasy waters traveled across, without
a real reason or understanding why.

Time has been turned upside down and
minutes are wasting hastily away.
The nights are purple and the hours of
the morning turn quickly to a black veiled day.

Memories of the way life use to be are
slowly taken over by grief and pain.
The mind is greatly held hostage by
a huge unbroken chain.

There are many storms to cross out in
this uncertain and open sea.
Its something you learn to live with,
there's no other way to be.

Batten down your hatches and make
sure to close that open door.
This ship may never find the entry to
another refuged shore.

There is no way to escape this fog and
its angry purple haze.
If this sinking ship lands at home again
it will only find black veiled days.

everything has turned upside down
i can't find rest and i can't find peace.
the old world that i grew up knowing
has left me behind and no longer cease.

i'm  frustrated, i'm mortified, i'm penniless
i don't have the *** to carry my weight.
the numbness is so great within my soul
i cry because i have nothing to bare but mistakes.

i'm not myself anymore for so many days, nights
and for so many months and seasons.
i can't feel the hands of God reaching out to guide
me and i can't help but wonder is there a reason.

my faith has all but faded quietly and wistful away
the guidelines of all the rules no longer exist for me.
i want them in front of me, i need their guidance
to lead me back to be the one God intended me to be.

i don't know who i am or who i was suppose to be.
i know that I'm trapped inside this cage of rage.
surrounded by lions and many other ravaging beast.
they sit, they watch just waiting for me to take the stage.

i have nothing to offer but the pain that lies within me
yet it's doing it's best to not allow me to express my needs
i'm broken, sad and the rest of my life has come to an halt
i have lost my will to be able to stand up to  make a plea to succeed.

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.

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.

I'm standing in the middle of the park
watching and waiting in despair.
Cars are blowing their horns at me
I wave back as if I really care.

There's nothing to do except waste time
on another glorious day.
Searching for reasons or an excuse to not
work, instead I'd rather play.

I lay back on the grass as it dances with the
rhythms of the wind.
Singing songs with the birds and praying
that this day never end.

disturbed by madness created
by someone other than i.
furiously taken and shaken
by the tears i have to cry.

there's a hole in the wall and
it's created by me.
punched as a sign of relief
it's not happening for me.

terrible this thing that lingers
inside and i cannot escape.
the  damaged delight has taken
many forms and triangle shapes.

stand hand and hand with the
devil if he's not willing to go.
he's directing the steps i take
pulling me closer more and more.

the ghost of past civil unrest
seem to linger everywhere.
the just always pay the price
for others who just don't care.

riots are formed by the mouth
by those who seek fame.
yet there's a death that is the
past of an forgotten name.

tragedies comes about and it
crosses every color line.
yet the scars of yesterday are
never far behind.

tensions flare and words are
spoken to ignite the flames.
to the political and the leaders
it just another game.

nobody has an answer for all
the pain and the sorrow.
yet the books are already open
just waiting for tomorrow.

it's cold outside
want to **** something
but everything is already
dead.

ice has formed
only to melt away
it's suspect and false
nothing solid.

signs of delusional pain
stressed out with
mistaken happiness
emptiness within.

slight winds arrives
cutting like a knife
bruising the heart
it hurts.

no warmth at all
no remedy
an empty bowl
no chicken soup.

hollow as a dead log
decayed and thin
nothing really matters
everything is dead.

shameful acts of violence committed
and there's truly something wrong.
when a child has to sit and hear words
like daddy won't be coming home.

struck down in the middle of a street
by a bullet from a gun.
racial tones widely expressed because
everybody want to be number one.

sad are the faces of family members
who has to feel the pain.
it seems it easier to take another man's
life without a moment of shame.

people has wrong buried within and
there's no doubt.
we're all dying in the middle of streets
with hatred sprawled all about.

blame is placed as to who's in the wrong
and who's in the right.
in the end it all adds up to be the same
daddy won't be home tonight.

solutions has to come about and it needs
to come really quick and fast.
we need to search for a better tomorrow
or the world just won't last.

things are forgiven but the
scars still remain.
the damage is done and I
sometime feel insane.

my dreams are suddenly
empty craters of dark.
finding life dull and gray
without a spark.

idle moments appear that
cannot be hidden.
a good night's sleep seems
lost and forbidden.

things were done by you
that were so distasteful.
your mine always led you to
believe you were graceful.

there is no escaping the
many things I lost.
you were so determined
to be cruel at all cost.

after all these years I still
find craters so deep.
dark and dreadful dreams
of you I'll forever keep.

I'm stuck on a major highway
my life's all jammed up.
The wheels are turning, I'm not
moving so I'm just stuck.

My lights are flashing on and off
I'm trying to be cautious.
I want to get out of my car and run
away but I'm much too exhausted.

No matter how hard I've turn the
wheel I just cannot make it move.
I left home early this morning and I
sit now watching the nightly moon.

Getting to the point of how this day
has gone, it's really troubling me.
If there's something positive about this
day it hasn't been revealed for me to see.

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.

there were secrets that couldn't
possibly be talked about.
pride mostly taken over and that's
without a doubt.

kicked and scratched up and many
times knocked to the floor.
a screaming man's voice never heard,
no authorities knocked at the door.

tortured for being kind and a hostage
trying to keep afloat.
afraid for his voice to heard and even
afraid to write a note.

a common conversation would be a
reason for a fight.
if things didn't go her way and if she
didn't think it was right.

he stood and he took his bruises like
some say you should take as a man.
she took it as an entitlement without
making efforts to try to understand.

she didn't care how much pain she
caused, it was just her way.
she became more violent with the
abuse, believing it was all okay.

she didn't care about his feelings or
what anybody else would think.
she could cover it all up with a smile
and with an eye blink.

it was all about her feelings and it
was all about her having control.
he was living in a world that says
that a man shouldn't bare his soul.

this man lived his life thinking that
life was to always be this way.
thinking abused men should be quiet
without having one word to say.

she lives her life daily and without
losing any sleep at night.
continuing to be the abuser and to
believing that she's still right.

My many nights are cold, strange
and strangled by the devil.
Frustrations come easy and I feel
the presence of everything evil.

Angels are spoken of but they are
not talking to me.
Torment has it's claws buried inside
of me refusing to set me free.

Under my feet there's nothing to
walk on but painful spiking stones.
Cutting the skin from the bottoms
of my feet right down to the bones.

My soul is pierced and I feel like
I'm so desperately loss.
The devil is casting his spell on me,
he doesn't care about the cost.

The oceans of blue waters I've seen
they no longer exist.
The warmth of the rains I've felt has
now turned to a bitter cold mist.

Darkness covers up everything and
it's overtaken the light.
The master of evilness has stepped
in and taken away my will to fight.

I don't know myself anymore and
I'm too afraid to have hope.
I'm falling with a promise to find
nothing at the end of the *****.

Rotten to the core mentally and the pain never
seem to go away.
Nights are spent wondering how much more of
this unwanted pleasure am I having to take.

There's no escaping this no matter how hard I try
there's nothing about this that seems discreet.
I'm seeking answers but they all seem to pass me by
the pain is more intense it's causing me not to sleep.

I'm miserable, I need a miracle or something magical
that will eventually get me away from this.
It burns inside of me like an old match with an open flame,
burning me at its own will, burning me insane.

**** me now to release me from the agony and this despair,
point me to places where I find some kind of release.
I'm searching for understanding and hope, and almost anything
that could give my mind some peace.

My arms hurt, my legs hurt and the pain is moving from my toes
straight down to the bottom of my feet.
Somebody get me some help because I'm a tired old man who's
giving up and my eyes are beginning to weep.

there's a damaged heart that
no longer beats.
eyes fill with lots of tears that
suffered defeat.

silence in the room because the
music has stopped playing.
people lips are moving, it's not
clear what they are saying.

a sound mind has wondered so
very far away.
happiness for a promising soul
has suffered much decay.

the warmth of two hands have
quickly gone cold.
the once courage of a lion has
fickle and no longer bold.

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.

a knock on the door
nobody answers- yet
curtains in the window
slightly moving
yet nobody's there.

rain clouds falling but
you're not wet-yet
a totally drenched mind
moving slowly
yet nothing can be found.

tension fills the air but
you feel nothing-yet
there's air floating in
your head
yet nobody's there.

souls torn with damnation
no peace found-yet
a heart filled with lots
of pain
yet nothing can be found.

dancing and dancing all throughout
the house.

playing hide and seek and a game of
cat and mouse.

a very happy little girl and that's all i
hope she'll ever be.

loveable and having a heart that's wild
and carefree.

childhood memories of how things used
to be for this old broken man.

if things were seen through my old eyes
how much would she understand?

old eyes versus the newly opened eyes
of a brand new day.

would she change the world infectiously
to see things her way?

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.

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.

There's a number of times when
we do things without seeking
God first.
We go on as if He doesn't exist
we run, we hide, we're bold
we're selfish and we deny His
will to help and we destroy.

The stars of the night, He  has
bless us to see by the promise
of our eyes opening during the
beginning of the day.
We lie, we cheat, we forget His
glory of each passing minute
when we don't pray.

The weaknesses of the world
comes crashing down upon
us at the blink of an eye.
Bringing troubles that seems
unbearable at times simply
because we think we can
do anything without putting
God first.

Terror surrounds my house because
of the work she does.
I know she's the caring type and we
must go on, right or wrong.

It's not her fault nor is it the fault of
the man whose involved.
Our lives are at stake but to me it's
all for her, that's the amount of my love.

I cherish her because she means the
world to me and much more.
I have to do what I can for her and to
keep this enemy away from my door.

It's not her fault but she has to fight
this monster but not without me.
I'm willing to be the one who has to
face this monster but just set her free.

She's bold and beautiful and she's been
bless with courage from God.
I'll take on this terror to keep her safe by
asking God to not take our love apart.

So God I ask that You bring her home
safe and sound for me.
So that I can watch over and pamper her
until I know that she's finally free.

you're out there somewhere
hidden without me.
victim of someone who seeks
to totally control me.

used as a pawn for someone's
selfishness and greed.
you're a person of interest to me
our hearts will be freed.

hopefully God's angels are flying
all around you.
maybe we'll see each other again
because I'm looking for you.

the truth will be known and that's
without a doubt.
you see that's what the promise's
of God is all about.

many things have happened to us
and they're really awful and sad.
my search will last forever because
I am your dad.

God's plan is in motion and there
are no doubts.
Everything that's been hidden
will eventually be found out.

I'm sorry sister that I couldn't be there
to keep you much alive.
I hope that you didn't suffer much
I hope Jesus stood before your eyes.

Some of us may never know why you
had to get up and walk away.
But God said that He'll be looking out
for you just call him during the day.

Rest in peace and peace be with you
as you journey on your way.
Remember us all who's left behind
for you we're continue to pray.

God left a memory of you for us to
cherish all along the way.
When you reach the gates of heaven
send us a message to say that it's okay.

Everything is at an void, my mind,
my heart,my thoughts, my soul.
On the days when everything should
matter, those days I lose control.

Good times and happiness should be
everything, right now I feel so weak.
I've been elevated to the head of the class
lost, tormented and labeled as meek.

My heart has been ripped up and tossed
aside, for I feel like I've been scorned.
Investigating the size of this ******* hole
the more I find that it's been torn.

Help is just around the corner that's what
the political correct like to say.
I call out to them but still nothing changes
because they can't fit me into their day.

The closet door is close and I can't get out
Seeing only darkness with no light in sight
I keep running away from you and you won't let go
The grip you have on me, it's so unjustly tight.

When I walk outside to see the world as it is
All I can see in my eyes are so many tears
Things you took for granted and by misleading me
A sorrow I've been living with for so many years.

You bring up all the things that only you believe
The perks that you falsely behold and selfishly proclaim
You talk about things that I was force to live without
Like the ****** of my unborn child who has no name.

Outside this closet you're so impatiently waiting on me
With greed, animosity, and your only engraved trophy
The story of your backward and twisted unforgiving life
Only cherished by you to be your only fame and glory.

in my room it's dark and her
terror is always there.
she spoke words of i love you
but she really did not care.

she believed in anger and the
painful acts of deceit.
she believed in domestic terror
as a way for her to compete.

her face was a thing of beauty
her heart was made of stone.
even seeing herself in a mirror
she wouldn't admit to wrong.

she took away everything when
she'd taken my child away.
she did it out of malice because
she lives her life that way.

my pain has been kept a secret
for so many silent years.
whenever i see her face i relive
all of my fears.

no one knows the pain that comes
along with all the shame.
living with a female monster
one without a name.

Sometimes you get stuck in a place
and you don't know what to do
You hear cries in the night, you
look around, theres nobody there.

Who is it, who am I, who are you
why are you here and what do we
want, we just don't know and we
keep wondering why is it us.

The silence is all around you and
it has me covered with dismay
you don't care and we are lost in
turmoil of what we just may be.

How do we get out of this mess
what do I do to be removed from
who and what you are and you
be ridden of who I just may be.

Will we continue to sink into the
darkness that's inside of me
must I continue to suffer the
bitterness of who you really are.

The flowers are dead all around me
and the ground on which you are
standing on the grass will never grow
no spring and there is no sunshine

Empty spaces for you and the fun
of the circus don't exist for me
why are we here and who am I
and what will you turn out to be.

how many acid raindrops have fallen
from the open skies up above.
how many people live today without
knowing the meaning of true love.

how many tears are formed in the eyes
of a man each and every day.
how many people try to use their voice
but never having a good word to say.

how many years have gone by since the
beginning of the good times.
how many neighborhoods can count the
days when there was no crime.

how many clean rushing streams are there
that actually find their way.
how many children walk the streets without
having a pillow for their head to lay.

how many times will man **** another man
just for the sake of his own greed.
how many years will continue to go by before
we destroy the only world we need.

I didn't talk to God today and
I don't quite understand why.
He woke me up to see a brand new
day when He could have let me die.

I didn't consider the price He paid
for me to live from day to day.
I didn't see His blessings when things
could have been a different way.

He kept clothes on my back, and two
shoes on my feet.
I didn't bother to say thanks for giving
me food to eat.

I took for granted that it was He who
keeps a roof over my head.
He tried to remind me of these things,
I didn't hear a word He said.

He still offers me forgiveness for the
terrible way I act.
Leaving the gates open to His heart
just waiting for me to come back.

there's a void within
an emptiness that
I can not find.

an idled soul
that lingers
without meaning.

who am I
I don't know
who I am.

I'm here
I think
I'm numb.

no tears
no pain
just empty
inside.

Imagine the steps you take with
the sand under your feet.
The wind blowing at your back,
the sunlight's a treat.

Imagine ships sailing carelessly
out in the open sea.
You're resided to your cabin
sipping a cup of warm tea.

Imagine the wings of the seagulls
spreading effortlessly.
Racing after breadcrumbs that's
thrown in the air so unselfishly.

Imagine watching the sunset over
into the western skies.
These are the perfect images for
days when tears fill your eyes.

by: Willie J. Jennings
4/25/14

I worry too much about things and
I let it get inside my head.
I can't travel in the right directions,
I go the opposite way instead.

I lose faith in everything and it's
just the way I live.
I give out in the middle of the road
because I have nothing more to give.

I search for the tunnel that will have
the shining light.
Only to find that the daytime hours
have been taken over by the night.

I've been beaten and destroyed by
a force that I can't figure out.
If there's any good left in me it's
taken away by lot's of doubt.

I stand at the bottom of mountains
without finding a way to the top.
Reading signs along the way and
they all say "STOP".

How can I find my way if I'm afraid
to take the chance.
How can I stop boulders from knocking
me down if I don't make a stance.

Buried deep in the clutches
of unknown fear.
Knives hanging from ceilings
edges sharp like a spear.

Chaos confirmed to be defined
worst than it's meaning.
Bloodshed and tears running
like water hot and steaming.

Missiles become a common
thing bursting in midair.
In the clutches everyday people
live in total despair.

Nothing is simple anymore
for its complex situations.
Extreme greed and destruction
threatens all creation.

No one is immune from falling  
through the clutches pitfalls.
Evil has a way of waiting for the
right moment to make its call.

Isolated from the world as time
floats quietly away.
Having to deal with an abundance
of pain every single day.

Memories of perfect days are surely
bound to be loss.
Like facing the wrath of a tidal wave
you're bound to be tossed.

Peace seem to fade away suddenly
and at a very rapid pace.
Leaving the frown of uncertainties
stamped across the face.

When others of the world are happy
and floating happily along.
This monstrosity can cause the soul
of a victim to feel all alone .