I know life is hard
But it's okay
Just pray to Jesus
On this day

It may sound simple
May sound dumb
But Jesus is the One

I'm not here to preach
Or to tell you what to do
I'm just sayin'

Love is good for you

Here I go again
I can hear the rattling
of the heavy chains
I locked the door
of my heart with.

The crumbling
of granite walls
built to keep love out.
The light is getting in now
you have got inside me.
Just enough to make me
fall in love again.

I cannot hold my breath
Before the look of you
takes it away.
A final crash as all my
defences crumble.
You are standing in the rubble.

I am falling apart
at the power of you.
Then without my consent
You write  your name
Indelibly on my soul.

Even as a boy.
I always thought  I knew
what love  looked like.
She was soft curvy and blonde
with beautiful blue eyes.

I looked for her for years
and she finally showed up.
When she showed up
she was brunette wore glasses
that hid her brown eyes .
she hated my music
hated my friends
and in the end
she hated me.

It was ten years
before  love returned again.
This time she had a
short blonde pixie cut.
Green eyes and a perma smile.
She taught me that when a
woman is smiling it does not
reflect what she is thinking.
She played music all the time
that someone  else bought her.
She did buy me
my favorite ice cream though.
But she would eat it all
in midnight food binges.
as her music played.

I am now waiting for love
to come again.
It's been five years
but I know love
will show up.
I am sure of it.
when love left me I asked it to
leave my door open.
I kissed love softly goodbye.
And there were no tears.

I whispered softly to love.
thanks for coming to visit me.
I love it when you are around.
Don't be a stranger Love.
come back and see me soon.

When God said Moses take this tab
For what I'm gonna say
Ain't so bad
These rules are gonna make man good
And tidy up this neighbourhood

So Moses was ready to chisel away
And put in stone what God had to say
Waiting on the mountain in the wind and rain
Not getting fancy with all the chat
Just laying it down with a little holy rap

God's in da hood
In my back yard
Breaking bad souls
Yo it's all good

Now God he spoke in a godly way
Saying hey Moses my dog don't you play
Around with da words I'm rapping all day
Coz this ain't no **** you be messin wid
For all man is gonna say
**** that God he's gonna be right one day

I have a pill for all your ailments
Let me tell you what they're for
Here's one for you stomach
You know, when the acid churns and makes your throat burn
Here's one for your dizziness
Yep, that vertigo, this will get rid of
Another for your mind
You see, you shouldn't your sanity have to find
And yet another, this one's for pain
This one will help you when it forever rains
But here's one that I know you need
This one here, yes this one
This one's for your heart
Unfortunately it can't mend it back to before it broke
It will just keep it...well.....
I do apologize, I know it's not what you want to hear
This one will keep it from stopping like you want

There will always be Paris

Written For The City I love
Jude Kyrie

*There is smoke in the air tonight.
In the old city that has seen many
wars and tribulations.
But smoke clears
those left will move on.

I do not want to
remember Paris like this.
It is so easy to do.
In the cold sadness.
I want to see the sprinbgtime
on the banks of the Seine
with lovers kissing
as the blossoms appear.

I want to see the artist
creating the beauty of the old city
and its lovely ladies.
I want to hear
Edith Piaf singing
La Vie En Rose
as only she can sing it.
With her heart full of passion
and love for the people of the city
pinned to her sleeve.

I want to be young again
and fall in love
with a beautiful french girl
her kisses sweet and tender
her heart carefree.

Tonight my tears flow like rainfall.
But it cannot last
not with Paris.
Not with its life blood
spilled on the streets.

I love her too much
and I will return
For tears are not the way
for us to say goodbye.

This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******.
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.