His tattered pants lay on the chair,
A shirt so worn with no more care,
The shoes worn out from labors lost,
No one to wear them, such a cost.

Worked day and into night's domain,
To feed a family, remain still sane,
Had only memories to take him there,
Where he could sleep without a care.

His hat hung limp on a rack nearby,
The glasses that he wore on his eyes,
His favorite book with pages worn,
Just like his life, but now reborn.

The scent of his most favorite cologne,
So soaked the air in the home he owned,
And every little thought he once may  had,
Is gone for the past, once handsome lad.

Yet, late at night when the living are gone,
You still can hear him singing a favorite song,
And in the still distance you see him turn to say,
Goodnight dear loved ones until another day.

wanting you

needing you

feeling you

tasting you

all of you

not part of you

should be with me

together free

hope that you

will want this, too

to breathe of you

all day you

until you come

to love me, too

I wait and pray

when comes a day

that all of you

will soon be here

so I can love you

all of you

Orb of silence show me a sign,
Which way shall go this human kind?
With war and famine, ******, too,
What is the human race to do?

Seen coups and crisis, tears that flow,
How many see this pain we know?
Devastating lives, such  broken pain,
Sometimes the world has gone insane.

This child I hold that hugs me dearly,
Has little recollection of peace so nearly,
But still the daggers of despair slice quickly,
The aftermath should make us sickly.

The blanket beckoning us to so cover,
Will split the two, most innocent lovers,
When common sense and lies abound,
Hear heaven calling, the deafening sound.

When all will gather on the rocky mountain,
Drink deep within the everlasting fountain,
Then maybe we will stop swift madness,
Remove the tears, remove the sadness.

If living brings a tear of joy,
Then let's just find the other,
For I can not forgive the pain,
That comes from a lost brother.

When lies paint sadness upon a face,
We must search deep and long,
For being inside the human race,
Sometimes stops short the song.

If every word cuts like a knife,
Then have the bandages near,
For life is part the joy and strife,
When we all live in fear.

Just like the sad child who takes a look,
At things so shamed and forbidden,
Forever seeking the hopeful brook,
When joy sometimes is hidden.

If I could take the wordly lost,
And keep them safe and warm,
I'd never contemplate the cost,
Of saving most the swarm.

When night falls like a fiendish foe,
Remember what was revealed,
That all we thought we ever know,
Is hidden deep inside and sealed.

But ever so the optimist learning,
We leap hard when we should stagger,
Each moment closer to heaven so earning,
Life ****** forth some sharp dagger.

Today the radio announcer said,
Some lonely man was now so dead,
That in his last time on this Earth,
He soon become the opposite of birth.

He lived alone in such a dingy place,
A long time gone from the human race,
Lost in the crowd that rushed him by,
The radio didn't say how he died.

Of course, the clouds and rainy day,
Precluded his trip to this darkest way,
That on the train to the heavenbound,
He finally realized he was no longer around.

What such a shock to find you're finished,
When lived a life so dull and unblemished,
With no glorious feats or races  to run,
He lived his life and  on purpose had no fun.

Who cried for him and pretended to care,
When not even the priests and nuns were there?
No relatives with hands held out for money,
So they could live in the land of milk and honey.

So, all his so called treasures he held so dear,
Was tossed in the gutter and trash I fear,
For value of things are really not of use,
When someone is dead you silly goose.

Angel come to save my soul,
Bring me to the world you know,
Take my burdens and cast away,
All the hurt I felt this day.

Tell the ones who met my eye,
That their tears I now must cry,
Love them with what I should be,
Ask them please to forgive me.

Cleanse my heart so hard like stone,
Move the mountains I did alone,
Hold them spirit up high to claim,
That all their hurt I am to blame.

Started life contented and free,
Learned to close my eyes to see,
Thought a living was mine to make,
Walked the path I chose to take.

Somewhere where I clamored on,
Forgot the darkness soon found a dawn,
Used the ones who did love me the best,
Failed the ultimate human test.

Angel hold me to your breast,
Treat me kindly like all the best,
Show me where the kingdom lies,
Stop my soul from how I cry.

Let me say with words forlorn,
No more let me be so scorned,
Fill my mind with heavenly love,
Take me to the gracious dove.

In nights so pailed with curtains drawn,
I sleep as if there comes no early dawn.
Lost deep within my dreaming mind,
I see the images so lost and yet so defined.
Which gossamer world is playing out ?
Who is it that comes slowly and then shouts?
Can not make sense of nonsensible things,
That all my head begins to dance and ring.
Such hope, fear, love, and crazy happenings,
My heart begins to sink and I see beings.
Can't take the logical logic man and mind,
That can what is unreal begins to give a sign?
Lost in the bleary vision of a nightly dream,
My mind see  things and is it time to run or scheme?
So then if I am bound unto this weary thing,
I suddenly wake to hear those lovely angels sing.
Until the next such hidden moments up and rise,
I slowly wipe the sleep caught on my eyes.