Three-storied house with porch and swing,
Yard with some flowers in morning sing,
Trees with broad branches heavy with leaf,
Shadowed the air with some darkened relief.
Boxes on boxes filled memories so dear,
Tucked away neatly so no one could hear,
All of those memories speaking out loud,
High overhead comes the billowing cloud.
Chasing each other so wildly in light,
Laughing and singing our youth so delight,
Beautiful dreamers so endlessly longing,
Radio blaring those wonderful songing.
Wishing this moment in time standing still,
Love everlasting in voids we could feel,
All was so magical dancing and living,
You made the moment worth sharing and giving.

The curtain drops upon the stage,
Another actor will become of age,
Another tragedy will engulf two lovers,
While critics hide beneath their covers.
A script creates a world of wonder,
Where people love and often plunder,
Where lives are woven like a faded rug,
This play we see gives hearts a tug.
The plot and magic are melted thus,
Where who's the hero and who's to trust,
Are shown in scenes like some melodrama,
Played out in the open this panorama.
The curtain calls and final farewells,
Bring tears of joy who can we tell,
About this play that touched our souls,
Is centuries long and centuries old.

Words sometime flow,
Other times so slow,
Putting words so right,
Takes the entire night.
When words never come,
I really feel so dumb,
To have an empty page,
Fills me with crazy rage.
At times I'm lost in prose,
I can not smell the rose,
When will I have the time,
What happened to the rhymes?
Sometimes they play,
The words do not delay,
I put them on a page,
I feel like such a sage.
This poetry is hard,
I think I'll mow the yard.

Sometimes, in the weary hours
of the morning, when the silence
is all around me, I hear her voice
so faintly calling me in her most
desperate voice--I have no choice,
but to follow where she calls me;
Occasionally, when I try to rest
my heavy head upon my pillow on
my bed, she comes to me in the most
haunting dream, filling me with a
chill and thrill I can not understand,
except in the most bizarre trance;
She is gone, this five years past
and laid so finally far under grass,
But I can feel her spirit walking
in the garden slowly by the fountain
lake; I can not forget her, nor ever
forsake, her dear,sweet loving memory.
I hear her now, and I must go.

Love of life, love of song,
Filling treasures all day long;
Friends and faithful days of light,
Come from heaven soft in flight.
Spirits bounding, sweetly sailing,
Hear the music so refraining;
All that makes the body magic,
Comes from sweet internal joy.
All our lives in constant hoping,
Learning ways to bear the coping;
There'll be times so dark and *****,
All of life not always pretty;
Find the calm that is within.
All forgiveness, stained from birth,
In our journey some sad, some mirth;
Taste the wine from earthly vineyards,
And the bitter is sometimes the sweet;
No one tastes the savory meat,
Without the peace that is within.

When my demise comes silently along,
I want to be dancing to a lovely song;
When the curtain falls upon my play,
I want to surely seize the day.
When I can no longer feel the sun,
And know my laughter is now to be done,
I want those who love me to sit by my side,
Because I will no longer be able to hide.
When I can no longer hold a baby who crying,
I'll know in my heart that I truly am dying,
But I will have none of regrets for tommorrow,
Or have all my loved ones consumed with hard sorrow.
Whispers and secrets no longer to tell,
My journey begins with the last ringing bell.

The ocean comes upon the shore,
To wash the sandy beach each day,
And as the waves erode the shore,
We learn to live another day.
The sun shines down upon the earth,
To spread its rays upon the living,
Majestic mountains sprung from earth,
Give scenic views for all the living.
The redwoods make a grand cathedral,
To touch the heavens in misty light,
And in the quaint and grand cathedral,
Our souls are filled with heavenly light.
A man stands silent on a grassy knoll,
Pondering the expanse of clouds so high,
And in the wee hours on that grassy knoll,
His spirit soars like birds so high,
And angels help to touch the sky.

See the children,
Merry-go-round,
Some are smiling,
Some have frowns,
Running,jumping,
Laughing with friends,
While some have bruises
That  will never end.

Some bring lunches,
Full of love and treats,
Others have nothing,
No food to eat,
Some have clothes
so stiff and new,
Some wear rags,
faded and blue.
Some are happy,
Others have fears.

Some are drowning
in their tears.



Copyright © 2010

Sometime this spring, when all
the cobwebs have been dusted,
and all the cold and dampness
has gone away, I'll sit on my
front porch and watch the lazy
clouds go by.

Sometime this spring, when there
are no more dreary days, 0r long
and silent lingering nights,
I'll sweep my front porch and
sit so grand in my rocking chair
and stare and howl at the
sumptuous moon.

Sometime this spring, I'll hold
my child in my loving arms,
and will stroke her hair and whisper
to her about all the adventures to come,
and dream and fill her head and heart
with all the joy that nature brings.

Sometime this spring.


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Soft summer,
Misty rain falling,
Gentle breeze
skipping happily along;
Clouds hovering,
Dark,damp sidewalks,
Grass glistening
in summer, sweet rain.
Dogs in the distance,
Children playing,
Splashing puddles
they run on their way,
Happy singing
our magical day.
Yellow bus passing,
Mothers come running,
Schoolbooks falling
in puddles they lay;
Time being captured,
A summer,sweet rain.

We can not capture the moments lost,
No matter what price or what the cost;
But when you left this earth so sadly,
I longed for all those moments gladly.
Men told of how your friendship was good,
And how you truly understood,
The magic of your friendly smile,
A handshake and the extra mile;
I heard them say how kind your were,
Which made me proud and emotions stirred;
I'm sorry that I couldn't ease your pain,
Or place some sunshine inside the rain;
But, Dad, I loved you, this is true,
And stand proudly on this man I knew;
No days will past without thoughts on you,
Of all the jokes and tenderness, true;
Just hold my spot in heaven, please,
For someday long in the future with ease,
I'll come along and see your smile,
And share a handshake and the extra mile.

Have we money enough to save,
All of humanity, the human race?
When will those who starve and cry,
No longer slowly whither just to die?

There's plenty left to build cold machines,
To **** and destroy the dreamer's dreams,
A massive amount for fire and destruction,
For what the ends, and what the function?

Where hides the food the world has grown,
For starvation and disease we have truly known,
Not all those standing long in lingering lines,
Will receive what they have come to find.

The scientists will formulate, just to say,
How science, no doubt, will save the day,
And druggists mixed together those magic pills,
To cure all sickness and imaginery ills.

When will the streets no longer provide,
A place for homeless to freeze and die?
The shelters, there are never more than enough,
So life is hard, and life is tough, and ever rough.

But in the land of milk and sweet, sweet honey,
There flows the abundance of credit and money,
But some are standing outside the illustrious gate,
Looking inward with want and some full of hate.

So, it's time for the world to open wide its purse,
To solve this problem, this evil and eternal curse,
For the mass of many are most likely to finally find,
They save their wandering  souls when they are kind.

My heart will bear my longing soul,
To love another full heart in tow,
Without a thought to stop and cry,
Or, ask if this love will ever die?

I only have one way to give,
One way to love and fully live,
So, if someone sweet comes today,
I'll love in my full and singular way.

I'll place my soul upon a platter,
To show how love can truly matter,
And kiss and hold one person near,
No longer hope and die or fear.

When two can bend and shape in one,
The life everylasting has now begun,
But know this firmly, don't shake a fist,
That perfection in humans can not exist.

I'll ask of you no mere passing and flirtation,
Or, expect your actions to move and shake a nation,
But, will ask you to love me as you only know how,
What say you beauty in the living and now?

My heart will bear my longing soul,
For you came home in full heart and control,
And I, a lonely man so spinning and lost,
Will never regret the time and cost.

For every tear that falls from heaven,
Someone's heart is burdened with pain,
For every tear that stains humanity,
There leaves an aftermath just the same.

If all the energy to promote goodwill,
Out shone the sun perched far in space,
Then no more visions of hate and destruction,
Would be tolerated by the human race.

When dreams of many project in time,
A visionary world begins to form in space,
Then visions become our cherished realities,
And a destructive world becomes a lovely place.

For every child born who cries for equality,
There hides a child who is clouded by pain,
Then we must step up to fight for freedom,
And no longer be secluded in the falling rain.

County  McClintock where she was born,
There lived a beauty not ever scorned,
The fellas from around the corner miles,
Would line up just to see her smiles.

Her hair would glisten in the morning sun,
Her laughs gave moments of lasting fun,
The eyes she had could bear her soul,
But no man could ever gain firm control.

To woo her was a fulltime endeavor,
For she was full of tricks and cleaver,
But everytime she gave hugs and kisses,
Some men so jealous would sneer with hisses.

Remembering how one day she came,
She didn't seem like herself just the same,
A worried look was painted acrossed her face,
Showed her life was missing the human race.

I asked her softly what was the bother,
She said such harshness came from her mother,
And long gone dead, her father couldn't say,
How she became so quickly  within her way.

I held her tenderly and stroked her hair,
In hopes to remove the sadness and the care,
But my attempts were so lost in my vain translation,
For she was captivated by her singular sensation.

The town had gossips, and they already knew,
The girl was in her way, this was apparently true,
And who the father, no one could rightly guess,
Why  she was held accountable to face the test.

Since no man came forward to own up their part,
She stewed for weeks in her solitary and single heart,
And all the time, such mountains of it so on hand,
Eventually killed her soul, do you understand?

Then one dark, drizzily pouring down rainy day,
Passing the cliffs along the raging ocean on her way,
She stood and stared so desperately into the  empty sky,
Then jumped into the ocean so pained to slowly die.

Black is white and white is red,
Whose to care when we are dead?
Yellow is pink and pink is blue,
Has the hatred gotten to you?

Is it silly to enlarge the pain?
It's just a skin color just the same;
What some people think is real,
Is imaginery madness, that's the deal.

If the same eternal God almighty,
Molded us all and none are shoddy,
Why should we decree it's wrong,
When someone sings a different song?

Where the tree roots take deeply hold,
Makes children think  they only fit the mold,
Parents shape and tell them horrendous lies,
So out they go to make others suffer and cry.

Unlearn this and that along your way,
Determine your own future, this I say,
Remember that shades of colors are grand,
When the muriel created we all share and
understand.

Can't we hope and pray, this is so,
We all are color blind, don't you know?
To live and love by actions and deeds,
To save humanity by planting these seeds.

The salt of your skin is like a savory dish to me.
I go deeper into you inner soul to see your smile.
Your hair, your skin, your eyes that lure me deeper,
are what has so entranced me to your heated trap.
I can hear your heart beat loudly like some African
tribal sound, calling me to deliver my soul unto you.
Afraid, yet limp in mind and body, wanting to go
ever deeper, deeper, deeper. You give what you
get,and I cling like some lost and frightened  child,
but full of hope that you will love me, too. I sense
the darkened room has taken on a life of its own.
Our sheets are damp like after a downpour in
a tropical forest, and I feel bewitched as you dig your
nails stronger, stronger, and stronger. I must have
you now as if my life depends upon it. You smile and
scream into  my ear an eternal primal mating call,
and I am so defenseless.

Laugh, when feeling defeated,
Know, you are truly needed,
When you are sad, don't be low,
People love you, don't you know?

Shy, when the world defeats you,
Hope, when you are feeling blue,
When darker skies, make you cry,
Just remember somehow  you'll get by.

If you love, when the tears are falling,
Live, come on stop your  stalling,
Let life no longer pass so quickly by,
Stop those tears, please don't cry.

Laugh, when your  heart is heavy,
Sing, when you felling  uneasy,
Know there is one, who loves you so,
If you'll only hope and let yourself go.

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.

I heard the news this morning,
And tears fell from my eyes,
For someone still was missing,
I had to cry and cry.

Was on their way to school,
A usual path they took,
That monsters were a roaming,
In every bush and nook.

So little unsuspecting,
They skipped along with glee,
Looked forward to the morning,
But the innocent could not see.

He eyed them with the devil,
His plan was blackened with hate,
That little ones weren't seeing,
Until it was too late.

No rescue team came running,
No angel stopped the pain,
How do we help the innocent,
When others are insane?

So loved ones wait by phones,
And stared out windows closed,
For where ends up their children,
No one will ever know.

In yet a frightful world,
Where live some strong and meek,
Who stops the wicked people,
So children must hide not seek?

I gave my friend a rose,
To help her smile today,
For such a friend is precious,
This much I surely say.

I held her close and whispered,
How she had changed my life,
Her soothing voice spoke softly,
I knew she'd be my wife.

Her hair smelled sweet and lovely,
Her eyes so bright and blue,
My friend would be my future,
This much I surely knew.

So, all the life we lived here,
With all the things we did,
From once I first did see her,
Again once we were kids.

I gave my friend my love,
With everything so free to give,
That she became my partner,
We both begin to live.

Let's sit by the fire,
And dream of adventures,
Of times when our youth
made us invincible.

Let's feel the warmth,
And stare blindly in space,
Thinking of those gone by
who no longer holds our hand.

A good book, a cup of hot tea,
A warm blanket nearby,
Wrapped around our bodies
gives momentary peace.

A song playing faintly,
In the other room near,
Reminds us of an event,
Or time, place or person.

Let's sit still near the fireplace,
Sipping slowly on our tea,
And dream alittle dream,
Of times when we were
also immortal.

A good friend, a kind neighbor,
Hopes and endless nights of dreams,
All packed sweetly into our memories,
Create the fragments of our hearts.

Someone has my little pig,
I taught him how to dance a jig,
Listened to him sleep at night,
How my pig snored, what
a sight.

Searched in town, no pig there,
Most the townsfolk didn't care,
Thought he might stop at the bar,
So I walked, it wasn't far.

Swung the bar door open wide,
Searched to see where pigs might hide,
Called his name so loud and clear,
But my pig, he was not there.

Pig, oh pig, what was done to you?
Are you visiting at the zoo?
Did you run far into the woods?
My little pig so misunderstood.

He left without a stitch of clothes,
Is probably shivering, someone knows,
But if he left me just like a sneak,
By now he's ***** and how he reeks.

So, if you have my pig  somewhere,
Return him at once, I really care,
And I will bathe him with scented soaps,
My little pig he likes to mope.

So, back to home with no pig in hand,
My love for him no one can understand,
And in the near future this I fear,
My pig ran off with some cute deer.

But, pig of mine please call me soon,
Or our friendship is most likely to doom,
I will forgive you for what you've done,
Come home so we can have some fun.

void
darkness
distant screams
numbing
deafness
into nothing
help

heart
exploding
legs
shaking time
longing
friends
dying
no
direction
home

lost
perils
blank
stares
aching
laughing
hysteri­cal
madness
now

love
longing
not
coming
hate
waiting
that
day
ne­ver
comes

We sat upon the porch swing,
On evenings cool and fine,
To share our day together,
To share what's on our minds.

We held each other tightly,
This magical moment in life,
To laugh and cry together,
My lovely, sweet, sweet wife.

The dogs in distant blocks,
Would bark their lonely sounds,
We'd listen like  none other,
Should be the sounds around.

Those passing people walking,
Would chat so quietly there,
Sometimes they'd hold their hands,
Like their lives had no other cares.

The swing did move with motion,
We loved this dance so nicely done,
Some stars would light the ceiling,
We had more spiritual fun.

Then town clocks would remember,
To sound what they must do,
When midnight came upon us,
We'd sleep the whole night through.

If this be love, then let it die,
For hearts were meant to revel,
But when the pain makes you cry,
You might be with the devil.

If everytime I call your name,
Your ears are full of butter,
My mind feels like it is insane,
Are there still words to utter?

When all my passion melts like snow,
Then you might like to see another,
For one-way street love this  I know,
Means you must love some other.

If this our last day goes away,
Will you still keep my knowing?
For all the wasted time and day,
Should I have been now going?

When love is just a word we say,
Will you go randomly leaving?
For there are still the many ways,
Are we so tired of grieving?

The silence is so deafening,
The wind refuses to blow,
The air is hanging heavily,
Without you this I know.

I look for some relief and hope,
But nothing comes each day,
The ***** windows mar the view,
There's nothing much to say.

Each day alone is smothering,
No moments filled with peace,
The laughter is so far away,
The suns sets in the east.

I reach to call so many times,
But know you're nowhere near,
I'll never see your smiling face,
Of this my biggest fear.

He loves his flower bed with solitary care,
To tend with kindness the plants  still there,
Painstakingly watering when water is due,
He watches  the flowers burst forth so new.

The sun shines best in late  morning light,
The flowers bend over with breezes in sight,
He works all morning to cultivate the soil,
For him no work, no obligation or toil.

He pulls the weeds with a type of madness,
For weeds are ugly and bring the sadness,
But he will not allow time to come to convey,
Anything less than a purpose-filled day.

When all the watering is finally completed,
Upon his porch with ice tea and firmly seated,
Surveying his flowers, he notes this is why,
He can not let his lovely flowers begin to  die.

I died while waiting for nothing to happen,
Just taking in a breath that lasted not my way.
Is this the page they turn and say is life after living?
No one called my name, or looked to find me,
While I drew the final curtin slowly shutting;
No tears fell on freshly-grown faces and smiles.
Was there hope of family and friends to save,
This worn-out body from turning instantly to dust?
I died when no one was looking for such a silly thing,
No long goodbyes, no sorrow shed for me eternally.
So now I go beyond the veil of never knowing,
With a tear trickling down my face.

Stone walls,
enclosed space,
all entrapped
the human race.

Fenced post,
barbed wire,
keeping in
the ugly mire.

Rocks piled,
rows and rows,
holding back
what we all know.

Sealed emotions,
newly created,
sealing  life
is over rated.

Rough harness,
Strapped bodies,
isn't trapping things
so shoddy?

Clothed mouths,
never speaking,
on a  road
to nowhere seeking.

Little children come skipping by,
With foot so fleet and sharp of eye,
Laughing, singing, living  they go,
What do little children know?

In the shadows and long in sun,
Worrying nowhere, having fun,
Never telling the  reasons why,
Sometimes little children cry.

See the colors of clothes they wear,
Blues and reds and bruises they bear,
What's the story behind the scenes,
Why  the little  children are mean?

Little children now march the beat,
Stamping wildly down the street,
Carrying banners with empty sayings,
No more little children now playing.

Why do they still wish to play,
What will now adults so say?
Someday they will turn aside,
Make their children want to hide,
But no more, and yet no best,
Little children put to the test.

Let not the evening light so wane,
That hearts are hardend deep with pain,
For all the  journeys that lead us here,
All strewn with hopes and sometimes fear.

Each step presents a direction to go,
So swift the pace and sometimes slow,
Yet often stones are placed in our way,
They're only stones, what can we say?

Then wipe away bitter  lessons learned,
The chance to soar you most have earned,
With lost and weary  people learning  to shy,
When there's no reason to despair and  cry.

So light will soon shine like radiant bliss,
While aging travelers share love and kiss,
And dismal chapters so written in time,
Will no longer linger within our minds.

When all is done and evening here,
I sit by the fire and read King Lear,
Or, if some lovely person comes along,
Then let the games begin in song.

I stretch my aching body prone,
My mind to wonder in the twilight zone,
Or, if I smell something delicious and near,
I'll ring you up for some conversation my dear.

The crackling embers now  sound and glow,
At peace my spirit, oh, yes I know,
And Shakespeare makes my head to tumble,
My words begin to slur and then I mumble.

But this is the time of the witching hours,
I slowly forget those ivory towers,
With just my time with angels so near,
I laugh and call for you no fear.

So, find your place of peace and perfection,
To revel in the days and solitary reflection,
While I roll over to dose and begin to dream,
The spirits surround me and begin to scheme.

This, too, will be said,
That peace will define a nation.

When those who war for its own sake,
Look back in fear of their own demise.

When innocent  tears will flow like water,
That some will rue their evil days were long.

Most will stare and slowly shake their heads,
To see destruction for destruction sake.

Imaginations will still be hiding in the dark,
Hoping for something out of nothingness.

Lost souls will  laugh until they cry,
And heaven will open wide the doors of condemnation.

Evil voices  will loudly scream for blood no more,
And people will breathe again once more.

I turned my head to look away,
Because I wanted a perfect day,
Perfect moments  planned by me,
But I was blind and could not see.

I saw the starving, lonely man,
Look deep inside the garbage can,
But I above such filth and grime,
Could give no comfort and no time.

The lady dressed in garbage bags,
With ***** stockings, how they sagged,
Had nerve to come so  close to me,
That in my mind I had to flee.

The little child so hungry and lost,
Would give their souls at such a cost,
For hunger drives them to deny,
See how they lay there and never cry.

But soon at home when all is well,
To all my loved ones I will tell,
Of how the homeless spoiled my day,
In telling the story, I look away.

Gently let my hand go free,
Close my eyes so I won't see,
Whisper softly the words you say,
But please don't take your love away.

Hold me tightly and please  don't  go,
Love me longer and very slow,
Kiss my lips so sweet and long,
Sing to me our  lover's song.

Reassure me that you will stay,
Come to our bed and let us lay,
Bodies sway in love's delight,
Please decide to stay the night.

Once again I hold you close,
You're the one I love the most,
Then the tears fill up  your eyes,
If you  go my heart will die.

The petals fell from off the branch,
I caught them falling as by chance,
And saw them land within my hand,
No one but me could understand.

The beauty of the flowering petals,
Were soft and silky unlike metal,
And colors bright had faded so,
Was I the last to truly know?

Then cast the withering petals down,
Upon the damp and hardened ground,
And walked upon them with callous thought,
For faded beauty so long gone bought.

But comes tomorrow another day,
Where beauty comes in how it may,
And more and more the petals show,
That I am really the first to know.