Did U know
that when U were sleeping
I was up all night
writing
Things that mayby someday
someone would read
Did U know
that when U were were out there
WORKING
to pay the bills and so fullfill
the coffers ever more
I was at home writing
Did U know
that I was pouring out my soul
with each and every  line
]as though it was a vine
reaching down inside my mind
to leave a little sign
of my soul redeaming?
With each and every step
I go forwards with regrets
of a life I tried to
fill with meaning
Did U know
that I keep it hidden
in my soul
this life I've tried to
live without sceaming?
It's so hard
to be honest and true
in these times
that have no clues
as to where or when
we should place our hearts
and still have an ending
Did U know?

What is left of my life
feels
     like
                  a
          roller
   coaster
           ride
one
   day
         is
    up
the next
           day
        is
   D
     O
       W
           N
All I can hope for
is that it will all
come
Around
& that good things
do still
wait
ahead
for those
who reknown
a life
worth living
& is not
PROFOUND

keep on living


keep on loving


keep on doing

**till they stick me in the ground

The thing I really love
about a child
before the age of ten
is their honest reaction
no shame or pretend
So open to the world
receiving all so openly
because their vision is
unrefined & they have no
dexterity

Their reaction
to a situation
is immediate
No cause for hesitation
No contemplation
of the situation
just honest
adulation

It's refreshing
to the core
Sometimes it's
over exuberant
but never is a bore
To be the recipient
Of such
**I adore

It was
& is
a place to escape
All of the things
that take up my mind
The small dark places
that utter
And weep & seep
deep within my shrine
When I shake & tremble
from the wants
& cares of reality
I burrow down deep
And sink down
even deeper
because I am so inclined

To need that place
to escape
the worries & wowes

  not sublime

I would run uncaring

If it made a lick of sense

To that place

in my own defense

but at least there is that space


Tucked away


where no light



can ever shine

That one tiny speck

for my soul



& I to descend






to the refuse in my mind

I think I may have fathered 4
But only one legitimately
And it ripped me 2 the core
when she took him away from me
Yes, I've been a father
'though I've never raised a one
So as with each year
I'll not receive a card
or call, not a single one

Sometimes I think,
I may have missed out
But I would have raised
anyone of them
with out a dought
And so, I've lived my life
wondering who & where
they are?
I wonder if I'll ever meet them?
Or will they mearly remain
one of my scares?

As I ponder this
upon this Sunday
I sit alone
upon my throne
Hoping I can make the mortgage
so I won't loss my home
I know the phone won't ring
and no cards will come
So I should get off my ***
and get something done

Instead of writing poetry
to escape from other things
I should think of today
as just a Sunday
and not think of Monday
and horrors it will bring

So 4 those fathers
who get the calls & cards
from all those sons & daughters
even though their lives are hard
I hopeU don't find it a bother
have a great one, with  my regards

When I see the world in bloom
It makes me feel like singing a tune
I think of you, my love
When I gaze at the stars bright above
And watch them dim
with the call of a morning dove
I think of you, my love
When the world is passing me by
and I'm down but I want to try
I do think of you, my love

Well they'll stone U
When U R down & out broke
Ya, they'll stone U
& take another ****
They'll stone U
When  HD is the trend
Then they'll stone U
& say plasma in the end
But I would not feel
So all alone
Everybody must get ******
They'll stone ya
& say it was deserved
Then they'll stone ya
& call out the reserve
They'll stone ya
& say it's only hemp
Then they'll stone ya
& add pariquit to it
Ya, they'll stone ya
& hike up the price
They'll stone ya
& say it was CondaLisa Rice
Well, I would not
feel so all alone
But everybody
must get ******