If I give you love
what will I get in return?
will it be acknowledged?
or will it be but spurned?
If I offer my love
will you be mine forever?
or will you laugh at me
and say to me   - not ever.
Am I just a fool in love?
head over heels and blind?
silly and sheepish, blushing
not knowing what's in my mind?
I stand on the steps of happiness
worried, lest I fall
falling at your feet
all curled up in a ball.
Columbus took a chance
and by God - he did all right
I cannot leave you now
without putting up a fight.
I smiled and said I love you
my voice began to crack
but your eyes lit up I swear
as you smiled at me right back!

The morning's light is soft and tender,
I sip my coffee - greet the day;
the hummingbirds are sipping theirs,
the world is silent in its play.

The sun is climbing in the heavens,
spreading warmth, erasing dark;
the rains that fell from days ago,
slowly lose their puddled mark.

The summer's touch is halfway gone,
it's such a subtle blend of light;
when days grow short and fold,
the evening, with the night.

The seasons come and quickly go,
in life's great passing scenes;
leaving fading memories,
of what their passing means.

The morning light is soft and tender,
it will not last too long;
I greet it with a lifted cup,
and welcome it's sweet song.

I do not need a map,
to get from here, to there;
from point A to point B,
I can choose just where.
I do not need a compass,
to sail the ocean blue;
a boat that's tried and tested,
will ensure that I get through.
All I need is God,
to be secure and safe;
shelter from life's storms,
from surly winds that chafe.
All I need is love,
to protect me from all harm;
and the subtle  softness,
of your cherished arm.
All I need- I have already,
I don't need another thing;
contented and at peace,
in what this world will bring.

There's a gypsy in my blood,
that wants to run the road -
and I must travel to the spot,
to where my heart's been sold.

Give me, the open spaces,
let me wander in the night -
let me hike the distant hill,
then my heart will be all right.

I've a need to roam the land,
for the  places I still seek -
to hear the wild goose cries,
to view the snow-capped peak.

Guide my feet to somewhere,
absent traffic and no talk -
just the hush of quiet forest,
under leaves where I do walk.

There's a gypsy in my blood,
to be a carefree vagabond -
taking solace in a journey,
to the vast and far beyond.

In the throes of Heartbreak Canyon,
I came across a fellow rover;
he spoke of his undying love,
while she told him, it was over.
We shared the lonely miles together,
and talked about, the pits of hell;
he was a spectacle of plight,
a man in torment...I as well.
Yet there are hurts that can't be shared,
and there are words that can't be spoken;
there's only emptiness of souls,
when two loving hearts are broken.
Lost in a wasteland, nothing grows,
the ground beneath you... shaking;
and you've no solace from a friend,
a sorry world of your own making.
Here's where Heartbreak Canyon is,
it's in the canyons of your mind;
where misery replaces love,
lost with souls of your own kind.

Take the heat of day and
soak it in,
till you feel like,  you are
done;
then hurry to the shade,
and then,   ignore the sun.
Summer is a scorcher, in
these parts,
it's a likelihood you may
combust;
whatever way you go -
you'll turn to dust.
The skin will blister, then
turn red,
the wounds will seep, like
syrup, flowing;
you'll blister like a
ripened peach,
if you're not knowing.
Whatever happens, do not
fall asleep,
when you wake, you'll be
a lobster...red;
boiled to a crisp, outside,
not in a water-bed.
Or better yet,  don't take
that chance,
respect the heat's great
shining wrath;
is an hour way too long
or not?
I've given you the facts -
you do the math.

114 degrees in the valley
glad I moved up north
away from killer heat
in numbers, I was fourth.

My folks moved here first
then my brother and sister
I finally made it up  here
(slowed by a heat blister)

The summer days in Phoenix
go on for way too long
even in the fall
there's no September song.

Triple digits make their mark
from April through October
relentless, oven-baked days
before the season's over.

It's a dry heat, so they say
but when you're hot, you're hot
when you're a 100 miles northwest
it's a much more pleasant spot

The cold comes creeping up my legs
in exposed limbs, there's a trace;
suddenly, it comes full force
and slaps me in the face!
The wind makes things much colder
what is called "the wind chill factor";
today feels ten degrees chillier
I refuse to be an "actor."
To run around in shorts and t-shirt
to show I'm unbothered by the cold;
but I'm not young and invincible
In fact, I'm rather old.
Can't handle cold as I once did,
the sun's a friend to me;
Florida and Arizona beckon
(that's my humble plea).
In dreams I lay contented
in a hammock, in the sun;
wishing I were somewhere warm
as the day is done.

Heaven, love and truth
in my world do reign
soul and spirit shining
nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Peace and understanding
obedience to Him
make this world  a nothing
makes all else but dim.
Praise and song and glory
there's nothing else that matters
His word is paramount
though your heart be shattered.
Though your heart is hurting
His great love will mend
and not just for tomorrow
but it will never end.
Heaven, love and truth
peace and joy and bliss
eradication of the past
that you will never miss.

Heavenly Father, hear my prayer
in this new year we still care
for peace and love and hope
give us the strength to cope

Give us the faith to trust in God
for each and every need
the fortitude to do what's right
and on His Spirit, feed

Heavenly Father, hear our voice
for a nation that is bleeding
physically and spiritually
it's not Your voice we're heeding

The world is chaos and confusion
they're calling evil good
they've done away with sin
not doing what they should

Heavenly Father, hear my plea
Your the hope of our salvation
we await Your son's return
to heal this broken nation.

On a fast train straight to nowhere,
I got off at Despair City;
chock full of loathing for my soul,
and wallowing in self-pity.

I had a case of heebie-jeebies,
couldn't hold my peace for nothing;
all my calmness was shot to hell,
that my life would not mean something.

Disgust was staring in my face,
the blues were pounding on my door;
I was losing friends, left and right,
life was hopeless; without a core.

I was on a bus to nowhere,
I got off in Sorrow city;
a rundown town of broken spirits,
its condition wasn't pretty.

If there's a hell-hole, this was it,
polluted, dark and decadent;
and the turmoil never ended,
no matter where it was I went.

Hello Lord, it's good to have You here
I awaken with the sun, and joe
it's a boon to have You near
but then, You always know.

You make each day a treasure
walking by my side
Your love's beyond a measure
I've nothing left to hide.

When all the shadows fade
Your light becomes my road
in this world we never made
I give to You my load.

You never fail me Lord
it's just me I have to change
all those rivers I did ford
when other thought me strange.

Hello Lord, it's good to have you near
to stabilize my heart
with You, I need not fear
that You will ever part.

Hello poetry, what's your rhyme today?
can you take me far from here,
to a distant land unknown,
where I've nothing more to fear?

To some secluded shore,
to a pleasant, quiet beach?
or have something more profound,
and mysterious, to teach?

Carry me to dreamland,
leave me in it's clutch;
where I can find but solitude,
and won't have to think too much.

To a golden sunset on the hill,
to a sunrise that is grand;
to spaces of the west,
to a peak in Switzerland.

I feel the heartbreak of your loss,
I feel the joy you send;
I marvel at the words that touch,
and the way my mind does bend.

Hello poetry, did you talk to God today
or were you burdened with the world?
did you take some time to pray
as the day progressed,  unfurled?
Did you thank Him for your blessings
and for another day of life?
or were you full of second guessing
brought about with weary strife.
Did you say hello to strangers
or comfort those in sorrow
with no worry of fearsome dangers
but filled with hope of our tomorrow?
Did the thought of God prevail
did you remember to be humble
or did some troubled thoughts assail
to make you halt or quickly stumble?
Hello poetry, did you say hello to Him
and to His precious son that came?
to forgive us all from our sin
and not remain ashamed.

When you come to me
I shall be ready
with honor and with glory
and with praising song
because you turned my life around
and revealed to me
what is right and what is wrong;
Gave me the truth that
I was searching for
gave me the strength
to go through any door;
Caused me to hope
when everything went wrong
put me with other people
where I felt I belonged;
Renewed by faith in God
with the promise of tomorrow
where death will be extinguished
where there will be no sorrow;
Where all will place God
above all else
the name above names
where peace and love and joy
forever reigns.

Show me a place where the breezes are a-blowing
where pines shine green, that's where I'll be going
where weather's kinda fickle, and comes by chance
that's where I'm headed,  like a dancer to a dance.

Like a rooster to a hen-house, like a bee to the honey
it's freedom of the soul, and you don't need money
air where there's no stink, skies that glow so clear
where you lose your blues, with nature so **** near.

Where the sun is bathed in shadow, to ward off any heat
all you hear are footsteps; it's the sound of your own feet
the view from ancient hilltops is super-sweet and grand
and you marvel of creation, made by God's own hand.

There's the quiet all around you, still, the silence speaks
your reward, greatest grandeur, that weary hikers seek
that brings joy to your heart, sparing you from older pain
now, you know you've shed the hurt and it is on the wane.

Yes, there's a place I know quite well, where wind is blowing
and you've probably guessed by now, that's where I'll be going
with a knapsack on my back, and some cool water on my side
I'll see you - sooner or later- for now's the time I hide.

The heat comes, in little waves,
lapping at my neck and shoulders;
my search for shade is futile,
I walk amongst the boulders.
Their granite faces solemn,
standing mute above me;
I escape the burning breezes,
and set my spirit free.
The heat seeps through the air,
there's only scattered shade;
I wish for pools of water,
the image quickly fades.
Not much water in the desert,
only dried up pools of muck;
there's no freedom from the heat,
I'm simply out of luck!

Out on the porch,
gentle breezes blow;
I bask in early morning sun,
in its warmth and glow.

On my makeshift trellis,
trumpet vines climb high;
the rosemary is fragrant,
against the azure sky.

The honey locust trees,
sway lightly in the wind;
on the far horizon,
that seems to never end.

Dark, green juniper,
makes a lovely edge;
bordered on the gulch,
it makes a perfect hedge.

The willows and a cactus,
share the earth together;
red roses and bottle-bush,
complete my backyard treasure.

The arid land, does not lack
for growth,
the plants all seem
to know their place;
I grow to love their
buds and blooms,,
knowing soon, their
smiling happy face.

The sun is bright, the air is warm,
on this, my noontime walk;
the wind blows steadily,
but not enough to balk.
My legs are eager, full with grit,
my face, breaks into smiles;
snow-capped peaks are distant,
perhaps, a hundred miles.
The spring-time grass is golden,
like Kansas wheat in bloom;
I look at far flung valleys,
with ample, elbow room.
Serenity surrounds my soul,
engulfs me, with its calm;
I trek the rugged ridges,
the hiking...like a balm.
At night, the skies light up,
where the coyotes often croon;
I touch the stars with fingertips,
and then... caress the moon.

Take me to the higher ground,
where breezes always blow;
where the air is ten times fresher,
than what is down below.

Let me climb to heaven,
to touch the azure sky;
to where the sun is brighter,
to where the eagles cry.

To where the traffic is no more,
where sounds fade fast away;
to the quiet and the beauty,
of a perfect autumn day.

Let me view the mountains,
that surround the happy hills;
that envelope the valleys,
of weathered rocks and rills.

Take me to that higher ground,
where forever, I am lost;
unknown, a hermit of the land,
where waves are never tossed.

There is nothing like
the climbing of a trail,
to still the tremors of
one's soul;
To wash away the daily
sweat of life,
to purify the heart
and make it whole.
The views above, make
those below, enchanting,
the vast expanse of
mountains that surround;
up here the air is
clean and fresh,
and peace and quiet
relatively found.
The summit's not important,
'tis but the climb;
that renews and replenishes
the constant state of mind.
Give me the solitary hike
in which to linger;
marveling at the artistry
of God's great finger.

I am done with my addictions,
the smoking and the drinking;
the "running"  after women,
what was it I was thinking?

Truth is, I wasn't thinking,
and so, I rolled in sin;
with no thought of tomorrow,
or places I had been.

I was young and ignorant,
couldn't see the road ahead;
couldn't find my way back home,
and I got lost instead.

Was it me or was it Spirit,
that turned my life around?
that shed the evil doings,
that made my body sound?

Like to think it was the hand,
unseen,  but strongly felt;
that softened up the toughness,
that made my anger, melt.

'Twas the genesis of faith,
the steps I took toward Him;
that freed me from my past,
and took away the sin.

I walk with God,
you think it odd?
He alone is friend,
He keeps me to the end.
The end is when your dead,
I'd rather be alive instead,
but we all know where we're going,
some are afraid of showing.
But to die is but to live,
the way to "get" is give,
we're too foolish with our pride,
we must set it all aside.
**** the ego and the lust,
in God we surely trust;
don't need no wanton greed,
He'll satisfy our need.
Bow your head and kneel,
think it out-don't just feel;
He is worthy of our praise,
He'll see us through our maze.
In the final scene we win,
if we stay free from sin;
so you see, it isn't odd,
what we do is honor God.

September morning;
bright, fresh and clean;
autumn's in the air,
felt,  but yet, unseen.

The dawn is past,
the day is nigh;
I greet the sunshine,
with a joyous sigh.

I drink in deeply,
the breath of early morn;
view the placid lake,
the sunflowers adorn.

Jax tugs gently on his leash,
the spring is in his walk;
he nudges grass aside,
among the flower's stalk.

Man and his best friend,
on their daily stroll;
each on his own path,
each with his own goal.

Honor our great God
give your burdens up to Him
fill your soul with love
empty it of sin;
Peace will rule your heart
it surpasses understanding
follow His great truth
let Him do your planning;
Forgive yourself and others
with what you have, be glad
keep your tongue from anger
it's senseless being mad;
Rid your life of turmoil
keep on an even keel
it's what you give to others
that fosters God's appeal;
This world is not His world
rebellion, lust and greed
only hurts the body
and that's not what you need.

Be faithful until death,
and you'll gain a crown of life;
overcome the obstacles,
that unfold as pain and strife.
You are made of sterner stuff,
to praise and honor Christ;
to suffer persecution,
with each throw of the dice.
There's a better world awaiting,
after ours comes to an end;
there's a new earth in the making,
around the final bend.
Hold fast to all its promise,
the deaf will hear, the blind will see;
the sun will shine on everyone,
in the new eternity.
Every knee will bow to Him,
the sinner and the saint;
take heart to wait that day,
never worry, never faint.

Hold me,  when you feel desire,
kiss me,  as the day grows long;
set my heart and soul on fire,
listen to,  my sweet love song.
Hold me,  when the times get lonely,
kiss me,  when I first awake;
tell me,  I'm your one and only,
share with me,  the world I'll make.
Touch me,  when you want me close,
give to me,  your arms at night;
and of your love,  a great big dose,
that will satisfy all night.
Hold me,  as the dawn comes breaking,
kiss me,  when the shadows fall;
touch me,  when your heart is aching,
and,  as the sunset,  softly calls.
Hold me,  when you've lost a friend,
kiss me,  even though you're blue;
for me,  the moments never end,
as long as they still end with you.

I cannot fight the traffic,
the horrendous line of cars;
innumerable and endless,
like a road of metal stars.
They cut you off in passing,
you have to hit your brakes;
where did they get their license?
at Walmart for God's sake?
They're in a hurried frenzy,
buying Christmas presents;
they're terror on the highway,
by their very presence.
The holidays are here again,
it's mass transit in full force;
it's dodgeball on the road,
and close to home of course.
And so I do my shopping,
in the coldness of the morn;
avoiding sun and racing cars,
far from the driver's scorn.

Honor your father and mother,
and let your life be long;
it's the first law with a promise,
on it, you won't go wrong.

We all need the right direction
in the things we do and say;
as we journey in our youth,
and prepare to go our way.

Our Father rules with mercy
and kindly discipline;
and when we leave the "nest,"
the rules, they do not end.

Authority is placed by God,
there's always one bad apple;
those we must discard,
as though our life we grapple.

Honor's only rightful,
when morals are but good;
doing what we know is right,
not what we think we should.

Honor we must give, to God,
in the depth of daily battle;
though the earth does shake,
and though the sabers rattle.

I'm not fond of hospitals,
the sick, the injured, the dying;
nurses wearing gloves and masks,
catching bugs when I'm not trying.

But we have to pay respects,
to those we love and cherish;
to be there in body and in mind,
when they may sadly perish.

We have to stay quite cheerful,
to lift their sprits up;
to say they will get better,
to be there as they sup.

To make them laugh, not cry,
to encourage them each day;
while they are confined in bed,
till they're released one day.

But hospitals are my bane,
I can't get away too quickly;
from the things that one can catch,
by just visiting the sickly.

How healthy is your heart?
is it evil or is it good?
do you strive to do what's right?
behave,  just as you should?

Man sees the outward being,
but God looks upon the heart;
just whose child are you?
of whom are you a part?

The way of the world's not right,
they're deceived by the father of lies:
unmoved by honest emotions,
unmoved by sorrowful cries.

Man's ways are not His ways,
man's ways are not the path;
they trouble the one on High,
and only incur His wrath.

How healthy is your heart?
does it follow the way of the Lord?
dos it seek to escape the justice,
of His terrible swift sword?

How glorious Your truth Lord
from the dawn of our creation
from the beginning of all time
you formed each separate nation.
How wondrous is Your beauty
that flows to every  shore
that firmament of sky
that leads to heaven's door.
How beautiful the night
that shines in every star
that galaxy of diamonds
that we  see from afar.
How majestic is Your truth Lord
from Your written word
from Your mighty voice
like thunder, we have heard.
How magnificent Your glory
to those that heed Your call
to those that are forgiven
from their lowly fall.

How many loves can one man have?
is there a quota on the heart?
is there a barrier to love,
that keeps them all apart?

The mind does not keep tabs,
on the stirring of a soul;
on the spirit of a touch,
that tends to make us whole.

The heart is broken many times,
by thoughtless words and deeds;
the sadness and the pain remain,
not what the body needs.

Yet, once more, the flame burns bright,
and the soul meets someone new;
suddenly,  the sorrow's gone,
and we begin anew.

How many loves can one man have,
before the curtain falls?
before the race is finished,
before the heartbeats stall?

I am the blanket that covers -
your body, from head to toe;
that protects you from the night
and relaxes your evening's woe.

I am the blanket that moves -
when you turn in troubled sleep;
keeping the dreams more safe
as you're falling into the deep.

You slumber under my cover -
as the sandman creeps on in;
stealing away before dawn
as the sun slips over the rim.

I am the blanket that loves you -
from your head to the tips of your toes;
no one suspects our belonging
to each other -  nobody knows.

I am the blanket that covers -
every fiber of your dear soul;
that stretches from end to end
the body that makes you whole.

I called to say hello,
a thousand miles away;
I said my brief hello,
and your answer made my day.

It took away the rain,
it took away my fear;
when I heard your voice,
so very close,  so near.

I called to say hello,
on my weary way back home;
tired of the miles I'd come,
bored of the restless roam.

You voice was sweet and pleasant,
like a balm to jangled nerves;
such is the voice of love,
and the emotion that it serves.

I called to say hello,
from across the neighborhood;
much closer than we've been,
from the distance that we've stood.

If I could hold you
just a little while
put my arms around you
and hold you close
I would melt into
you and stay still until
enough minutes had past,
I would not remember how long
it
had been when
last I did that.
Time moves so slowly when
such contact is repressed.
But you run and hide and
laugh at my unmet desires.
The game is getting old...and
darling, so am I.

If I had my way
the rain would fall each month
a little here and there
not in one big bunch.
You wouldn't hear of ******
on the evening news
of violence, *** and ****
no more delving in the blues.
If I had my way
there would be only cheers
to satisfy the heart and soul
void of sorrow, hate and fears.
Where a child was safe in school
and the nation was united once again
where love was once again the Golden Rule
and there was no division among friends.
If I had my way
then in God, we'd always trust
where treasures are stored above
not down here - where they would rust.

If I've a choice,
it's love,
not hate;
love, it never fails,
if your master of
your fate.
If I've a choice,
It's peace
and never war;
war destroys all people,
peace opens
every door.
If I've a choice,
it's freedom,
no more a slave;
the truth,  it
sets you free,
you'll be
honest, strong
and brave.
If I've a choice,
then in God,
I must believe;
to lift my soul
to heaven,
and when dying,
not to grieve.
If I've a choice to make,
let me live by faith - alone;
to have a heart that melts,
and does not turn to stone.

If only you had held me close,
then I wouldn't feel the pain;
but then, you seldom hold me,
so I'm left with little gain.

If only you had smiled for me,
for something I did right;
in place of empty arms,
through long and lonely nights.

If only you had held my hand,
when I sensed danger near;
when I faced the coming day,
of a senseless, unknown fear.

If only you had given love,
in the quiet of an evening;
if you'd only turned to look,
to see that I was grieving.

If only you had held me tight,
when feet beneath me swayed;
if you'd only paid attention,
why then...I may have stayed.

I have no green thumb,
the flowers see me coming
and laugh,
the roses are smothered
by the aphids climbing
their stalk;
they pay no attention
to my consternation,
they just balk.

I have inadvertently killed,
green plants and their seed;
no matter how I fuss and fume,
for me, they have no need,
they often seem not to care,
when I set out to ****.

I cannot tend a garden,
no matter how I try,
somehow, they see me coming,
as if to watch them die,
regardless of my sigh.

My thumb is never green,
I can't control my nurture;
they wither on the vine,
look as if they've been tortured.

I must choose another hobby,
before I lose my mind;
a thing that don't mind dying,
as I learn not to be unkind.

I know what love is..
it's the smile in other's eyes;
it's the laughter of woman,
it's the sound of lover's sighs.

I know what joy is...
it's the comfort of your arms;
it's the sunshine that you bring,
along with all your charms.

I know what sorrow is...
it's the weeping at a death;
it's the loneliness of friends,
the sudden intake of a breath.

I know what fears are...
it's that the day won't end;
it's nights that are too long,
it's what's around the bend.

I know what love is...
it conquers fear and sorrow;
it accepts things as thy are,
so that we can face tomorrow.

I know what love is..
it's a poem that speaks;
to the heart and to the soul,
and to the love we seek.

I know why the caged bird sings;
it's for the hope of joy tomorrow -
it's for the hope to spread its wings
to fly away, from its sad sorrow.

It's for the dream of living free,
it's for the dream of soaring flight -
it's for the dream to only be,
for endless days that seem as night.

I know why the caged bird sings;
why his voice is strong with hope -
someone clipped his golden wings,
his songs reflect, his way to cope.

Outside his window, shines the sun
inside the house, there's not much light -
confined, he cannot fly or run,
he sings because he's lost the fight.

I know why the caged bird sings;
for being jailed - not of his making -
not knowing what tomorrow brings,
because his tiny heart is breaking.

I will wait for you -
in any kind of weather;
in the coldness or the heat,
as long as we're together.

I'll stand by your side,
through good times or the bad;
forgiving all the hurts,
or things that made us sad.

I offer up my sunshine -
to brighten up your day;
I offer up my kisses,
in hopes that you will stay.

I give to you unfiltered love -
to do with what you will;
my hand to hold, as we climb,
the up's of daily hills.

Never will I leave you -
you can always count on me;
you're my undying partner,
until eternity.

The only place to kneel,
is before the coming King;
co-creator of the world,
that makes the heart to sing.

Don't kneel before the flag,
stand up straight and proud;
and when your hear the anthem,
sing out the song...aloud.

That flag is full of freedom.
to those that gave their soul;
for those that can't come back,
to keep our nation whole.

You disrespect the glory,
of the ones that kept us free;
when you refuse to stand,
and rest on one poor knee.

Don't kneel before the flag,
it's a sign you do not care;
it's a sign of your indifference,
to those that truly care.

In place of hate, I put love,
instead of war, I put peace;
and the blessings I received,
have yet, to come, to cease.
In place of pride, I am humble,
instead of anger, I just smile;
and the joy,  that I felt...
has lasted all this while.
My wickedness caused me pain,
but truth called to my heart;
and with God's Holy Spirit,
I made a brand new start.
Became a new creation,
cast off the chains of sin;
free from it's strong bonds,
aware of where I'd been.
In place of wounds, found healing,
instead of sadness  -  hope;
in the promise of tomorrow,
a place where I can cope.

In this mad world,
we love and ask for peace;
for wars to end,
for hate, to cease.
We ask for joy,
and quiet times;
when we can read
a book or someone's rhyme.
In this mad world,
we pray for no more killing;
it tears the soul apart,
the death bell keeps on ringing.
We seek the solace,
of the love of others;
before we douse the light,
and slip underneath the covers.
In this mad world,
we have to hold our candles high;
to fight against the darkness,
of the nightly skies.

You were mine, just for awhile,
although you never knew it;
you could always make me smile,
but somehow, we didn't fit.

A one-sided love was all it was,
you didn't know just how I felt;
a brief encounter, a short-lived buzz,
you never saw the way my heart did melt.

I could have loved you, if you let me,
but you had someone else in mind;
you never realized, you let me be,
somebody you would never find.

But love unreturned, is no love at all,
and so I went, my unhurried way;
you weren't around to see me fall,
I just slowly vanished from your day.

You were mine, for just a little while,
although you never spoke a word to me;
funny, how you always made me smile,
and never knew the day you set me free.

I remember when -
you looked at me
with love,
with desire in your eyes;
you never said a word -
just smiled and
took my hand -
how swiftly the time flies.

I remember when -
your voice was
my delight
your laughter cheered me much;
you looked at me
with love,
you blew me air kisses
you nodded when I spoke
and I melted at your touch.

I remember when -
you wrapped me in
your arms
and a treasured bond we made;
we held each other tight
in between us
smothered space -
some memories never fade.

I remember when -
you looked at me
with love,
the world was beautiful and grand;
that was years
and years ago
but time does not forget,
and nothing worked as planned.

Yet I remember when
you  looked at me
with love,
my nights were filled with sweetened dreams;
now nights are short
and restless,
the dreams destroyed -
undone by lies and petty schemes.

When love unravels,
nothing stays the same;
but I remember when,
you softly called my name;

and you looked at me
with love =

it was long before,
the sorrow came.

Please...leave us the hell alone!
we don't want democracy;
take away your so-called pride,
and your,  morality!
You claim to be a Christian,
but God's not in your schools;
you cannot say a public prayer,
the state, not church, it rules!
You say we are intolerant,
of what we will accept;
but we don't share your values,
(some secrets are best kept!)
What matters to you most?
we tend to say...it's money;
you claim that we are "backward,"
you think our ways are "funny."
But our God is not mocked,
the wages of sin...it's death;
so keep your "morals" to yourself,
and your lying, stinking, breath!