somewhere far
from city's light
the boat tips gently
in the night
he's in the moment
listening
and moon off ripples
glistening
music plays
a distant tune
an old transistor
calls to loon
and settled into
cozy lull
his feathered blanket
lines the hull
safe and sound
he drifts to sleep
in gentle waters
soul will keep
somewhere deep
in waters dark
appears a lone
and hungry shark
and then a tug upon the line
aroused from slumber
sleepy mind
grabs the pole
fast as he can
reels it in
and forms a plan

if this fish is really big
then I will have to do a jig
and that the case the boat will rock
I will not make it to the dock

and if this fish is really small
I will have worked
for naught at all
and then no story would I tell
for lies once told could lead to hell

but if this fish is average size
with no more lightning in his eyes
and tired of the will to live
the fight is gone
got none to give
then I will let this last one go
I've fished all day and
this I know...

the very last should simply be
the one that got away from me
and with the knife, he cut the line
which freed the shark
and saved the wine
which sat beside the sleeping bag
and calls a man to battered hag

Ahoy to fishermen like this
whose spear is certain more to miss
with one eye closed and one eye ope
close the other? I say NOPE!
Leave the one eye always open
best for night fish which need scopin'
keep a knife there at your side
cut them free, and drop your pride
take a hamburger to eat
just the same as fish is meat.

Halfway home to the pearly gate
struck a bargain up with hate
I'd like to say the deal went well
but hate's a liar bound for Hell.

Not to hate the evil one?
Turn your back, he'll take your gun
shoot you down and take your land
**** your people, hate's demand....

Everything you ever thought
every line you ever bought
every ounce of strength and sweat
all you own, but wait, more yet

Take the shirt right off your back
**** you off and burn your shack
Best to trust the God of Love
the Way the Truth, the Life above.

Halfway home to the pearly gate
struck a bargain up with hate
What I know now, I wish I knew'
Hate came for me, He'll come for you.

Best to Love the Lord your God
Don't be tempted, save your ***
don't be fooled or make a deal
Let Him know just How you feel

God the Father, Christ his Son
made the way, his work was done
on Calvary he bore the cross
and by his stripes I count the cost!

Death to Life, and NOT to Hell
I died to me, and now I'm well
I know the truth, I've heard the wise
and hate can't fool me with his lies!

I love you God with all my heart
I know you knew me from the start
I did not know you then you see
but now I do, and now I'm free.

His Down's Syndrome makes
His age a tough guess, I'll
Say eight to ten.

Wide eyes on machines,
Ice cream dripping on the
Pavement outside the

Construction site.
I wanna work like this when
I grow up, he says in

Young enthusiasm to a mother
Whose eyes well up with
Gratitude when I approach

And kneel down in front of
Him. So you want a job,
Buddy? I ask him with a

Wink. He suddenly remembers
His ice cream and bites into
It shyly. Nods, glancing at the

Tools in my belt, the scratches
On my arms, the brick wall
I've been attacking with a

Wacker jackhammer. Nods
Again. Well, I'll see you in a
Few years, I say with another

Wink, this time to his mother,
Who'd look her young age if
Her eyes weren't as tired,

But you can start with this
And get some practice. I hand
Him my Stanley Fat Max

Hammer. His ice cream
Hits the ground as he
Recieves it with both hands,

Looking to his mother for
Confirmation that it's ok.
Oh, it is. She mouths a

Thank you SO much...
They walk away, his chatter
High pitched and fading

Around the corner. And I
Head over to the foreman to
Report that I lost my hammer.

Don't ever employ me.
I can work a good game, but
I'm too soft around little heroes.

told it like it was
of love and loss and beauty
knew about deep pain
trusted the bigger picture
and played his voice
like a violin
wrote music to suit
that amazing tenor
a follower of Jesus Christ
brought a sinner to salvation
and singing was your thing
your voice, oh, Roy Orbison
could melt the hardest stone
I miss you in your old age
but you are not old anymore
you are young, healthy, strong
and can see...you have been restored
to your peak of perfection
and I believe that Heaven
is a better place now

http://youtu.be/J4ki93EqjHU

it was just a little story
something that you sent me years ago
you said it was the only thing that you could do for me
just to write your words
if not your feelings which hung heavy
in the deeper darker places
yet unspoken or unheard within your soul...
never mind
it's just a story, you said
I think not...but I know better
since I write poetry which
is always more than just a poem
revealing deeper things
too painful to admit. or feel....
I tried to read between the lines
assuming everything
anything
wanting just to know the truth...
see your thoughts in your own handwriting;

and I kept them all
I kept them all

what can I say that has not yet been said
and where can I go that my heart hasn't led
when faced with the truth, let it go to my head
it hurts, but at least it's an answer
and where is the one that I've wanted to date
yesterday's leftovers still on my plate
coming to grips with the fact that he's late
and he's probably out with that dancer

Oh he may come and he might go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know, it's called my soul needs patching
you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching.

And when will I have what that other girl's got
love for a lifetime, guess this is my lot
I've scared off a few with the end to this plot
how those mystery dates made me shiver
and who is this person that I have become
sometimes just lazy, and snapping my gum,
I've tried to play smarter, perhaps I'm just dumb
but I'm all that I've got to deliver

Oh they may come and they may go
but I can't follow, I'm too slow
still I can sing a song I know,  it's called my soul needs patching
and you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching.

how can I slow what is driving me on
roll down the window, I'm more like a song
Set on the breeze that the wind blows along
with the fragrance of long summer days
So why all the longing when now is enough
precious and sweet are your words off the cuff
i'm happy to have you to read all this stuff
while the worlds smallest violin plays

Oh they may come and they may go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know it's called my soul needs patching
and you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching