The lord put millions of lives on this earth today.
To replace the ones that he took away.
We all have destinies that we must follow.
To keep the balance of nature true.
It is all up to me and you.

The crossroads that we come to in life
Can lead us straight or make us fight.
The straight and narrow is the path
That god has put for us.

And in his infinite wisdom-he gave
Us a choice at the crosswords.
One can lead to love abound.
While the other can make us fight
For all that is found.

The road that leads us to the fight
Is the road that we must take
So that we can use our hearts and mind
And fight to get to his heavenly throne.
So in death we’ll never be alone.

The road to love abound will look
As beautiful as can be
But it can hide lots of treachery.
Life is not always what it seems to be.
But this is the crossroads leading
To our destiny.

So when we think of a loved one who
Has been taken away.
They have gone to a better place.
They have achieved the goals that was given
To them. And left memories beyond compare.
For all the loved ones with which to share.

The child was brought into this world
By an un wanting mother, did not have
any family, no sisters , no brothers.
But was adopted from birth by a woman
Who was seeking a child, and didn’t
Have any of her own for quite  awhile.

This child was loved, like he could never know
Because as a mother her love she did show.
Never had a need or want for anything in life
Never knew about the mothers struggles or strife.

The child at times would question as to why
he was from a one parent family.
She told him that it was the way she wanted it to be.
She loved this child more than life itself
And in her heart this child would dwell.

Then one day before high school graduation
He had needed papers of when and where
He was born documentation.
He knew his mother kept the important
Papers in a metal box- which was always kept locked.

He found the key to the box, and opened it
Up with care, and with his mother the reason
He would share.
He found an envelope dated 1/29/92
Which was his birth date, that much he knew.

He opened the envelope and saw the heading
“ certificate of birth” on the first paper he took out.
As  he opened it up and started to read
Where it said parents names, was blank as can be.

He waited for his mother to get home
And then the papers would be shown.
When she got home he asked her why there was no names?
She put her head down and said : she was to blame.
You see: you was left on the hospital steps
With a note attached to you blanket saying:
“She could not take care of you
And this was the best that she could do.”

Being a nurse in that hospital, I fell in love with you
And I went through the process to adopt you.
I have loved you from the start, and you’ve
Filled my soul and heart.
No one can love you more than I
And I will love you till the day I die.

The tears started rolling down her face
And he kissed her tears away.
He said :you are the only mother I have ever known
And because of you, I have a family.
“ that could never change for me”.

I’m so sorry that I never told you my son
And for any hurt that I may have done.
I just wanted to protect you
That is all I wanted to do.

They both shed their tears, and comforted their fears.
He said: I decided that I would go to the  court of records
And change it for all to see, that you are
The only mother for me.

On his birth certificate they attached a stipulation
Which read: this woman became his mother from
The moment that he was found
And this case has become world renown.

Because of the hope she had in her heart
Her and her son got a brand new start.

HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE

I awoke with thoughts flashing in my head
I knew I had to write them down
So I got out of bed.
A thought of a love so pure, so fine
And I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Those piercing eyes looking at me
Telling me to put it into poetry.
           SO HERE IT IS
Your eyes attracted me from afar
Like the tail of a shooting star
I longed to hold you and make a wish
And taste the sweetness of your kiss.
To have you brighten up my darkest night
And send my heart into flight.
To feel the warmth of that fiery fire
And fulfilling my every desire.
All of this I could see as your eyes holds the mysteries
And taking me into the depths of your soul
And making me completely whole.
Like a whirlpool I am pulled down
I try to scream but I have no sound.
I am falling deeper and deeper with no end in sight
Yet I am calm in this journey of delight.
This whirlpool is starting to slow its pace
As I see your beautiful face.
And on this I cannot deny
That I have found heaven in your eyes.

this is my new site of growing up in n.y. in the 50 's & 60 's
but for all who want to post where they grew up in that time and era.

http://wp.me/p4qSnt-2

(2/16/12)

The loss of a child no matter what age
Doesn’t seem to ease the pain.
Whether it be one day or a lifetime of memories
In your heart they’ll always be.

How do you stop a parent from feeling the pain
Their life has changed and will never be the same.
Their child s face will always stay in their mind
Remembering of things and times gone by.

The emptiness that you feel in your heart
Is a feeling that will never part.
It’s as if a finger or a hand has been taken away
And you try to adjust and can’t find the way.

It’s like one minute you can see and the next
Minute you’ve gone blind, and there is
Nothing that you can find.

You wander helplessly in a deep fog
Not knowing where you’re going
Or where you’ve been, and your
screaming and cursing is a downright sin.

God had plans for your child you see
And this is the way that it has to be.
Your child was chosen because there
Is a job that must be done
And god felt he/ she was the perfect one.

The pains you feel while here on earth
Is nothing compared to when you see
Your child s new birth.

It was a shoebox of poems written over the years
Of joyous moments, heart aches and tears
The fond memories of her life, of being a mother and a wife.
Poems of her child bearing years, and all the joys that she shared.
A poem of the moment that she had dread
Of the day that she wed.
With butterflies in her stomach and tears in her eyes
And being strong so she would not cry.
Poems of when her children reached school age
And each year was a different phase.
Poems of family times, vacation times
And even of the nursery rhymes.
Waiting till the time was right, and to have
Quality time with her husband at night.
Her entire life was in a shoebox of poetry
Left to read by you and me.

(2/7/13)

Who is homeless? You ask me!
Let me explain it easily!
Homeless is in every part of the world
It covers any adult – boy or girl
It can be an individual or a family who has lost everything.
The first thing they lose is hope, and the willpower to even cope.

Then they lose Self Respect, and it gets better yet
They lose faith in their fellow man
Something that they cannot understand.

Now when hope and faith is taken away
Then love does not want to stay
Now that the three things are gone
How can they carry on?

But out of the blue a hand or kind word is said:
“Here come inside warm your feet! Have a little something to eat
Lay down on this bed-just to rest your weary head.
In the back there is a shower, and I’ll lay out a change of clothes
For you to wear.
I don’t have much, but with you I’ll share.”
They now sit on the bed to contemplate
Hope is now beginning to rejuvenate.
Their faith is now starting to creep in
As they ask themselves: “is there a chance that I could win?”
Is there something that I do not see?
When these hardships are thrown at me?

Now that you have seen hope and faith
Maybe love is not too late.
Then with a hug – a show of love is given
Now they see that life is worth living.

Now these three things have been restored
Helplessness will thrive no more.

© L . RAMS

10/11/07

What is a mother? You ask me!
It is something which is hard to explain.
Because no two mothers are the same.
     They can be gentle as a breeze on
A mid-summers nights dream.
Or as hard as a rock which you can not stop.

They can love you one minute-and spank you the next.
If you put them to a test.
     They will feed you and clothe you
And put a roof over your head-and give you
A warm ,soft comfortable bed.
    They will dry your tears ,and heal your cuts.
They will show you the rights from wrong
So you can grow big and strong.

If you’re a girl-they’ll teach you about satin and lace.
   And if you’re a boy-you must “wash your face”.

A mother is first a woman ,then a wife.
Then she creates a brand new life.
   She has to put her priorities in line.
Then she has to find the time.
   She will first take care of her husbands needs
And feed the baby in between.
Then wash the clothes-and make the beds
Sweep, mop and wash the dishes
And in between -feed the fishes.
   She becomes a juggler of many hats.
Does not get a thank you or even a pat
   She will continue this throughout her life
In hopes that maybe one day-she will hear her husband and
Children say.-we love you each and every day.
And no one can take that away.
This is what a mother is to me
And I will be thankful eternally.

We all have different writing styles, and we
May not all have grace and poise.
But when we do write, it’s all to make some noise.

We want to be recognized by the co-poets
All fair and true.
For writing our poetry is what we all like to do.

So I welcome all my co-poets who take this beautiful ride
And all their dreams and visions, they do find.

We do not only write what comes into our minds
But we write from the heart
And this is where poetry gets its start.

So continue to write all that you see and feel
Because these are human emotions.
That from us, no one can steal.

WELCOME ABOARD THIS TRAIN OF POETRY

most people don't read poetry because it's hard to understand
they don't know how to interpret what's in their hand.
they have read  century old poems with the " THEE'S and THOU'S
but i'm going to change that NOW.
i am known as POETLOU and i'm going to show you just what i do.
my stories will blow your mind, they are written in verse and rhyme.
they are stories of love, passion , faith and hate and of sorrows and abuse.
pick any story and you will see, that you'll get hooked on me.
let me take you on a journey where you've never been before
and i will open up every door.
yet the biggest door that you will see - is where your mind will be.

        ( food for thought )
if i was lying , i'd be flying  , and my feet are still on the ground.
ha-ha      enjoy the reads !      (C) L . RAMS 050115

i had a problem on my mind,
the answer to which was hard to find.
i tossed and turned throughout the night
and a knot in my stomach, which i could not fight.
i layed in bed, just abiding my time
waiting for daylight to arrive.
morning finally did come, sleep i had gotten some.
i got up out of bed, picked up the letter
that yesterday i had read.
there it was plain as day.
'sweetheart i love you, but i can't stay.
i must find what i am destined to do.
even if i must hurt my family and you.
i do not want to have a regret on my mind
because i did'nt get up to try.
so i leave you with my heart in hand
it was'nt something that i had planned.
i know that it will hurt my family and you
for i am going through the same hurt too.
you showed me all the beauties in the world
and i grew just like a pearl, but just like a pearl
i have to be shown and admired, and other
hearts, to be set on fire.
so i leave with tears in my eyes, and i must abide my time.
'this is the letter that i had read.'
and my heart was torn and bled.
weeks went by without a word, and to her family
she was not heard.
then i received a letter today, and in it she did say:

i searched the big cities and the towns
but the love i had gotten from all of you, was not to be found.
i did find something that touched my heart
and in me, has become a big part.
the love of a blind child, who was born without sight
who touched my heart with so much might.
he touched my face with his hands, and pulled them back right away
and with that he did say:
i am blind and i can not see, but i feel so much
pain etched in your face, and you left loved
ones without a trace.
you left loved ones with your heart in your hands
and it's something that they can not understand.
you left in search of something that you had all along
and that was a place that you could belong.
i survive because of the love that is shown
and eyes i do not need to see, something that may be hurting me.
if you are searching for something more
then go help the NEEDY AND POOR.
they need love and comfort too, and they belong to me and you.
i turned from the child and AGAIN ran away.
then that night to the LORD i cried and prayed.
when i fell asleep that night, in my dream
all of you were in plain sight.
all of you were beckoning me home, and your broken
hearts were shown.
so i ask you on bended knees, help me with what i've seen.
help me to help the poor, for this is my destiny
of which i'm sure.

she came home and we did marry, and now my baby she carries.
we are helping all in need, for in her
GOD did plant the seed

(12/15/12)

As the nation weeps today for the twenty
Angels which were taken away
We also weep for their families and friends
For this pain will never end.

Sitting in their classrooms with thoughts
And hopes and dreams of the holidays
In came a sick person  to wipe their dreams away.

We will never know what went thru his mind that day
To take away innocent lives in such a brutal way.
It is true that god has given us free will
But why go to a school and these children he kills.

Let us not forget the adults also who gave
Their lives trying to protect the children
On this day -For them also we do pray.

Tears fill my eyes and pains fill my heart
And their names , ages, or genders
We may not know or remember
But to them our hearts and love
We do surrender.

So fly my little cherubs, and take the angels hands
For you are going to gods promised land
Where there is no suffering, wars or pain
And gods love is the what remains.
                   (12/14/12)

she was awoken with a loud thunderous sound
she jumped up and looked around.
it can't be santa claus? it just can't be.
mommy did'nt even have money to buy a tree.

she heard the sound one more time
and upon her roof they did climb.

the little pitter patter of hooves
above her head
made her turn and jump out of bed.

she ran to the window and
looked to the roof
she wanted to tell her mother
she did have the proof.

she saw something red
moving to the chimney
then she knew it had to be.
that santa claus is not only
in our hearts and minds
and will live throughout all time.

all children are supposed
to be asleep.
but through half closed eyes
they would peak.

she then heard the sounds in
the room below.
as she opened the door very slow.
to her surprise there was a tree
decorated 'oh so beautifully'.

and there under the tree
there was gifts galore
who would think - that they were poor.

as she started to look around
at the fireplace he was found.
he was having the milk and cookies
that were left that night.
' oh my gosh what a beautiful sight'.

he then put his finger to his nose
and just like the book
up the chimney he rose.

she went back to her room, and climbed
back into her bed, said her prayers
and laid down her head.
she awoke the next morning
thinking it was a dream.
when she heard her mother scream.

how is this possible? how can it be?
'all these presents, and with a tree.'
as she ran to her mothers side
the tears started to fill her eyes.

i don't know who did this? i have no clue
and i don't know what i should do.
she then told her what she heard
and saw the night before
when she opened up her bedroom door.

as we opened up the first package
from under the tree
we saw a metal frame with one word.
BELIEVE
now we put this question to you.
do you believe? is this story true?

louis rams

wednesday 6/10/15 when going to my summer school post and made a right hand turn at the change of the light ( also in fl. you can make a right hand turn on the red ) i was slammed by a flatbed truck and forced me onto the sidewalk and hitting a concrete pole. the car was totaled and the driver sped off leaving a tire on the sidewalk up ahead , but we wasn't sure if it was from the cement mixer that he had or from his truck. any ways GOD and the ANGELS were watching over me and i walked away from that crash to the amazement of the police and the firemen medics who came because of a call from a passerby. i was taken to the hospital after they had gotten the info from me and then they called my wife and i called my daughter on the medics phone. ( mine locked from the impact and to my surprise not one airbag went off ) they did a MRI and just found some arthrithis in my neck , but i was allright. geico paid off the balance on my car and with the difference i put a down payment on a new car. ( KIA SPORTAGE 2014 ) new payments all over again but what the hell - i walked away from it. GOD IS GOOD i will continue writing my poetic stories and lyrics as long as GOD allows. BLESSINGS TO ALL MY READERS

From age sixteen to twenty, I had a 32-inch waist
Not an ounce of fat, not even a trace.
What happened to my youthful body?
When I had all muscle and no flab
Now all this weight I have to drag.
It is hell when you lose that youthful ***
Where people s heads turn and they nod.
Now my gut hangs over my belt
This is the worst I have ever felt.
They say when you get older your muscles tend to relax
Looks like I have to charge an overweight income tax!
They say in your fifties you are in your prime
“What happened to mine? “
When we get older, we are supposed to revert
Back to our childhood years, but apparently
Our bodies have some fears.
It birth it was our parents who used to change our diapers
Now our children are changing them!
GOD is truly a comedian!

to all the mothers in the world-who are raising their liitle
boys and girls.-it is plain to see that you have a tremendous responsibilty.
whether we are single or with a spouse
have an apartment or a house.
not many people know the pain you go through.
except the ones who are close to you.
when you are single and no one to give a helping hand
and no one to encourage you-or ease your pain.
it will never be the same-as someone with a caring spouse
who is a man and not a louse.
you struggle to give them all you can without the help of a man.
for there are very few men who will take on the responsibility
of raising someone else's kids.
unless they are in the same boat as you-and don't know
what to do raising his children on his own-in hopes that
they will be big and strong-and for them to see-he is holding his responsibility.
so if this man and woman can join forces as one
there is nothing under the sun-that can shake their faith
in the one up above-for he has given them this love.
and for the women who do have a man to share
the responsibility.-don't ever set them free-
because what you give up today
some one else will pick up the slack, and never give him back

I can not live without seeing your face
your smile, your tender embrace.
I can not live, without seeing and hearing your laughter
for that is all that I am after.

you are my life, my soul.
your love I want to hold.

the tears rolling down your face
when you see suffering all around
and no answer to be found.

I’ve seen your heart break
when a Childs future is at stake.

I’ve seen the warmth and tenderness that you bring
winter, fall, summer, spring.
for it matters not the year or time
for your feelings to unwind.

I’ve seen your touch stop a baby from crying
as they looked all around
and looked into your eyes and felt safe and sound.

there is an aura of light that surrounds your being
and a warmth that radiates from within.
like the sun upon the earth
giving life, giving birth.
it has made me stop and wonder
for when I met you, there was lightning and thunder
and you appeared, as if out of thin air.
I was transfixed to your face
not a line, not a trace of worry or care.
none of that was there.
you said that there was something
that you had to do, and if I would help you.
now I finally see, that you came to help me.
you opened my eyes to all that surrounds me
for that's the way it had to be.
the 'face of an angel' had came that day
just to help me find the way.
the 'face of the angel' that I saw
will live in my heart forever more.
SEARCH YOUR HEART AND 'YOU WILL FIND'
THE FACE OF AN ANGEL, JUST LIKE MINE.
Louis rams ©

(12/22/12)

It was Christmas eve and last minute
Shoppers were running frantically
As I walked out my front door
What to my  astonishment and surprise
A little boy sitting with a puppy in his lap
Looking up to the sky.

I asked : are you o.k. ? he replied : no ! not really !
Every year I find a spot to sit Down and look around
Of how free will can be put to the ground.

Why does man thrive on pain , suffering and war
When they have another door !
A door of peace, happiness and love
Sent to them from my father above.

I know since my birth it has gotten better
And people are finding their faiths once again
And love is filling many hearts and souls
But true happiness and peace should be their goal.

I see so many children abandoned and left in
the streets with out food or drink.
In the middle east and Asia- little girls lives
Are being taken and destroyed
Over the birth of a little boy.

Without the females this world would cease to exist
I would not be here if not for my mother
And like her there is no other.

Why would man want to take a life at birth
This is the most precious thing on this earth.
The children are so happy when they celebrate my birth
And receive gifts as I had done before
When the three kings opened up that gift giving door.
Yet ! I sit here reflecting on centuries gone by
With tears  in my eyes.
But also with joy and fulfillment in my heart
Knowing this is the season for a brand new start.

Look into the eyes of every child that passes by
And you will see that gleam in their eyes
And love in their hearts, if they are led in the right direction
Mankind will be closer to perfection.

I could not believe what I was hearing and asked:
Who are you ?  He turned and smiled and said:
I am your father my son, and I’ve come
To help everyone.
Everyone who seeks my father
I will respond in his name.

“Then he faded from my sight”
And I prayed for peace and love that same night.

             WHO WAS HE ?

© L . RAMS

What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.

Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you've never been before
And opens up every door.

Poetry becomes a longing, a want, a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.

Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it's my obsession
Yet! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.

So many different types of poetry
For the different minds 'you see'.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that's bleeding.

Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry ' life unfolds'.

louis rams

i was adopted at my birth, they paid my mother
what they thought it was worth. (medical bills)
she said that she could not care for me
she was too young and wanted to be free.

i was raised by two adoptive parents
who had loved me from the start.
and swore they would never break my heart.
they gave me all that i could want or desire
and their love grew like a flaming fire.

they were always honest with me
and they told me about my mothers plight
and with her parents, she did fight.

in her mind:
she knew that her mother had to give her away
but in her heart, she did pray.

mother! why did'nt you fight to keep me?
everyone is struggling in this economy.

you left without a sign or trace
and i want so much to see your face.

my loving adoptive parents told me from the start
that you had left, but with a broken heart.
every night i have a vision of you in my mind
and you're crying and asking why.

i've gotten permission to finally meet you
i'm so scared, i don't know what to do.
how will i react? what will i say?
so to the LORD i will pray.

when we finally met, we both broke down.
but they were tears of joy and happiness
that a mother and daughter share.
she kissed me and wiped away my tear.
she told me that it was the smartest move she made
for your adoptive parents, love you
more than words can say.

now i have two mothers with whom
i could share my love, and it was given
to me from the LORD up above.

louis rams

Lucy the cat

She has a cat that she named Lucy

The news she got was quite juicy.

Her vet told her that Lucy was a guy

He could not change it

No matter how hard he tried.

She argued with the vet

That this could not be

He didn’t have any *****

That she could see.

He said his ***** were really small

And he removed that bit of gall.

The people were laughing in the room

She had to run out real soon.

She headed for the door with cat in hand

For the laughter she could not stand.

She finally got her cat back home

Knowing he could no longer roam.

She picked up her cat and looked in total awe

She was positive of what she saw.

But apparently his ***** were laying to the side

She looked and began to cry.

LUCY ! How could you do this to me?

Now I’ll have to watch when you ***.

She had to change the name to LOU.

What else can she do?

Surprisingly enough he stood up on his back two

And ****** all upon her shoe.

Then told her : I still love you!

the hunt for Osama is narrowing down
in Afghanistan he will be found.
he is running out of places in which to hide
on that my friend it is no lie.

he will be captured or killed you see
and will go down miserably.
he has no place in which to go
but time is moving very slow.

people like him can not survive
for he is running out of time
just like Hussein in Iraq
who was sold out when he turned his back.

he will meet his fate like in waterloo
that is what he has to look forward to.
they say a million dollar bounty was put on his head
and that is something he does dread.

obama hear the words of each nation
for that is what you'll be facing.
the Arab countries that hid you today,
will tomorrow have to pay.

you will have to look at all your soldiers
to see which one will betray
and take your life on any day.

in the caves you are sweating
and now you must sweat some more
for change is coming now and forever more.

LOOK AND SWEAT FOR IT GETS BETTER YET.
Louis rams

We said we would meet at heaven’s gate
It is not our time so we will have to wait.
We had made an earthly vow that we would
Meet at heavens pearly gates
No matter how much time it would take.
The sounds of heavenly trumpets will blare
And family and friends will all be there.
They will greet us as newlyweds and we
Will lie in a heavenly bed of petals from the red rose
And that sweet scent tickling our nose.
We will be in our own cottage with a white picket fence
And a golden walkway to the front door
Where we will share our lives forever more.
The birds will be chirping and the red Robbins will sing
Letting us know that we have everything.
In heaven, there is no such earthly things as wealth
Politics or discrimination, because we are all
A part of god’s nation. There is only one language
And it is the language of love, shared
By everyone who comes above.

My heart was forsaken by the one I loved
She said my love wasn’t good enough.
If I truly loved her I would give her the material things
Necklaces, pearls, and diamond rings.
She said that love is in the giving
Without these things life is not worth living.

That’s when I decided to change my tune
I couldn’t get away too soon.
I took my heart and hid it deep in my chest
And to protect it I would do my best.
I became like a zombie- mindless and blank
And my heart I did forsake.

Surrounded by people that I did not see
Feeling hurt and angry as can be.
Friends and family started to pull away.
there was nothing left for them to say.

Then I was walking home from work one night
I glanced down the street, there was this
Woman rubbing her feet.
As I got closer I could see that her ankle
Was as swollen as can be.

Can I help you? Do you need a hand?
She answered : well ! “If you could
Help me try to stand.”
Her foot so swollen she screamed in pain
Trying to walk would be in vain.

I asked her : where do you live?
She said: “up the block- the house on the corner
On the second floor.”
I knew that she could not walk no more.

I swooped her up in my arms, and started down the street
The smell of her perfume delicious and sweet.
I had never really looked at her face until then
She had light brown hair, and eyes as well
When I felt my heart begin to swell.
A smile from ear to ear, and of me she had no fear.

I carried her all the way home, and up the steps
To her door. ( I felt as if I had been here before)
I asked: do you need a hand to get in?
She looked at me with a grin.
She said: you carried me this far, if you’d like
Some coffee, I’ll open the jar.”

I opened the door and carried her to a chair
The apartment looked small and comfortable
And quite fair.
I said: I’ll make the coffee ! You just sit and rest
I’m not good at this , but I’ll do my best.
I made the coffee and we sat and talked
Time passed by quickly and we didn’t know
That the sun was coming up, and it was time to go.
The sun shone thru the blinds creating reflections
On the mirrored wall.
Prisms of light surrounded our faces
And we saw our faces all aglow
It was truly amazing and quite a show.
I asked her if I could see her again
And hopefully become more than a friend.
She said: I would really like that to.
So I told her I will call on you.
My heart had finally become free, and took me
Out of this misery.
For six months we dated and enjoyed each others company
The riches I gave her, she gave back to me.
Love has no price ,but yet worth more than gold
And it is something that we can truly hold.
Not in our hands but in our hearts, and it becomes the biggest part.
We had become more than friends, and I guess you know the end.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE.

a patch of blue sky was all that was left
as the rainclouds hid the rest.
thunder and lightning all around, and nothing
could be heard except that sound.
there wasn't any more birds flying around
they were all on the ground.
they were in every tree and every bush
and every other place that you looked.
sharing the homes of squirrels, raccoons, possums too
afraid of what the storm would do.
all of GODS creatures know where to hide
they have that instinct deep inside.
not even one can be found, of the creatures
that live below the ground.
even the water creatures know where to go
as they hide deep below.
that patch of blue is a light of hope for all
of GODS creatures who have hid away, to let them
know of a brand new day.
so to all that are going thru a storm and can not
find the way, put your faith in GOD as his animals do
and you will see the patch of blue that was meant
just for you.

louis rams

They stand in their uniforms straight and tall,
They are family members one and all.
They put on the uniforms, not for money, fame, or glory
But for the untold story.
The story of wanting to be free to raise their families.
A story of love, emotion, and religious devotion.
They are willing to take the stand, and become the sacrificial lamb.
They are the AMERICAN soldiers who believe in liberty
To be able to express yourself no matter what it may be.
They come from the farmlands, the mountains, the big cities
And the small towns, where every soldier imaginable can be found.
Just read the story of Sergeant ALVIN YORK who in the
First World War he had fought.
He was a conscientious objector who came from the upper
Farmlands of TENNESSEE – didn’t believe in war but wanted to be free.
They told him about the founding of AMERICA and what they had gone thru
And to make a decision of what he wanted to do.
He sat on the mountaintop staring across the land
Knowing he had to make a decision – he had to take a stand.
With the thought of the bible s verse “thou shall not **** “
And the other thought saying “freedom is not free”
This has been going on throughout history.
He and nine others captured more prisoners than they dared to count
This is what AMERICA is all about.

louis rams

you say if it is not your way then it’s wrong
I’m tired of listening to the same old song
Two thirds of my life with the same old ****
When are you going to learn to quit?
I want the towels a certain way and this is the way that they must stay !
I just cleaned this **** rug – now it’s full of dirt and bugs.
Take your shoes off at the door – I just mopped this **** floor.
Get up off your **** ! I need the grass cut.
The hedges are getting mighty high , if you don’t cut them they’ll reach the sky.
There is a movie on t.v. so your baseball you can’t see
To top it off you’re putting on short shorts from the fifties
And looking at me kind of shifty !
You have your stomach larger than mine , and you
Can’t even find your own behind, and your *******
Are hanging down and sweeping everything on the ground.
Every time that you sit to eat I see the mold between your teeth
And you want me to get next to you and do the things we used to do ?
Well my darling I think it’s time that I end this little rhyme.
HA HA  LAUGHTER FOR THE SOUL

(08/29/11)

All it takes is a simple word or gesture
To make a persons day
While others may turn their backs and
Look the other way.

You may wake up with that grouch
That lurks within
But if you don’t allow it - it can never win.

Greet the day with a smile - for you
Have awakened to another day.
And to the LORD - a thanks you should say.

If you’re with a smile, and give a greeting
For the day , 75% of the time
You will hear them say
Good morning , good evening , good day.

Take that frown and turn it upside down
Bitterness is a heavy crown.

There are people who will snap at you
For anything that you might say
But this is not their normal way.
Every one has a bad day or two
But it doesn’t have anything to do with you.

So just keep that smile on your face
And look to stare them down
And their face will change
to a smile from a frown.
      
J
             J  J

working in the sweltering sun, had to stay till the job was done
i started to sing : " staying alive " as the sweat poured down my thighs
then i saw her with the convertible top down
her hair was short and mousey brown
her rosy lips complimented her smile, she had grace, she had style
she gave me a bottle of water to cool me down
smiled and said : " see you around "
i sipped the water very slow , and her body i wanted to know
i had to finsh this job on time, cause all day long she was on my mind.
quitting time was getting near, and when i turned she was there.
" hey cable guy- i liked what i saw, came back to see some more "
she parked her car and got out - this is what life s all about.
short shorts, high heels, and she wore a ******* blouse
her long tanned legs complimented the look
i knew right then that i was hooked.
walking over she grabbed my face and planted kisses in every space.
then her lips finally met mine, and took me beyond all time.
she pulled away from me and with that smile asked if i wanted
to go to her house for a while, and make passionate love all night
untill the early morning light.
my hands started to tremble and my voice started to shake
as i rushed to the car before it was too late.
she was true to her word and we made love all night
i'm glad as hell " that she's my wife "
ha -ha  hope you enjoyed this tale !
(C) L . RAMS 071815

(5/25/12)

So many different things that we don’t understand
So many different things that are in gods plan
A touch, a look, a place ,a face, a sound, a word
All of these things we have seen or heard.

What I treasure most are those moments that I spend with you
Cause I know exactly what you want me to do.
when I hold you in my arms , I feel your heart begin to race
It beats so fast that I can’t join the pace.

I feel you quiver to my every touch
And I know I need you twice as much.
Falling in love with you was no surprise
I knew it when I looked in your eyes.

My heart was taken and molded into you
To a point I didn’t know what to do.
You used my heart like molding clay
And with you is where I want to stay.

This was a gift that GOD sent to me
And in your arms I will always be.
Holding you , caressing you
making love to you
my whole life through.

A gift of love is more precious than
any diamonds or pearls , or emeralds and rings.
A value amount can not be put on love
For it is given from GOD above.

Love and life go hand in hand
This is something we must understand.
If there is no love, than no one would care
If we lived or died and not one shed tear
Would any one cry.
there would only be negativity and hate
And never feel or know about religious faith.
We would then be called the living dead
That is something that I dread.

So this gift which was given to me
I’ll treasure the rest of my days
For there is no better way.

(8/8/12)

The sweetest sound I ever heard
Was the power of his words.
He took me out of the clutches of hell
And in my heart - he does dwell.

I found myself falling down
He picked me up off the ground
wiped me off and set me down.

I recalled many of the sermons
That my preacher had said
Of how JESUS raised
LAZARUS from the dead

If he could raise him so easily
Then helping me was a breeze
So  many miracles that he had created
Left the rabbi’s  devastated.

But more than the rabbi’s devastation
I had become so elated- that I was picked
Up in my hour of weakness and despair
“Showing me that the LORD does care.”

He cares about all that believe in him
Including the ones who had sinned
He has no preference to age or gender
If to him your heart you will surrender.

                BELIEVE

                                                 ©L.RAMS

.


It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his *****.
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.

Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.

To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.

And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.

As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.

Oops! I did it again mom!

Two children walking down the street.
Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be.
Looking through the garbage for something to eat.
They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away
This treat would make their day.
They broke it in half , and together they ate
But they had to hurry for it was getting late.
Sooner older kids would be around and they
Knew that they would have to scramble and fight
For every morsel and every bite.
They hurried through the garbage
to see what else they could find.
Then they would have to run and hide.
The older kids would always bully the young
For on the streets this is how it is done.
They found a cup which still had soda and ice
And a small bags of fries
and with that they could get by.

They ran to an abandoned building where they slept
This is where they sat and wept
On a ***** torn mattress, and rags to use as a pillow.
And the sounds of rats in the rafters.
They huddled next to each other, and they began to pray.
This is what their mother showed them before she passed away.
They didn’t have any relatives that they knew of
But they prayed to the one above
For his guidance and his love.
Oh GOD ! We are your children, why do we suffer so?
My sister and I have done nothing wrong.
This is not where we belong.
Mom told us that you watch over all your children
And all we see is poverty and misery.
The older children know how to survive
But we are younger, and we’ll continue to try.
I saw a church just the other day
Which isn’t too far away.
Children playing and having fun
In the sprinklers and away from the sun.
Why can’t we be there?
Maybe some of the toys with us they could share.
This is my prayer for my sister and I
On these streets we do not want to die.

Their prayer had been answered on the same day
When a preacher who had been passing by that way.
He took them in and Fed them, cleansed them
and gave them clothes to wear
And with the other children some toys to share

The brother and sister went to the church
And got down on their knees , and thanked
Their mother who had given them hope
When there was none to be found.
And for telling them that GOD is always near
And listens to every word and every prayer.

HOPE IS THE KEY IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE.

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.

"Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?" I asked.

Talking about my  "doing-something-useful"  seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.

She was  "only thinking of me", she said and suggested that I go down to theSenior Center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her.

I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a Parachute Club.

She replied,  "Are you nuts?  You are 78 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"

I told her that I even got a Membership Card and e-mailed a copy to her.

She immediately telephoned me and yelled, "Good grief, Mom, where are your glasses?!






This is a Membership to a ******* Club, not a Parachute Club."

"Oh man, I'm in trouble again," I said, "I really don't know what to do. I signed up for five jumps a week!!"

The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.

Life as a Senior Citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun

(5/20/13)

It is a lucky man who gets to hold her hand
As she takes you far beyond the Promised Land
She will take you on a trip that you’ve never been before
As she opens up every door.

She will take you through the doors of dreams
The doors of hope, and teach you how to cope.
She will let you peak in doors of anger, doors of fear
But will not allow you to get too near.

She will hold your hand tightly as she shows you the door
Of poverty, hunger, hate, so you can see before it’s too late.
As these doors look alike, this will leave you lost and confused
And in your lifetime, these same doors you will choose.

Although there are two doors which are different from all the rest
These two doors you will test.
One is decorated with hearts, rainbows, and butterflies
In this door true love lies.

This is the door where you may meet your soul mate
If you do not hesitate.
For love can come in a flash or slowly enter your soul
Leaving you happy, leaving you whole.
Erase all doubts – for love is there
If you open your heart and are willing to share.

The last door that you will see is a double door adorned with silver and gold
And the sounds of the most beautiful music of every instrument known to man
And beyond these doors “THERE HE STANDS”
Surrounded by angels with their pure white wings
Showing you the most precious gift anyone could bring.
                          “THE LOVE OF GOD”

His love so infinite, so pure, so white, which fills you
With the ultimate delight.
It is all the riches of the earth all rolled into one
For he is “GODS SON”.
He has been known by different names
But through Christianity the name “JESUS” reigns.

His love like the rains that come from the skies
Like the sun that blinds your eyes, and like the stars
That fills the universe, and the moon that brightens up the darkest night
All his love is in plain sight.

Now as I look down at her holding my hand, now is when I fully understand
He is with us from beginning to end – he is my GOD, my FATHER, and my FRIEND.
He is my strength when I am weak; he is the power that we seek.

So then!  WHO IS THIS WOMAN THAT IS HOLDING MY HAND?
And making me understand!
She is like any mother protecting her child
She is the mother of “JESUS” who has been with us for quite a while.

          Thank you “  MOTHER MARY”.

© L.RAMS

(3/27/12)

I saw the steps to heaven, I saw the doves above
I felt your ever present, I felt your eternal love.
I saw every color of the rainbow
I felt every drop of rain that fell
I saw the souls below me
As they cried in eternal hell.

I saw a mother holding her child
And a father down on his knees
Pleading to you lord , to set their hearts at ease.

I heard the choir of angels as they played upon their harps
And wanting so badly for me to take a part.
I saw the sun rising on the horizon
And also a setting sun
I saw myself alone, as if I was the only one.

But I was not alone, for the LORD walked by my side
No one could touch me , no matter what they tried.
I saw your cross from Calvary reaching high
Up to the sky, and all of your followers saying
Their last good byes.

I saw the clouds darken, and the sky turn pitch black
And heard the cry to your father , as you took
Your last breath - For you was going
to finally take a rest.

My LORD you walked beside me
as your father had done with you
as he showed you all of heaven
And what awaited you.

(5/28/13)

She lost her life while texting that day
And never got to finish what she had to say
“I will meet “were the last words she said
As everyone wondered “what went thru her head “.

Was the message more important than her life?
She was an only child, a mother, a wife.
Because of a “text” family and friends mourn her today.
She should have waited to tell them what she had to say.

Before “texting and driving “you should think twice!
Why take the chance of losing your life!

louis rams :

wrote this through the eyes of this photographer

he laid on the gaza beach, the m-16 within his reach
at a young age he was taught , that the palestinians had always fought
fighting for freedom and the land, was something that he could understand
but this was a day of relaxation, away from the war and the devastation.
the waves rolling in to the shore - peace and quiet at last once more.
will there ever be peace on the gaza strip ?
or will i forever have a gun on my hip !
centuries have gone by and still the battle rages
no one is willing to adjust to changes.
so many countries have been divided in two
civil war was all they knew.
there is never peace ! always unrest
is GOD putting us to a test ?
when will these murders end?
that we could become neighbors and friends.
there are three things that rule this world
politics , religion , and greed.
why is it that people don't read!
whether it be the bible , the koran ,or any other religious book
we must stop and take a look !
no where does it say to destroy one another
when we are all sister and brother.
this soldier is now relaxing on the beach
this is something that our children we should teac

this came into my mind while i was working.

The roar of the crowd started to settle
And the smoke started to clear, and in the
Middle of the arena “stood one man”
He was not a giant of a man as you may think
However, all his enemies lay at his feet
The enemies with all the weapons known to man
Had fallen to the ground under his hand.
He was not a gladiator skilled in the arts of war
And self-defense, and did not have the strength
Or hair of SAMPSON or strength of HERCULES.
Yet he had more followers than SPARTACUS
Could ever imagine.
If you was to take all of his followers and put
Them on a battlefield, they would cover entire continents.
Who was this man who had so much power?
His name is JESUS!
His words and his followers can bring nations
To a complete standstill, and yet he was only a carpenter
Born the son of GOD.
Out of the smoke rose three champions with JESUS
They was LOVE, HOPE, AND FAITH
And on the ground laid hate, hopelessness
Lie and deceit – against JESUS they could not compete.
Now when you feel like you have been on a battlefield
And the smoke starts to clear – look for JESUS
He is always near

When you ask me:” who am I?”
My heart breaks and I begin to cry
Alzheimer’s has taken over your mind
But I will be with you till the end of our time.
I will wash your face and comb your hair
Cook and clean – “I don’t care “.
We had made a vow for better and worse
So I’ll take care of you and won’t hire a nurse.
I may have to remind you every day
Of memories that may have slipped away.
I know that if the tables were turned, every border you would burn
Just to keep our love alive, and keep me by your side.
This sickness may affect your mind, but I’ll open the doors every time.
I will remind you of the good times and the bad times
The happy times and the sad times.
I will be your television screen and show you everything in between
Although you may have that faraway look and your eyes may be glazed
When you do remember I stay amazed.
Because you have a smile from ear to ear
And you look at me and say: “I love you dear “.
© L . RAMS 11115

All my hopes and dreams are gone, nothing left in me to carry on.
My life is in a shambles and disarray I   guess this is the price that I must pay.
For all the wrongs that I had done and the pains I had put on some.
I lived my life the best that I could and if there were things
That I could change – then I would.
GOD had given us the gift of choice, yet we don’t hear our inner voice
Of when the feeling becomes very strong, and the voice tells us that it’s wrong.
Do we listen? Do we even care? When the voice tells us “don’t go there “
Many have gone through this the same as me
Look at their faces – can’t you see!
Their hopes and dreams are gone and they just have the memories to carry on.
© L . RAMS 120614

loving you is my dream come true
you have taken me to worlds beyond mine
through distance and time.
i have traveled the solar system in your embrace
and in the safety of your love , given to me from the LORD above.
i have seen desolate worlds without any knowledge of what it would be
to love and be loved endlessly.
this time machine can only be found in a heart of love
    ( who is it that you're thinking  of ? )
you'll sit in this vehicle and see the present , the future , the past
just to show you how long love will last.
travel with me on the tails of this kite , and i will take you to a brand new height.
don't be afraid to show your emotions , for it can be deeper than any ocean, and higher than any mountain top
continuing higher and without any stop.
love is worth more than gold, diamonds or pearls
and will take you to different worlds.
it is like the ocean waves with its ups and downs
till it crashes upon dry ground.
voyages don't always have smooth sailings , and you
learn to take the good with the bad , the happy and the sad.
grab the kite tails and fly with me to the world of ecstacy.
(C) L .RAMS 051015

(1/21/12)

I was lost in a world of my own
Traveling through the valleys of my mind
Where there was only space and no time.
A place where minds go to be free
And musicians playing in harmony.

Where voices of the best singers
Would gather around and put
Together the greatest sounds.

A place where you can be yourself
And not have to listen to anyone else.
A place where you can be lost in
the thoughts of your mind
And be there till the ends of your time
A place of imaginations and dreams
And of places seen and unseen.
Everyone no matter who they may be
Has been in this place of mystery.

We start off when we’re very young
A place that we go to have some fun.
Then as we get into our teenage years
We start to travel more and lose our fears.
We start to visualize what we would
Like to be, set our goals, and set
Our hearts and minds free.
  
Our hearts and spirit so clear and bright
Which turns our darkness into light.
All we see is the clear path ahead
Where so many before have tread.

So allow yourself to get lost in
The caverns of your mind
You’ll be amazed at what you’ll find.

So many lives taken, so many families destroyed
And our best soldiers were all deployed.
The hunt for Bin Laden and his terrorist cell
Were found and sent to hell.
Bin Laden now lies in a watery grave
Nothing of his existence has ever been saved.
All his flesh now eaten away – and his skeleton
In the mud will lay.
They thought that they accomplished what they set out to do
But they didn’t know the spirit of the RED, WHITE, and BLUE.
We are a nation whose spirit will rise
And love for our freedom will never die.
For a minute or two you may see a sad face
But GOD holds them in his grace.
Today is a day of remembrance of what transpired that day
And to put us on alert of their cowardly ways.
YES! We did suffer but we bore the pain
And in unity there is no shame.
Just as our name implies: United States of America
That is what you will see _”UNITY”!
You call yourselves United Arab Republic
But there is no unity – “just disharmony “.
Religious factors going against one another
“Brother fighting brother “
If this is your unity you will never survive
Everything you preach is downright lies.
You may have taken lives, but nothing else is gone
You have just strengthened our chain and bond.
© L.RAMS 9/11/14

(7/20/12)

So many disappointments that I have from day to day
If I could make a change - I’d find  a better way.
I would have made my dreams -long before my teens
Then I would have known what to do
And I would follow through.

But my dreams came in my older years
And that is when you have doubts and fears.
They say with age you build confidence.
That is not always true.
As you get older you don’t know what to do.

This is the age of computers - and technology
Is reaching heights
You don’t know who to turn to
Or how to even fight.

I know that education is so much more advanced
So put your mind to it
You may not get another chance.

Set that goal in your mind
Don’t let that dream fall behind
Don’t stop yourself before you’ve even begun
You can do it - you’re the only one.

Visualize that dream in your mind
Then it won’t be so hard to find.
Like a baby - you must first learn to crawl
Then walk , then run, and you will see
That it will come.

So many dreams have been left
On the wayside road of life
That when they recall
They have to struggle and fight.

she was so young and mistook infatuation for love
and to her boyfriend she gave herself freely.
to her shock and gloom -a child was in her womb.
she told her boyfriend of what she discovered.
to hear him say 'it must be from another'
i am too young to marry
this problem you'll have to carry.

her friends turned their backs in dismay
they did'nt know just what to say.
when she told her family-they responded coldly.
' why did you make this mistake-now its far too late.
love is not the opening of your thighs.
now you'll have to hide that baby which you carry inside.'

abandoned by friends and family, when they were needed most.
she kneeled and prayed to the FATHER, SON, AND HOLY GHOST.
she recalled the words which were told to her.
'abort or abandon'
is this what you have to say?
but! my child there is no other way!

in her heart she knew that it 'could not be'
that god wanted her to abandon this baby
so with determination she began to pack
she would go elsewhere-there was no turning back.

she knew that she did not have enough education
to do what she wanted to do.
but she promised this child that
'i'll make a life for me and you'

sitting at a bus stop-bags in her hand.
she met this woman all dressed in blue with soft tender eyes.
she told her -her story, and then began to cry.
this woman put her arm around her and said
'fret not my child-you can stay with me for a while.'
with hope in her heart-she went with this lady.

found a job and continued with school.
and promised herself that no one else would
take her for a fool.

nine months later she did give birth
to a baby girl with beautiful blue eyes, and her skin so white.
and above her head was a shining bright light.
so she named her after this woman who took her in.
i'll name you Mary with the beautiful white skin.

time went by quickly and graduate she did.
she gave this child the love that was always in her heart
and her career became a very big part.
she thanked God for this lady who gave her -her start.
this beautiful lady with a kind tender heart.

the years passed quickly and mary started to grow
more beautiful than you'll ever know'
she came home from work on a cold snowy day
to find that lady mary had passed away.
she honored this lady the best way she could.

by opening her home to ***** mothers and anyone
in despair'
and named this home 'marys lair'.
and now when she tells the story she says
'mother mary always dressed in blue
my doors are open because of you'

so always keep faith in your heart and mind.
God listens! it just takes time.

louis rams

YOUNG-OLD-LADY

I saw this ad in the paper and I was intrigued by it
Because it said: young-old-lady
So I got in touch with her!
She said: “I am young in heart but old in body”
But my *** drive is still quite hardy.
So I put her to the test and she outdid all the rest.
You see: I was a young woman of the night
Until I got into a fight.
She was twice my size- and messed up both my eyes
So it became hard for me to see, so I did things naturally.
My hands would pull down their pants in a hurry
Because my vision was quite blurry.
Then I got to be known as the universal queen
Because I had (Russian) rushing hands and (roman)
Roaming fingers and their pleasures would forever linger.
So now, I am older and have to advertise
To get more clients down the line.
You‘ve just been added to my clients list
So pay the money and do not get ******.

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louis rams · Jan 12, 2011

LOVE LETTERS


She held a pack of love letters tied with ribbons and bows.
these were the love letters that she would never show.
Every one of them was dated first to last
These were the letters that held a life past.
Times may pass and things may change
But memories stay the same.

The writing of love letters had slowly disappeared
But she held on to them from year to year.
She sat with the letters in her lap.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
He had said he would be with her
Till the day he died
And fifty years later
He met his maker
And was carried to the cemetery
by the undertaker.

The letters had been written
with tenderness and love
Proclaiming every thing
Even the stars above.

He said life was meaningless if with her
His life he could not share.
And losing her was something
he could not bear.

Now that he was gone and she
Was left all alone.
The house didn’t seem
like much of a home.

She knew her children would not understand
Why she held the love letters in her hand.
These were the memories  that kept her alive
And on that she couldn’t deny.
But her mind and body was fading fast
And she knew she could not last.
So to her children she bequeathed
The letters that she cherished all her life
For that was her husband, and she was his wife.

These are the love letters that your father
Wrote to me when we were young and carefree.
He told me of all that life had to offer.
And of all the love he had for me
And that he wanted to raise a family.

When you read his letters you will know
Why I loved this man so.
And now it’s time for me to go.

Because your father awaits me on the other side
And we’ll be together for all of time

In the midst of war with bodies lying on the ground.
Walks a band of children- their families can’t be found.
Searching through the rubble of homes that used to be.
Looking for food and clothes just to survive
Because of their elders who choose to live a lie.
As I look through their eyes-all I can see
Is death and destruction staring at me?
These children are not to blame for what is all around.
But if it’s not stopped they’ll be laying on the ground.
They search thru this destruction in hopes that
They’ll find-others to join them.
As they walk down the streets-the elders stop their fighting
To let them pass.
But this is just temporary -they know it will not last.
Other children see them-marching down the streets
They drop what they are doing to join this band
Knowing in their hearts it’s time to take a stand.
This band is getting larger and the children start to shout.
What is this war? What’s it all about?
“Can’t you see the lives that have been taken?
Because of this war the ground is still shaking.”
The elders stop their fighting as the children all sit down.
They scream “we are not moving until this fight is through.
If this is what you want we will die with you.
You think only of yourselves and not what we’re going through.
And when we die -what are you going to do.
There will be no one to carry on your name.
There will be no heritage to be found
It will be burned to the ground.
Look at our faces and you know what you
Will see-death and destruction surrounding me.
So we ask you from our hearts-it’s time
To change.
It is not something which is hard to do.
It’s all up to every one of you.

Hip hop, hard rock, be bop, punk rock
It will never stop.
Every generation will have its own
That is something that’s been shown.

As teens we think that the
older generation do not know
What is hip and what is slow

Our time is NOW and your time is THEN
But we still recognize which is
Foe and which is friend.
In ten years another generation will appear
Then we’ll have the same fears.

Maybe by then drug addiction, free ***
and telephone text will be gone
And just like you our memories
Will linger on.

So I guess what you told me will be true
But until then this will do.
NOW and THEN is the key
This is what makes us free.

Our rap can’t you see is just your poetry
It is just spoken faster, and a beat put to it.
So why is it that you catch a fit?
Is it the profanity or the violence that we see.
Maybe that’s the way it has to be?