Let's all raise our phones
In solidarity
All those at the green light
Honk their horns at me

Every time we stop
We pull out our cell phones
Always when that happens
We are not alone

Everybody's looking down
Every chance they get
The text is clear, they all swear
They one day will quit

Every time they find
Again they are online
Every time they get online
They also waste their time

Everybody raise your phones
In solidarity
Give me a call and let me know
Do you see and think the same as me

I would like nothing more
Than to watch you grow old
Watch as your story
Before the world unfolds

See the young man
You are bound to become
But alas, I myself
Am not all that young

I’ll still gladly take
All that I can get
Enjoying every moment
That we both have left

Treasuring the time
With your hand in mine
While we do our very best
To keep the memories alive

And that you would love nothing more
Than to be with me as I grow old
Sharing in the story
As we both watch it unfold

There is a deep
Ever growing need
Where the breeze of the sea
Calls out to me

Tosses and tussles
My thinning hair
Making me wish
I was still there

What the waves have to say
In their defense
Is they’ve also missed me
Since the moment I left

Soon to return
Back to the beach
Where the breeze of the sea
Daily calls out to me

If you're wallowing in doubt
Wondering what life's about
Find you're more depressed as time goes on

If you're in need of a good laugh
With no idea of where it's at
I'd kindly like to tell you where to go

Where the in crowds hang to mingle
To experience the tingle
When you need a lift just hit that funny bone

What you find to do will soon ensue
Letting you know yes, it's true
Sending you up against the ropes

Instead of calling into question
To help you out with far less guessing
This little ditty is something you should know

Where the in crowds hang to mingle
To experience the tingle
You're not alone, just hit that funny bone

Who needs a Tatoo Artist
When I can do it all myself
Every time I've found I turn around
Bumping into something else

No need to arrange appointments
On any given afternoon
I take my toll like a Whack-A-Mole
Adding on another bruise

In many different shapes and sizes
Colored Purple, Red, and Blue
One of a kind, personalized
Old man, thin skin, tattoo

there's a love hate relationship
between paper and pen
as the pen stands hovering
the paper stares back at it

waiting for the moment
a simple thought appears
bringing to the surface
the purpose both are here

they desperately need each other
forever to complain
as the pen tends to scribble
on top of the blank page

looking for the answers
to questions come and gone
the paper needs room to breath
as the pen doodles on

through this love hate relationship
it's easy to see both sides
as the pen stands hovering
the paper waits for it to make up it's mind

With one more thing to do in this journey to prove
Living life down on the farm
Spied his mother’s sheets blowing in the breeze
Grabbed one and headed for the barn

He'd dreamed the likes that he could fly
From the earliest of age
With the sheet he had tied around his back
He began to ascend the bales of hay

Once at the top and seeing the drop
It didn't scare him a bit
Because hero's are made to save the day
And only losers quit

With a running start he played the part
And flew out over the edge
Doesn't take much to know how this would go
As he fell headlong like a ton of lead

At that moment he thought he might have gotten it wrong
Yet too late to worry now
What he feels he needs is a bigger sheet
He'll try on the next go round

Bury me
Neath an old oak tree
Where on a lower limb
You can tie a swing

And then when
You come to visit me
You can always swing
To the memories

Of the precious days
Playing in the park
I was your best friend then
Daddy‘s little girl

And when you feel a push
From the warm South breeze
You might just think the wind
But believe it’s me

Still sitting here after all these years
Thinking of nothing much at all
Nothing much runs through my mind
If I were to make that call

With nothing much to do
And even less to see
Nothing much is all I have
If you were to question me

Nothing much I must say
Ever gets in the way
Of the feelings in which I’m dealing
On a daily base

If there’s ever a need to try and keep
All of this in play
I’d have to lean on nothing much, you see
Then mosey on along my way

There are people always out here searching
For something in which to believe
Certain there's more to the why's and what for
Never once trying, down on bended knee

They tune in and turn on the inside
Of themselves in which they rely
With a good yoga stance, they're hoping to chance
On enlightenment that comes with self-pride

Or maybe perhaps if they chant
A Mantra over and over again
They may find the way to heaven's gate
Bypassing their multiple sins

Some rub the belly of Budda
Or pass out Hari Krishna pamphlets
Never eating meat with cows covering the streets
With a god for every day and circumstance

There are ones that never venture from nature
Finding solace in the hugging of trees
Some look to the stars to find their purpose on Earth
While others might count the tea leaves

God has placed inside every one of us
The deepest in needs and desires
To be one with Him in the forgiveness of sin
But man, always seems to want more

Leaving behind what we were really made for...

pardon me please
but have you seen
the mess over there
here and in-between
we seldom toss
the losses we keep
it's all just a part of the plan

we'll tear it all down
before it's brought up
when it comes back around
will there be enough
more lost than found
well, ain't that just our luck
it's all just a part of the plan

the plan of man
to do us all in
by any means
anyway, that he can
he doesn't think deep
or that far ahead
all this, more or less
the plan of man

who doesn't take credit
when it's all going well
or wash our hands of it
when it's going to hell
the survival of the fittest
or at least of oneself
it's all just a part of the plan

it's easy to lie
when you try and save face
doubly hard to deny
with the faces we make
so why do we try
to get away
it's all just a part of the plan

I met a man
He called me friend
Does he not understand
That I am downtrodden

It doesn't seem to matter
One way or the other
When it comes to love, sir
Aren't we all brothers

Although my circumstance
Has me where I'm at
Here are the simple facts
In the depth of what he said

The way to look at life
Is through God's loving eyes
That is where we'll find
We have no right to criticize

After all aren't we all the same
Flesh and bone, blood and brains
Using the last, little as of late
If we did, then we'd all say

Hello friend,
I hope you understand
That love both does and can
Turnabout the heart of man
And then in turn, change the world we're in

I try my hand at fitting in
But miss most of the time
It could be worse but here's the dirt
I've been a misfit all my life

When you try and take a square peg
In a world that's spinning round
You'll soon find it doesn't fit
If there ever was a doubt

Like a fish out of the water
This pig that has no wings
My life is one big falter
If I'm at fault of anything

If it's even the slightest bit odd
That is where you will find me
Being where I ought not
When you pull back the curtain of reality

I find there really is no choice
Or to what degree
As I raise both hand and voice
A misfit it will be

Excuse me ma'am
But have you met
The brighter days
That lay ahead

For those who choose
To make the move
In what is right
In all they do

Brighter days
Are on their way
An even flow
A steady gate

What you had
In the past
Is of no concern
To what lays ahead

Nothing is the same
When the way is paved
On your walk of life
To brighter days

you do your best
in how you try
to make it through
this point in life

if you don't bend
along the way
then you begin
to take a break

we all hold
onto a hope
without that hope
what is the point

the sun will shine
the days will rain
i hope you find
that you're okay

no matter what
life puts you through
tomorrow you
can start anew

there's not a point
or a place where
your will won't
get you there

Woke this morning
To a new day dawning
With peace and harmony
On the wind calling

The feeling of urgency
Running deep inside of me
Born out of the desire
To help set people free

Heard the call to join hands
Every woman, child, able bodied man
Help them all to understand
We can all be best of friends

Let go of the bad energy
That makes the worst of enemies
After all we all need those
On which we know we can lean

Because after all
What are we all here for
If not to rise up
And give each other our support

If you find you're like me
And this you too do believe
Along with the wind make your calling
That of peace and harmony

Have we fallen out of love
With what is good and righteous
Straying from the path God laid
By which all men are saved

Who told you this was right
The plan of man that's lost its mind
Taking to a different avenue
Walking opposite of truth

What are we hoping here to find
At this juncture in our lives
We could just as easily go the way
By which all men are saved

Instead, we venture on our own
Leaving all that's good in all we know
We came to this point long ago
Left or right at the crossroads

This road we're slip and sliding on
Has a muddy grime that grips our bones
We need to walk the straight and narrow line
Far from the ditch of wasted life

Which makes us all fall out of love
With what is both good and righteous
Straying from the path God has laid
By which all men are saved

Is this the way the cookie crumbles
Or is it the ball that bounces
Could it be the nature of the beast
Not sure I like the sound of this

They say such is life, it is what it is
Seems to be the lay of the land
If you didn’t know, that’s the way that it goes
Played out by the unseen hand

That is the way the game is played
It’s just par for the course
Without a doubt, the way it shakes out
About all that we can afford

You win some you lose some after all
The way the cards tend to fall
Where the wind blows you never know
But still, they say it’s your call

It’s a piece of cake otherwise them’s the brakes
As we hum Que Sera, Sera
That’s the nature of course, the way the world works
It’s just the way that things are

we use words
to communicate
words spread love
as well as hate

to lift you up
there's a fair amount
to bring you back down
if you get too proud

words when we need
to make a point
hoping that we can
knowing that we won't

words with hidden meanings
show our inner feelings
words that we imply
in our daily dealings

words are here to say
what some struggle to display
words we use for greetings
before you’re told to go away

when it comes to words
we cannot ignore
just what they do
and what we use them for

I’ve grown weary, I’ve grown tired
Of being forced to play this part
In the latest losing production
This B-Movie of yours, out of sorts

All I’ve lately come to know
Is acting out this one role
While you play heroes and villains
This audience is struggling to cope

There never seems to be a script
To go along with the craziness
It’s hard enough to follow
The drunkenness of your ad libs

I’m not looking for a staring role
But neither am I a walk on
I hear there’s a part that’s coming up
In another film so wish me luck

I tire easily of B-Movies
Played out on the streets but not the big screen
As I ride off into the sunset
Let the credits roll behind me

Find someone else for your B-Movie…

I look around and have to wonder
Why God Almighty would choose me
Far removed from days of thunder
Swaying more like a wind bent reed

How could I be of usefulness
To the mighty plans of God
I feel I am a man far less
Deserving of any applause

That is when I am reminded
Of those chosen in the past
God's not looking for perfection
But a willing heart to tell him yes

God knows of all our weaknesses
And completely understands
Knowing what is best for us
Is to place it all in his loving hands

As he holds it all together
The way he has from the start
Both the Alpha and Omaga
Wants to use us right where we are

If you too look around in wonder
At how God could possibly
Use you to achieve his purpose
It's not us but his own strength,
in which he will achieve

We daily cross the path
With those that do and do not have
A strong grip or is that grasp
On the life they wish they had

They either know or do not know
What it means to hold out hope
Trying to make it on their own
In the throes of, that's all she wrote

That's why they choose to lean heavy
On the downside of history
What to keep and not to keep
Find they're bound to repeat

The same mistakes their fathers made
In the way that they behave
What they say and do not say
The least resistance along the way

In what they do and do not have
As they walk along the path
With a loose grip or is that grasp
On the life they wish they had

there are those
that grab ahold
as well as those
that let it go
there really is
no way to know
how or when
the wind will blow

there are those
who know to cope
with the mess
that this life throws
and also those
out of control
who paddle against
the river's flow

there are those
that hold out hope
and then those
against the ropes
who wrestle with
themselves alone
with the easy come
easy go

with open eyes
and open heart
do you know
which one you are

you could be these
you could be those
honestly
do you know

aren't we to
love our neighbor
treat each other
much the same
because we need
one another
not run for cover
when placing blame

aren't we to
love our neighbor
not for favors
not for gain
and to
treat each other
as we would have them
do the same

aren't we to
love our neighbor
as our maker
paves the way
bringing blessings
both now and later
layer upon layer
in Jesus' name

Can you see that it’s time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you’ve done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow

How can a man say
What he doesn’t know

If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn’t you know how to swim
If there’s truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a *****

How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low

Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it’s really that simple
Then why’s it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you’ve clearly been

How can a man love
If he’s never let love in

If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren’t there to lend

How can a man start over
Once he’s reached his end

I hate you
And you hate me
For the things
We think we believe
Not looking at each
Individually
But as a whole
Collectively

I have a mind
And so do you
So why do we
Misconstrue
What you think of me
And I think of you
Which more often than not
Is far from the truth

Just because we voice
Our opinions out loud
Doesn't mean we think
Along with the crowd
Last time I looked
Pretty sure I found
That both you and I
Make our own sound

Which means...

We should not hate
For the things
That we believe
Differently
Looking at this
Individually
Can't we all agree
Collectively

You'll find that it’s much easier
To get along with those, you do not know
Do your best to keep your distance
Never grow with those too close

Do what I do and stay aloof
Never fully lay open your heart
And never let on by letting them know
Who you really are behind the scars

And you’ll also find for them likewise
If in turn, you never learn
Anything about their life
Neither of you will ever get hurt

Like I said before it’s much easier
If on this point you carefully listen
Don't get too close with those you know
Just remember to keep your distance
and never ever get too serious

I wish that I had known
Or at least been told
That the memories I thought to keep
Were given out to me in loan

And that without a say
This, my Memory bank
Could over time repossess
What little bit of it I saved

The price they make you pay
When you find in time you bank on age
Can suddenly lose interest
Or at least make your payment late

The means to an end depends on how long
And who is holding the note
To when the bank in question
Goes into foreclose

At this late stage I wish I'd known
Or at least been told
That the memories I deposited over the years
Were only given out in loan

He's the daily strength I call on
The one who gives me breath
For whom I long, my morning song
Who never once let's go my hand    

From everlasting to everlasting
All this soul could ever need
From the direction I was heading
He came to set me free

My go to when things go wrong
There is not a one more loving
My daily pray, in God alone
Without Him I'd be nothing

The one who holds it all together
In the palm of his hand
And yet to him I still matter
Including me in his daily plans

He keeps his loving eye on me
Never once am I alone
Sheltered underneath his wings
Is where this child always belongs

My go to when things go wrong
There is not a one more loving
My daily pray, in God alone
Without Him I'd be nothing

what you now hold
is a simple poem
that simply states
it's done nothing wrong

doesn't cause any waves
in what it has to say
has no point of view
on truth, love, or hate

does not try and hide
behind cleaver rhymes
though it might take up
some of your precious time

simply stating the facts
on what it has or lacks
if you can relate
this poem is okay with that

takes time to exercise
it's poetic rights
then when it comes undone
it takes to high flight

where it seeks out a hand
in which to land
this simple poem
that holds no demands

Lights up a smoke
Takes in a draw
Laughs with a rasp
Chokes with a cough

Lives for the sensation
Of smoke in her lungs
On the ladder of life
She skips a few rungs

Prefers the menthol
Says it freshens her breath
With little regard
The rest smells like death

Side of the pack reads
They bring on disease
Smiles at that fact
Behind yellow teeth

The very same ones
She's lying through
When she says she can quit
Any time she wants to

Fires another one up
Takes in a deep drag
With what little lung
She seems to have left

Laughs with a rasp
Chokes with a cough
Never once wonders
At the sense of it all

Rumors swirl round in small talk town
You won't believe what they have to say
On the corner of 5th and Gossip
They're cranking the mill, most every day

They have no need T.V.
When entertainment comes from the mouth
You might not believe all that you see
But when it is heard, there's never a doubt

This town you are in from beginning to end
There's not a one not loose in tongue
Where the daily wags have a gift for gab
Whether their standing still or on the run

As a fact of the matter, they tend to gather
In the smallest of gossip groups
When they start to chatter the latest in Blabber
It's also known as the fine art of Schmooze

Things never settle down in small talk town
Having no boundaries to their city limits
Not much they won't say on any given day
As long as they themselves aren't included in it

Aren't we all but broken souls
Just packaged differently
From tall to small, partial to whole
All with the same deep hidden needs

The desire to be accepted
For whom we really are
In a world where most are rejected
If you don't come with a Hollywood Walk of fame star

The thing is about postage
We're all pretty much priced the same
Open the package and you'll notice
There's more to life than our stickers and tape

Though some get beat up in the mailing
Traveling from Post to Post
Life is not always smooth sailing
In the way some folk, choose to go

Because after all we're all broken souls
Just packaged differently
Beat up and torn in a world that's gone wrong
We all still have the same deep hidden needs

I’m going to buy me a pair
Of astronaut underwear
So I can go anywhere
With nary a care

There’ll be no stopping me
Or losing a single beat
When I feel the need
To take a leak

I’ll go wherever I want
Being oh so nonchalant
Do my business then gone
Like a real astronaut

I’ll have no more delays
With all the time I will save
As I make my way
Throughout my busy day

*For more helpful tips
From the wisdom I have
You know where I’m at
All you need do is ask

You think you know me
You think you've seen me
Well believe you me, I've been around

From the beginning
Both losing and winning
So many times, I've lost count

I'm the woman at the well
Who's life' s a living hell
All the while searching for love

The thief on the tree
Deserving all done to me
The one Jesus sees in need of forgiveness

I am the Pharisee
The one who believes
He's one with God but still something's missing

The preacher on the street
Held back in mid scream
Hoping that someone would listen

I'm one of many on death row
Here without hope
Who'll soon be face to face with my maker

I'm the lame, the deaf, the blind
Lost by the roadside
Hoping for a glimpse of the Savior

Now do you see
That you have seen me
In fact, we are all very much the same

From the very beginning
Both losing and winning
All in need of God's Amazing Grace

Some days say
They need a change
And will gladly give
Their spot away

Feeling tired
And uninspired
With this weekly gig
In which they’re hired

All Monday knew
How to do
Was start the week
Off with the blues

Switched it up
With Friday
Who'd had enough
Of partying

Tuesday and Thursday
Stayed in place
Not much for them
Would really change

Never been known
For causing waves
However early or late
In the week they came

Wednesday left
Its middle ground
Taking Saturdays spot
To piddle around

And Sunday itself
Pretty much kept
Its sacred spot
As a day of rest

Not quite sure
If you ask me
How this will work
Throughout the week

My best guess is
Before too long
They'll all go back
To where they belong

Giving Monday back
The basic blues
Where you find in life
You don't always get to choose...

Willfully Ignorant
Over what’s going on
Whatever they say
You take it and run
Every iota
Not questioning once
Being willfully ignorant
To what’s going on

Willfully Ignorant
To the news of the day
Believe everything
They have to say
The channel you’re on
Has never been changed
Being willfully ignorant
To the news every day

Willfully Ignorant
To the point you don’t care
Seen majorly
As left unaware
With the shrugging of shoulders
And far off stare
Being willfully ignorant
To the point we don’t care

Willfully Ignorant
There’s no argument
Over the time
You've wrongfully spent
Under the rug
Where ideas are swept
Being willfully ignorant
You’ll get no argument

I try and mind my own business
That seems to be the way I lean
With God here as my witness
Don't need no one bothering me

But who if not me will help those in need
If I see a need arise
And who's to reap if we don't dare dive deep
In the knowledge of all that's right

We may keep to ourselves doing little to help
Watching from the sideline
Knowing all too well it's not a big sell
When our time spent is to criticize

At times it's best the less that is said
In any given situation
Under wraps if it's kept from being fed
Adding trouble to the making

What keeps bothering me is all of the needs
To the point where I want to hide
Where all that I see is overwhelming
Just to find, it's a part of life

If we saw life through God's timeless eyes
Would we see how depraved we are
All restless souls out of control
In desperate need of a Savior

Would we then give a hand to our fellow man
No matter creed or color
Invite them in, break bread with them
Show genuine love to one another

Would we give all we have to the point of death
Even death on a cross
If we saw life through God's timeless eyes
Would we do this all for the lost

Would we show love to the least of us
Expecting nothing in return
Knowing it all stems from the fall of man
Would we burn with concern

If we saw life through God's timeless eyes
Would it make much of a difference
The way we saw the world as a whole
And would the world even listen

A lot of what you do
I do not condone
But who am I to criticize
When it comes to each his own

What might suit you fine
I never would dare to wear
And you might find with open mind
That what I do, you don't go there

It might come to light
There are several means to an end
That doesn't constitute a crime
Or deduct from the shape we're in

Ice cream comes in many flavors
If not, then we'd get bored
With time off for good behavior
We can live in one accord

Though we all have different feelings
It doesn't mean we think alone
We still need to be willing in dealing
When it comes to each his own

I am at this moment
right where I am
just a tick away
from where I had been
the shortest of steps
that I'm soon to be
yet through all this
I'll still be me

just a breath away
from where it all ends
hard now to count
from the days I began
not sure which side
on the dial I lean
my best guess is
it's soon to be seen

what makes life exciting
is the mystery
what adventure is hiding
for the likes of me
to take me beyond
from where I now am
to deposit me
on the other side of that

You wrap me up in paper
While I'm out here tossing stones
Running off with scissors
Playing games on the go

What is next to happen
We may never know
With paper, rocks, and scissors
You never are alone

Running fast for cover
From being covered up
By the hand that's flattened
This fist, full of rocks

Hoping that the scissors
Soon enough will show up
Paper, rock, and scissors
Thankfully there's no gun

Peter Paperclip
Never got over the fact
That at such a young age
He got bent out of shape

And from that point on
He knew something was wrong
When he couldn't hold on
To things on his own

Now he just sits
On the cold wooden desk
Watching other paperclips
In the process

Of holding tightly
To things between teeth
Being of useful need
In the whole scheme of things

While Peter wastes away
All the live long day
With nothing much to say
Being bent out of shape

What are we supposed to do
When you say we're in the way
You're the one who invited us in
And now you say that we can't stay

Being miles away from yesterday
And the place we once called home
Now you tell us, pack your bags
And that we all have to go

We didn't come looking for a fight
Just peace and harmony
What will it take for open eyes
To see the light of humanity

We're all just trying to do better
And make something of our families
Isn't that what really matters
In the broad scheme of things

Wouldn't it be better if we came together
And built this up in both trust and love
After all, as I recall
You're the one who invited us...

If every Country
Here on the map
Would just sit back
Do their best to relax
Think of the people
Along with the effects
That ****** wars have
Try and give peace a chance

If every country
For a moment sat still
And at least try to think
Of someone other than self
Imagine the blow
That would be dealt
On the war machine
That's dragging us all against our will

If every country
Then laid down their arms
And in the meantime, made a promise
To never again do harm
Emptied themselves
Of the hatred that comes
With the ignorance
Of a country void of love

If every country
Would then make a pact
To share all they have
With the ones that lack
Giving freely to those
That have no way of paying back
Then maybe we'd have peace
Finally, in our grasp

The media today
Is one big endless buffet
Drawing in the overweight
To pile up high their empty plates

Simply sampling
Tasty bites, under hot lights
Meaty morsels cooked up by
Both those on the left and right

With lines out of the building
And up around the bend
The buffet doesn't really change
They just keep on recycling it

Prices ain't cheap in fact they're steep
With a society willing to pay
Many going back for seconds and thirds
Never mind the use of ***** plates

They say you are what you eat
So, keep eating the vegetables
Where the only thing required from you
Is to stuff your faces full

Feel free to visit the salad bar
For the latest scandal of the day
They change it out quite frequently
Where there's always more to take its place

With an overabundance
Of what there is to cook up
As they bake you for breakfast
And broil you for lunch

All of this and much more
24 hours a day you're welcome to dine
At the Media's Endless Buffet
Where you come for the food yet stay for the lies

You know what drives me crazy
Bonkers over time
The moment I go to wondering
My mind goes into rhyme

No matter the situation
Or subject in full spin
My thoughts are cranking in creating
Another poem out of them

This madness has gotten to the point
Where I hate to point this out
But if something doesn't change in the way of deranged
They'll ship me off to a padded cell

I often stop mid-thought in what I'm doing
To write down a line that comes to mind
Cruising for a bruising
As I beat myself up looking to find

The perfect word in my Google search
That makes some sort of sense
I'm not sure there is a cure
For this rhyme du jour I dip my pen in

These thoughts all drive me crazy
A distraught juggernaut
When what comes to mind is my mind tries to find
A way to take and rhyme it all