Revolution
is a confiding smile
that reaches from
deep within the heart
An outstretched hand
up and out
to give a life forsaken
a new start

To seek and search
far beyond
and glimpse
a brightly shining path
Yet then to look behind
and back again
to be assured that all
will know the way

Rebellion
is a knowing look
a glance from eye to eye
A slight inflection
of radiant joy
in the tenor of a sigh

The quietly warm
and whispered word
with a gentle breeze of hope

Revolution is a beautifully
harmonious triumphant tune
that just won't leave
you alone

-R.

(06)
-TX

Search
and ye will perceive
that you have been pursued

Pursued
and perhaps persuaded
Then prevailed upon
through and through

Prevailed within a purpose
a purpose of the truth
The truth of a proclamation

Proclaiming the promise
of pure and perfect Love
for You.

  -R.

(05)
-TX

One man alone...emerges
seeking to claim His own

Barely, yes
but still breathing

Desolations disgrace
is what has been shown

Clawing up from where
crushingly abandoned

Sure to escape
the horror the man
He has known

Describe Him
despicable rejected
Quite altogether forlorn
Surely far lower
than hopeless

Still advancing steadily on

There is not one
that He can call out to
Neither friend
nor family or home

Ignoring
the laughter of cynics
Oblivious
to the jeering of scorn

The continuous
critical whispers
only lengthen
the sojourn
He is upon

But still through
the music
of His conscious
His soul cries
a sad quiet groan
The total
incalculable sorrow
of all the man
He has borne

Finding
yet always pursuing
Searching for all
His destiny has sworn

One man alone......emerges
Seeking....... and sure
to reclaim His Own.

-R.

(06)
TX

I can't blame you for losing yourself and hiding in the closet with those skeletons you keep.
It's summer out here in Texas and the weather is frying my spirit and the confidence I had is pouring down my face with shame.
I can't blame you for spilling your guts to me when you needed it most; I'm sorry I couldn't do the same.

It's snowing back home in September and I am over here hiding my face from the world wishing I could wear a mask permanently sometimes.
I can't blame you for running away- I ran the same direction but stopped a little too soon I think...
Hard times will make you wonder how you survived when you're on the edge of the cliff and can see rock bottom just below.

I can't blame you for hating me, but you can't blame me for wishing you didn't.
I can't blame you for having nothing to say because  you were the water to my garden but I'm drowning.
I cannot bloom, my petals are falling off day by day and this Texas heat has me lethargic and depressed.

Soon I'll be heading home, back to the desert where my soul remains.
I know the the things you'll say.
I can hear them in the back of my head, but the times have changed.
I can't blame you for running away... but I am running back home now.

Yes I will journey quite some
very long tortuous distance
just to be positively right there

Later in time I'm sure
I will travel many long
treacherous miles
to then most definently
be somewhere

Possibly shortly thereafter
I will most probably then
leave and you most certainly
will not know or
even really care

Maybe I will go
to a distant place
very afar so that
it is then surely
without doubt
absolutely elsewhere

Why when and where the Spirit
a warm pure breeze always
and once more again
and many times over before
me will beckon and then
me should send?

Truly I am most surely
not possible even
slightly ever aware

Am I sure I will know
when I in time
arrive that place
eventually...
once more again

That place the
promise of liberty
will find home
there to flourish
prosper and grow
quiet but strong
in a brisk but gentle    
prevailing wind

That place where
I finally am able to live
and breathe in peace
If I perhaps
be possibly capable
and might still can

A place that will
allow me simply
and only most hopefully
then maybe perchance
to freely stand
a Man.

-R.

(06)
-TX

-Lyrix

A child was born
Her life was torn
away from Her
as She lay dreaming
far away

In that place
where children's smiles
can stop the wars
can stop the wars

Hear the wind
that lifts Her angel wings
and takes Her or'

To that place
of sunlit shores
Where wars no more
Where wars no more

The cross
the precious child
She bore
was not Her own
was not Her own

The cross was yours
The cross was yours alone

Mi Señor
Oh, my Lord
por favor
por amor
Please stop the wars
War no more

Por Dios y Amor
por los ninos
por amor
por favor
Please stop the wars
War No More

-R

(05)
-TX

Who am I
but what I am?

Not quite just
a simple inquiry.
So please reply
distinctly specific
while abandoning logic

Yet please most
definitely clearly.

When am I
but where I am?

A notorious
questioning query.
Quietly sneering,
laughing, awaiting
the one obvious
reasonable answer.

Why am I?

Put surely, not simply.

Only to be?

A rhyming riddle
playing a crescendo
cadence of rebellious
Rock 'n Jazz
and Reggae rhythms?

Yes and still no
but much, doubtlessly,
even much more.

A man is to live!

Truly, inescapably,
always, yet certainly,
only nothing

but far beyond
day to day.


-R.

(06)
-TX

You were given
all the wisdom
You were given
all the clues
It was written in
a long love letter
You just didn't
get the news

Every detail
was written out
All the poems
and prose and law
All the wisdom
of the prophets
Written down
up in there
on the county
jailhouse walls.

All the details you
would ever need
You just didn't
heed the calls
Scratched out for
you to read there
On the county
jailhouse walls

The lunatics
know everything
While the insane
take the fall
Yes you'll be able
to walk again
But first you'll
have to crawl

Sure, I know
you didn't see it
yet you were told
each one and all
The wisdom
of America
is written down
up in there
on the county
jailhouse walls.

-R

06
-TX