O'kind stranger,
you remind me,
of someone I've seen before.
In a movie,
or on some street.
Maybe right outside my door.

You shake my hand,
firm but gentle,
and bring forth an honest smile.
On a face rather familiar,
then you say,
"Dad, I'm your child."

All confused, I can't remember,
the facts behind what you claim.
So I ask a simple question;
"Sir, please tell me, what's your name?"
"Henry", you say to remind me
then suggest I take a nap.
"Henry", I say, "Can you show me,
where the nearest bed is at?"

"Come with me", you say, "I'll show you."
To which I honest reply:
"Who are you?"
You say, "I'm Henry."
I ask, "You're my son, s'that right?"
"Yes", you answer. "Yes", once more,
to confirm what isn't sure,
as you lead me though the door
to where I've not been before.

Nervously I glance around.
You say, "Dad, please settle down.
You'll feel better if you sleep."
I take your hand, saying,  "Don't leave."
"O'kind stranger, please hold my hand,
'til I drift from this strange land,
into unrecognized dreams;
robbed of all my memories."

Come and show me what you're made of
give me that stuff that I need
just the smallest taste of your love
helps to put my soul at ease
come here girl and pull me closer
let me feel your passion breathe
brand new life into my bones now
on your lust I want to feed
every inch of your sweet body
is a mystery to explore
that attracts and pulls me closer
and persuades to know you more
your warmth...
your touch...
I groan, you blush...
the fire's on
it's all too much
your lips...
your taste...
our long embrace...
your skin...
your hair...
your eyes...
We're There!!

There's not a cloud in the sky today
look upwards if you may
though your eyes only see halfway
try imagining heaven
whisper a prayer for all you do
for what you don't know or think untrue
it stands to reason that the angels are blue
from what's above us, that's a given

All of the sadness that pierces your heart
sooner or later will help you to part
with comfortable things that only enslave you
and keep you from the divine
the gladness you seek will come raining down
it will pour out from the crown
of the one God eternal
who created you to shine

The vast expanse of air declares
the infinite love that we'll share
in storied clouds that swirling form
or lightning as it tears
in crimson sun displays at dusk
on brightest stars that shine each night
we only see heaven halfway
but I trust we'll be alright

All of the madness that weighs on my heart
sooner or later must help me to part
with all of those things that damage my spirit
and keep me from being free
the gladness I seek will come raining down
it will pour out from the crown
of the one true God above
who loves us  eternally.

In my early childhood days of school,
I was "weird", couldn't concentrate on rules,
relating to subjects I was subjected to.
I was sent to the principal or ignored as a fool.

"Focus", they'd say.
Which was just hocus pocus.
Back then there was no treatment
for what I had.
"He's short on attention."
"The span of an infant."
"He's being rebellious."
"He makes us so mad."

Those dry conversations, no doubt had before me,
I cannot remember, I'm sure they took place.
The stammering faces of angry old teachers,
I do not recall well, they're shadows quite vague.
I was locked in my bubble of attention deficit,
a modern term to describe a wandering mind.
My high school g.p.a. was **** poor. I still passed.
Today I finish short books from time to time.

If you're a young kid suffering from a.d.d., bless you.
There's hope for you yet with psychiatric care.
Me I've gained patience from this "new" disorder.
And now I ignore all I don't want to hear.

In towers raised high to reach the sky
men forsake wisdom until time arrives
to pass from this land and into the night
from this world of goodness that's given them life

In richest palace, both king and queen
struggle with sick pride, struggle with greed
as they don gold crowns and sit on their thrones
their far poorer subjects die starved and die cold

Historic records, accounts of deeds
speak of the bravery of souls in need
faced with injustice, they did raise the sword,
and fought to bring down their oppressive lords

In graveyards silent and buried deep
everyone here will lie fast asleep
there'll be no mourners and no one to weep
heaven and hell will hold their full keep

No I'm not yours, and I'll never be.
Yes I am sure, that you're not for me.
Thanks for the roses, they're quite beautiful.
I'll place them in the nicest vase that I own.
But don't get to dreaming that my hand you'll hold.
Soon as you're done with your coffee, go home.

Please don't you come around my door again.
We're not to be lovers, hence we can't be friends.
I'll stay here alone without your company.
'*** no, I'm not yours, and I'll never be.

Please go on ahead of me
come back, tell me what you see
if a better land you find
there we'll take our family

But if all found is smoke and ash
don't linger there, hasten to dash
back to home and country dear
our kids would like it better here

When you've gone beyond those hills
far from these fields of our birth
keep silent, be very still
violent men roam this fair Earth

They'd not hesitate to ****,
rob, or beat you for a thrill
God protect and guide you true
save you from the things they do

That day when good news arrives
heralding your fruitful find
it is then we'll relocate
to that distant, better place

I'll pray each and every night
for your safe return, my dear
but should you forfeit your life
our kids will like it better here