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Hank Love Feb 2020
I'm somewhere
Trying to get nowhere.
I'm caught between
Halfway in
And good and gone.
I'm somebody
Trying to be a nobody one day.
Hank Love Sep 2020
My Notebook,
How I miss you,
And our daily conversations.
I miss the way I clothed you.
Not with outfits,
But with words for all to see and hear.
I miss how it felt,
The continuous flick of the wrist
After each word I would write
And how the way each one
Made me feel just a bit smarter.
You were the canvas,
And for once something in my life
Felt absolutely beautiful.
I miss the adventures
We went on together
And The constant foes and heroes
That we met along the way.
And the millions of people we birthed,
Who's lives are still yet to be written.
I miss the way that I was responsible
For what happened in your world,
When I have no control in mine.
And your lines, so neat and straight
Blending in with every cursive word.
The way the pen touched the paper
Was a thing of such majesty.
And like artists, a poets job
Is to make the world a bit more beautiful
One letter at a time.
Hank Love Jul 2020
In every rose
There is a thorn
A feeling sharp and strong

To play it safe
And not to rush
Until a true love comes along

You spoke to me
A time before
And listening was my worst mistake

That I will know
When love has come
But all I had was a heart to break

And every time
I fell in love
It seems all I hit was ground
And now I know
And now I know
And I have to reap what I sow

But if i knew then
What i know now
Would things still be the same?
But now I know
Now I know
And i only have myself to blame

And this is why
I built these walls
A fortress for my heart
And now I know
And now I know
That my pain is a work of art

But if I could
Change the past
Would I make the same mistake?
But I can't turn back the time
And I can't give my heart to break

And now I know,
Now I know
And I have to reap what I sow
Hank Love Feb 2019
She rolls upon the sigh of Orion 
Her voice Carries 
thro brume and mist 
These were days 
when the tide was high
The waters pure 
My Soul volcanic
As the scoriac valleys 
Onwards strolled
While our destiny remained
Entwined with the stars 
I said, "Gracefully she flies
Between the Goliath
Rivers of Spain
Our Salvation is Nigh
Encrusted through water
Our hope is restored."
And souls! The brave souls
Braced against the tide
Through the mid-December
(As we knew not 
the month nor day)
Harbored there, 
Beneath the air
Buried those poor souls
Between the shore and Bay
It was there 
In the city by the shore
When it was spoken 
But gave no token
In the days yond and fair 
Many years and longer still 
In the forsaken days of yore 
That those men 
Will not have died in vain
"Dust you were created 
Through sand and sin 
And shall you return
To dust again."
Hank Love Dec 2021
I know when it's not worth the fight
We've had this talk a thousand times
Its time to read between between the lines
It's over girl it's over

It's nothing that anyone did
It's just something God forbid
And the emotions that kept themselves hid
Took over yeah they took over

I don't know why it's so hard
To say goodbye when we didn't even start
I know its not fair but it's too much to bear
When we break each other's hearts


Is it all for one
Or more one for all
And we've taken the fall
And we'll hit the ground sooner or later
Is it all for one
Are you the one for me
I guess in the end we'll see
When it comes to something that glitters
It's always one for all

I've read this over a thousand times
I thought by now I'd realize
There's nothing left to change our minds
It's over over

I never saw an end in sight
I never woke up crying in the night
I guess I'll try with all my might
To get through it through it

You're like a bad dream
And I make you wanna  scream
We're really no good for ourselves
We'll never be free when it's you and me
Holding the key to each others cells


Is it all for one
Or more one for all
And we've taken the fall
And we'll hit the ground sooner or later
Is it all for one
Are you the one for me
I guess in the end we'll see
When it comes to something that glitters
It's always one for all
Hank Love May 6
I wrote this not for myself personally, but for those who is forced to lose someone they love, I've seen people scream at God in hurt and anger and other things written in this song.

You were too young
When you spread your wings
I can hear voice
While I try to sleep

Telling me it's okay
Easier said than done
There's nothing left to say
But I've only just begun

Cause i could shake my fist
And ask God why
The old live too long
While the young always die
Yeah I could scream
Until my lungs gave out
I could tell a stranger what it's all about
Or i could cuss like a sailor
But what good would it do?
When all I want Yeah all I want
Is One more minute with you

They said you were better now
And I walked away
I hit my knees
But I didn't pray

Instead I punched the ground
Cause now it's the one holding you
Yeah it doesn't know you
Quite like I do

And I don't want to sleep at night
Cause my dreams always laugh at me

Cause i could shake my fist
And ask God why
The old live too long
While the young always die
Yeah I could scream
Until my lungs gave out
I could tell a stranger what it's all about
Or i could cuss like a sailor
But what good would it do?
When all I want Yeah all I want
Is One more minute with you

Yeah all I want
All I want

Is to shake my fist and ask God why
The old live too long
While the young always die
God I wonder why
Yeah I could scream
Until my lungs gave out
I could tell a stranger what it's all about
Or i could cuss like a sailor
But what good would it do?
When all I want Yeah all I want
Is One more minute with you

Yeah all I want
Is one more minute with you
Hank Love Aug 2020
On the other side of the moon 
Stars appear like they do in June 
And I know I'll be there soon 
On the other side of the moon 

On the other side of the moon 
Pretty flowers are all in bloom 
And if I could fly why then I 
Would have two footprints on the moon 

It's up above the clouds 
It's far beyond the sun 
I'll feel so high and I won't come down 
Until I've had my fun 

We'll meet up in space
They tell me it's a wonderful place 
And we'll be so happy 
That a smile never leaves our face 

On the other side of the moon 
Stars appear like they do in June 
And I know I'll be there soon 
On the other side of the moon 

On the other side of the moon 
Pretty flowers are all in bloom 
And if I could fly why then I 
Would have two footprints on the moon 

On the other side of the moon 
I know I'll be there soon
Hank Love Feb 2020
Maybe I should stop
While I'm ahead
Throw in the towel
And make my bed


After everything
That we've been through
I cant imagine life
Without you



I can't say goodbye
I was born to be
More than just
An ordinary guy
And its really no surprise
No I can't imagine why
I don't want to live
An ordinary life

I was doing fine
Out On my own
Then I found you there
And took you home


After everything
That we've been through
I cant imagine life
Without you


I can't say goodbye
I was born to be
More than just
An ordinary guy
And its really no surprise
No I can't imagine why
I don't want to live
An ordinary life
Hank Love Mar 2019
Hear the cravened Raven
The story he so proudly tells!
Through the constant chime
And ringing of the Bells!

Onwards to the house of Usher
Through the Catacombs
And the lowly depths of Hell
What a mood of merriment 
This tale portells! 

Below the creaking floorboards
He so loudly yells
As we pry the planks one by one
"This, a story 
No mortal ever tells!"

The Heavens claim Helen 
And the enchanting Annabelle
Alone In the city by the Sea
He so miserably dwells!

^^^^ note I'm not quite finished with it yet. I'm sure most will need revising and editing and make it longer of some sort.
Hank Love Jan 2022
Poetry lies in the fields of Brazil
Within my heart yet to reveal.
It is beauty that one can smell,
A sweet aroma that surrounds Her well.

And Her eyes, tho I have not seen,
Perhaps in them the sky holds its blue,
Or perhaps She has stolen
The emeralds green.

Poetry is beauty for one to touch,
Her velvet skin, Her heart to clutch.
And while I knew Her, for some short time
In another world, Her heart was mine.

And Her beauty, I've seen only in dreams,
I still can keep her image well.
And Her name, the seraphs they sing
And call Her by the name of Gabriella.
Hank Love Feb 2020
There's a girl in a window
At the coffee shop
And Lord shes seen it all
The way she's sitting looking pretty
She looks like a porcelain doll

Shes seen happy faces
And people without a reason to rhyme
They gather around her
And sit on the floor
To hear her story and forget about life

Can you feel the sunshine
Through the window
Does it ever get lonely at night
Does your heart still feel the cracks
From another owner in another time

There's a girl In the window
At a coffee shop
And man she's been around the world
In every place

Shes been handed down
In her faded blue gown
To try and bring
A smile to your face

Can you feel the sunshine
Through the window
Does it ever get lonely at night
Does your heart still feel the cracks
From another owner in another time

She has her dreams
But no one to tell
Her eyes tell a story of their own
Cause shes seen it all
And shes had a ball

They say goodbye
And they wish her well
They walk away
And leave her alone

Can you feel the sunshine
Through the window
Does it ever get lonely at night
Does your heart still feel the cracks
From another owner in another time
Hank Love Jan 2020
She could see the signs 
On the highway
Listening to the voice 
On the radio 
Shes a working girl
Who loves the Lord 
Because The Bible tells her so 
In the rearview mirror 
She sees the lights 
And a life of prostitution 
They say he works in mysterious ways 
And that's where she found religion

We live our lives
Because it's all that we have
We're all guilty of something
We've all killed the fatted calf
It doesn't matter what we do
We're all going to have to 
Pay the price one way
It doesn't matter how long it takes
We're all gonna be with The Man one day

He was sitting in a barstool 
Whispering to the bottle
Because it's his only friend 
He's got no job 
And lost his home
Because pity doesn't pay the rent
Between the smoke of a tailpipe
He sees the girl he left behind
Now hes seeing The Lord in his drink
Living in the land of the blind

We live our lives
Because it's all that we have
We're all guilty of something
We've all killed the fatted calf
It doesn't matter what we do
We're all going to have to 
Pay the price one way
It doesn't matter how long it takes
We're all gonna be with The Man one day
Hank Love Feb 2019
For yonder lady 
This Poem is penned.
Whose eyes express brightly
Gazing upon such measure 
Kept well in secrecy mind you
Twist the syllables in this rhyme.
Divinity-still a favorable token
Tho kind words remain unspoken 
Its letters, the many letters
Which rally upon a readers ear 
Does not merely comprehend that
The secret remains solely in the ink. 
The sound uttered in the reading
Although spoken falsely 
Not well kept close to heart 
The riddle remains unkept 
The truth an imaginative compensation 
Forbids the reader, 
And the poets, 
To cease from trying 
To rid the reader of 
The riddle in the rhyme.
Hank Love May 2021
Christopher sails his ship
Across the water
Never looking back
And never waving goodbye

He said its not the same
America that he remembers
Floating away from shore
He leaves everything behind

Sail on through
And wave your flag high
As the eye can see
Sail on through
And never drop your anchor
But the only thing you forgot on shore
Was me

Christopher sailed his ship
For the third time today
Checking his map
But everything looks the same

There are no stars
Tonight to help guide his way
His compass isn't working
But his heart is the only thing that breaks

Sail on through
And wave your flag high
As the eye can see
Sail on through
And never drop your anchor
But the only thing
You forgot on shore was me
Hank Love Jul 2020
Am I afraid of anything?
Not really.
Once you've seen it all,
There's nothing left to see.
Most of you were afraid
Of the monster in the closet.
I was afraid of the man that stood
In the corner.
Monsters do not live in closets.
They live in their own homes.
They're the ones you pass by
Every day on the street.
Some of you even looked
Under your beds.
But how do you look for something
That's in your mind?
When you had a bad dream,
You woke up and told mom and dad.
Then it was over and a new day began.
What happens when the nightmare
Lasts for eight years?
Who do you tell
When no one believes you?
Most of you have probably gotten
To a point in life,
Where you can't recognize yourself
In the mirror.
But what does it mean when you can't
Recognize any of the several faces
Staring back at you?
When you were mad,
You slammed the door.
But have you ever had the door
Slam on you?
Most of you have tried talking to the dead
But what happens when the dead
Start speaking to you?
Some of you may call other's crazy,
But have you ever had someone
Call you crazy instead?
Hank Love Feb 2020
She likes her gin and tonic on ice
She's a little classy but I think its nice
Her breath smells like perfume and cigarettes
If you haven't seen her
You haven't seen Nothing yet

She's the life of a party
Yeah she really comes alive at night
An open invitation
That you can't possibly decline

She's a woman
Ahead of her time
She's much too pretty
To wait in line
She's a woman
Without a care in the world
A woman with a will
But shes daddys little girl

She knows what she likes
She likes to watch the sunset burn
She has a sweet side
But treat her wrong
And you'll wish you were never born

She likes to wear her a dress
Every hour of the day
Served redemption from a platter
And the best champagne to wash it away

She's a woman
Ahead of her time
She's much too pretty
To wait in line
She's a woman
Without a care in the world
She's a woman with a will
But shes daddys little girl
Hank Love Aug 2021
Listen boy I'm telling you
I know her more than you think I do
You'll say and swear that she's the one
But she's no where near
With the setting of the sun

She's an animal man,
She can't be tamed
She's a vicious bird
That can't be put in a cage
And believe me it's not all the rage

And when you're with her
She's everything you think about
But there's always something on her mind
That you'll never figure out

She's a woman, she'll cut you down to size
If you think you're in love
Well boy you better think twice
She's a woman she's long and she's lean
And if she don't get what she wants
Boy that girl gets  mean

Now the only reason I'm telling you
Is cause I don't want to see your heart turn blue
She'll rip you to shreds She's mean no doubt
She'll really love you up then she'll spit you out

But if you insist
Then take my advice on this
Don't you be the fool
Or you'll be swimming in your sorrows
And she'll take your heart to school

She's a woman, she'll cut you down to size
If you think you're in love
Well boy you better think twice
She's a woman she's long and she's lean
And if she don't get what she wants
Boy that girl gets mean
Hank Love Nov 2021
There was a house down the street
When I was a little boy
My father told me,
"Son you'll find God there"

I always thought that he lived in the clouds
Now I know what he meant
In the eyes of a lonely woman
Who had no family that came and went

But she talked with Jesus every day
Over coffee and water or tea
And he was there to hold her hand
When she could no longer see

Yeah she talked with Jesus every day
Until he took her home to the shore
Now she walks with Jesus every day
And she's never lonely anymore

I remember when she died
And we walked up the street
The family was there from miles around
And my father said she was very sweet

Poor woman caught fire one night
And the burns wouldn't go away
And I was too young to understand
Who the man was in her house that day

But she talked with Jesus every day
Over coffee and water or tea
And he was there to hold her hand
When she could no longer see

Yeah she talked with Jesus every day
Until he took her home to the shore
Now she walks with Jesus every day
And she's never lonely anymore
Hank Love Mar 2019
The ignorant secret to being silent, is when you come across someone who no longer desires to listen.
Hank Love Jan 2020
Isn't it a shame
Does it not sound absurd 
You turned on the radio today
But nobody said a word

It all seems strange 
It all seems stark
The bombs have stopped dalling 
And the worlds gone dark

Between the satellites
And falling stars
And the big man on T.V
In the midst of all this silence 
You can barely hear us scream

Sirens go by
Choppers fill the air
They spread their wings
Does anyone care?

I miss the old days
But they've all gone 
Children out playing 
In the smell of a fresh cut lawn
But the sun never came out today

It all seems strange 
It all seems stark
The bombs have stopped dalling 
And the worlds gone dark

Between the satellites
And falling stars
And the big man on T.V
In the midst of all this silence 
You can barely hear us scream
Hank Love Feb 2020
Release your hold from me
Turn me loose and let me fly
Over hilltops green
I'll soar with wings on High
The world below me
Is a picture frame
While I'm in a place
Where everyone knows my name

I have a home
On the other side of the skyline
Saying Goodbye
To a life I never knew
Birds like me are meant to fly
Towards a place
That's much bigger than I
Just on the other side
Of the skyline
There's a world I've never seen
With smiling faces
The grass is always green
On the other side

My eyes that look like yours
Are two great mirrors
To turn the pages
And open doors
May there always be wind in your trees
And the stars to light your way
I hope there's a breeze in your sails
With the smell of a bright new day
I can't tell you anything
That you don't already know
I have a home in the sky
And the bible tells you so



I have a home
On the other side of the skyline
Saying Goodbye
To a life I never knew
Birds like me are meant to fly
Towards a place
That's much bigger than I
Just on the other side
Of the skyline
There's a world I've never seen
With smiling faces
The grass is always green
On the other side
Hank Love Mar 2019
A kindred spirit in a dying hour
I have no time to dream
For fate
That fire of fire
Is not my theme!
Pleasant solace upon the mire
In a life of sand and sin
Through earthly power deprived within
Unravelled pride within a dream
Hank Love Feb 2022
Well I see him on the TV
He acts like a prophet
With the Bible in his hands
But he sounds too Hollywood
And I don't understand a word he says
He says the Good book says
To love thy neighbor
And I almost believed his lie
But the hurricanes are coming
And he won't let us in tonight

We all need someone to make a difference
We all need someone to shed some light
We all need someone to listen
And teach us all what's wrong from right
We all need someone to make a difference

Well he's been homeless
For ten long years
Carrying his cot through the crowd
He's got a son he doesn't know he has
And he's making someone upstairs proud
People usually go from rags to riches
But this time it's the other way around
He's waiting for the clouds to open
But the rain keeps coming down

We all need someone to make a difference
We all need someone to shed some light
We all need someone to listen
And teach us all what's wrong from right
We all need someone to make a difference

Well she's standing on the corner
For the fifth or sixth time today
She don't have much other choice
Cause she's still got bills to pay
The state came and took her son
It's been three years ago today
She says her knees always hurt her badly
But she still makes time to pray

We all need someone to make a difference
We all need someone to shed some light
We all need someone to listen
And teach us all what's wrong from right
We all need someone to make a difference
Hank Love Sep 2022
What it doesn't further hurt
Doesn't mean it stops the pain
I carry an umbrella out
Doesn't mean it'll shield the rain

I talk to those who go before me
Doesn't mean they come back
A serpent lies in sleeping
Doesn't mean it won't attack

I Turn my back
And there's a knife through me
I turn my eyes away
But still I somehow see

Close the door and throw the blinds
I won't let you in this time
I won't let you drag me down this time
There's something more deep inside
You break my heart but I'm still alive
I'm still alive

I talk to shadows on my wall
It keeps the thoughts out of my head
Sleeping with the light on
Too afraid of the monster under my bed

But the walls are closing in again
And I feel like im a slave
Drowning in my own sin
But the ship still remains

I turn away
And I leave the ashes behind
I throw another picture away
Burning the past goodbye

Close the door and throw the blinds
I won't let you in this time
I won't let you drag me down this time
There's something more deep inside
You break my heart but I'm still alive
I'm still alive
Hank Love May 2019
Once upon a time
In another tale and rhyme
In a villiage far away
Lived the ignorant villiage fool
Who always loved to laugh and play
He would sing his silly songs
And play a little toot
And while other's dissagreed
And they called him a brute
Their point was fairly moot
And they tossed him to the dogs
And they tossed him on the rocks
Because other's forgot to learn
What he had already forgot
Because he knew how to live
And he knew how to love
He was never looking down
Because his spirits were always up above!
He always tipped his hat to the ladies and the gents
And he said "Bless you Gov, give the wife a kiss!"
And I protest because while I enjoyed his company
And though I enjoyed his songs
He did one thing I thought was very wrong
When he put his hand on a certain place that didn't possibly belong
He said "Apologies miss I wasn't trying to seem fresh!
Take it from me tales me mother always taught me best!"
And she sighed and she frowned and she went about her way
"Give it a rest you inconceiving pest!
I have no time to stop and play!"
Hank Love Mar 2019
Person 1: Fine day,

Wouldnt you say?


Person 2: Why yes I quite agree!


1: In the cold and barren winter

Through the late or early December 


2: And in July

The song of birds in the trees


1: Then you my friend 

Will agree with me then

It's always a pleasant day for tea?


2: Yes I'm quite fond of tea!


1: So I see! 

Between the years of yesterday 


2: and a thousand tomorrows 

To come this way 


1: there is only one today! 


2: Say how do you do

To those that you knew


1: Or adieu to those you may rue


2: We're getting off the topic

Wouldn't you say? 


1: Very well 

Well then

When life holds you bothered 

In the days of spring 


2: (Or in December)


1: Yes yes,  nevertheless you should always remember 


1&2: It is always a pleasant day for tea!
Hank Love Jan 2020
He's brave while hes
Holding his teddy bear
Though he doesn't understand
He doesn't know the people there
But his mama's there to hold his hand

Momma makes everything better
More than a lollipop could ever do
You can see it in his smile
He's a Hunter
Hey Kid this one's for you

Be a brave little teddy bear
And close your eyes
For you are loved
More than you realize
Go to sleep and soar
Into yonder skies so blue
A song is from the heart
And this one's for you

He doesn't like the bracelet
But it really makes him cool
He pretends hes a robot
With all the wires
They put him through

I know hed rather be home
Watching cartoons on T.V
Or playing with his own toys
In his world of make believe


Be a brave little teddy bear
And close your eyes
For you are loved
More than you realize
Go to sleep and soar
Into yonder skies so blue
A song is from the heart
And this one's for you
Hank Love Jan 2020
It's been another year
And one more mile
Down the road
Life turns the page
And we only age
But our bond will never grow old

Thank you for the years
And the time we once shared
I'm thankful for the memories
And the tears we both bared
My old man once said
All good things they come to an end
By the by we've seen it through
Thank you for being there
Thank you for being you

Everything was better
With you in my corner
You really were
The wind in my sails
How much further I'll travel on
I cannot begin to tell

Thank you for the years
And the time we once shared
I'm thankful for the memories
And the tears we both bared
My old man once said
All good things they come to an end
By the by we've seen it through
Thank you for being there
Thank you for being you

Until then
Farewell my friend
Until my time on Earth is through
Thank you for the life you lived
Thank you for being you
Hank Love Feb 8
"The Answer is No"- a musical number for a play I'm writing.  

Mother:
What about a baker

Main
There's one already up the road

Mother
Or you could be a tailor

Main
I don't know a thing about clothes

Mother
You could have a life as a librarian
And put books on the shelves

Main
I'm sorry to disappoint you mother
But That's for someone else

Mother I see more
When people run
I want to soar
To places I've never seen before
I'd like to live out all my dreams
And if it's not what it seems
Then you'll be the first to say I told you so
But until that day mother
The answer is no

Mother
Darling you could fall
Flat on your face

Main
But I could also watch where I step
And yep! I'm still in the race

Mother
You're far too young
I know what you'll go through

Main
Mother it's time to shift I  have a gift
And one day It'll take care of you

Even when I'm awake
I want to dream
When people whisper
I want to scream
I have my voice to be heard
It doesn't sound absurd
And if the worst should happen
I know where to go....
Until that day mother, the answer is no

Mother
But don't you see...

Main
Let me live my dream, mother
The answer is no!
Hank Love Jul 2023
The crowd gathered in the room
And the man pulled back the cloth
Behind it was an old painting
And silence filled them all

Not everyone understood the meaning
From the message in the paint
Some said its a man who took a beating
Some said the man would faint

But somewhere in the back
An older woman stood
She made her way to the front
Holding back her tears the best she could

And she said
"I know this man in the picture
And I know message in the frame
This man took the beating
For what I have myself to blame
Some of you can't see it"
As she pointed at the cross
"Behind the man who paid the cost
The artist left His name"

Then she picked up the painting
As her tears fell on the frame
"What kind of man would take my place
And still care to know my name?"

And she said
"I know this man in the picture
And I know message in the frame
This man took the beating
For what I have myself to blame
Some of you can't see it"
As she pointed at the cross
"Behind the man who paid the cost
The artist left His name"
Hank Love Feb 2019
How heavens beauty 

is to thee!

as angelic chorus 

coveted she and me 

once ere in  a kingdom there,

near the lighthouse

and the shrouded perfumed sea 

lived a woman fair

with golden hair 

and the radiant maidens name;

Suzanne Mcswain 

Lo and while i remained a child

Vulnerable though obscene

yond i spent my days

 In  the land fair and bright 

with the Maiden whom the Angel's claim 

 Suzanne Mcswain
Hank Love Apr 2019
I don't know about Heaven, but I know there's got to be a hell.  I spent six years going through my own version of it. For there to be a Hell, there has
to be Heaven, somewhere. Was it for me, or for the righteous, the pure of Heart?
I didn't ask ask for this. What was I looking for,
Redemption? Or was it looking for me? I don't know about any of that, but I know the past
six years, I've never been so close to God than I have in my life. I couldn't help, but think
that this was somewhat punishment, and judgement for my sins. I look back now, and
realize, no one deserves what I went through.
All I wanted was change, in me was something lurking,
longing for acknowledgement. All I wanted was  to break free and escape from something
that I held the key to myself. To rid of the things that seemed to hold me back for years.
Come to think of it, I should have stayed.
The only piece of Heaven that I had left in this world, was
stolen from me many years ago. I don't know about Angels, but I know she is always with
me. I felt so alone. When she left me, she turned her back, and Heavens gates shut behind
her. Now she belonged to the stars. Too much to soon. From now on, I would always find
the time for her. A hollow promise. Too little too late.
The demons I have, are the constant reminders of my past
mistakes and failures of my life. I hold constant fear over the condition over my soul.
What classifys the condition of a mans soul? If you stab him, does he not bleed?
If you break his heart, is he himself not a man broken? If you hold him prisoner, long
enough, you will find, all it holds is his attention, and he will break free.
Hank Love Apr 2019
constant battle 
Dwells among us daily 
I have no belief in the supernatural,
Nor spirits of any sort
I do hold firm belief 
In Angel's and demons. 
The battle between good and evil
Has raged on throughout every century.
Time, in it's own fashion 
Is the father of all things changed. 
I have seen men with forked silvertongue 
That is the character 
Of all things corrupted with deceit. 
I have seen men
Who pose as great evil 
Though holds no battalions. 
The character of all things just
But all things judged by their appearance. 

In short I have witnessed 
Good men do bad things 
And have laid my eyes upon the hope 
That even the most beastly men
Set aside to bedevil the ways of all
Portake in the most righteous deeds. 
Change is the law of life. 
And those who seek the law 
Will always take it into their own hands.
Hank Love Nov 2020
It was the spring,
And it was love.
I was well of age
But remained a child
When it came to matters of love.
We spent our days
In the aroma
Of the greenest fields
Surrounded by the most
Well groomed flowers.
I had picked a flower for her that day.
The blossom in her hair
Has become a daily
Photograph in my mind.
The flower served as example.
For the reason that everything fades.
The flower, the spring, and love.
But also that whatever dies,
New life comes about.
There will always be
Another flower to be picked,
The spring shall come again,
And love is eternal.
Hank Love Dec 2021
There's a guy walking along
The city streets at night
I don't know where he's going
But you can only see him by the lights

When everything's quiet
You can almost hear
The sound of a horn
And then he disappears

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around

I never knew the man
I never even saw his face
Until Wednesday morning over coffee
I flipped to the second page

Seems Jim Crowder didn't see the lights
Maybe he didn't want to some might say
He didn't care enough to look ahead
Or even bother to get out of the way

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around
Hank Love Feb 2019
With just hands
At last through years
I gazed upon that yonder shore. 
Above the mist and smoke
Where men would dare claim
Earth. 
Such a vision appeared
Of that Golden Palace
That divine rod 
That separates myself 
From my dreams.
Blessings to the dreamers, still
Even in the night's own hour
They still long for what the 
Heart desires. 
Amidst the Autumn 
Afar the Altar 
Yond that threshold there
That Golden vision
I peered through tears.
Such a vision for the blind 
It would aspire their view
Towards the very
Face of Christ.
Direct your paths 
Through  that starry night 
That gentle morn.
Hear me Aurora!
Your kindred spirit 
Of yesterday's departure.
Memory, a fantasy
Absurd though dire, still
Deceived I was not
Captivated, brought forth
Against her silver lined glory
In the Golden Vision pure 
Through the starry night.
Hank Love Dec 2019
"Such a place for a thief!"
The patrolman cried. 
"Just the place for a crook!"
The Thief replied;
"What a schnook!
So easily you were duped!
Indeed you are stuped! 
Considering the time that you took!"

"Just  the place for a thief! 
I've now said it twice.
Indeed you are sly! 
Considering each day
That I passed you by! 
Why I did not notice you more than I would have a fly!" 
"You are no match! But I've made a mistake!
For I would be free
If that gate would unlatch!" 
"Such a place for a crook!"
A deep breath he took. 
"For one would be wise
If he knew where to look! 
"I will be blunt, this is all in good fun!
For when the cat is away the mice will run!"
"Fun! Began the hunt
When you pulled such a stunt!"
"Yes, yes. I saw and I sprung. I started to run! 
But perish the thought
For soon I to will be hung!"
Hank Love Dec 2019
A time before, in another age, when our forefathers' sweat poured out to this country, and their hearts beat for this nation ensuring equality for all mankind.
Now, we are coming to the End of an Era, and dare I say the final era. Challenging that same nation, live up to the same hope and vision these great men saw before they, in dedication, and in retrospect, for the same hope for that nation, can themselves endure.
We highly resolve those men, and the crimes that have since been long committed on the Great Plains of this great nation as God stands in witness to the events which have taken place, that our forefathers words may not be taken with them to the grave. That this nation stands firm under God in the highest and shall have a new outlook on Freedom, and that her people will have new dreams, and hold true to those before, and the peoples Government, shall long endure.
Hank Love Oct 2021
It was sixty years ago
When they sent me to the Island
The warden said no one ever gets out alive
But I knew it was a lie

It was just a year later
When I got a funny feeling
The walls were caving in
And I wanted to be free again

I used to look out at the city
I loved to feel the wind blow through my hair
I swore I'd make it off the Island
And I'd be gone without a care

Made a raft out of raincoats
Made a few dummy heads
We left when the lights went out
And in the morning they thought that we were dead

We swore we'd make it off the island
We did what they said can't be done
We left that rock in the Ocean
We were free but we were on the run

Every night I think about my life
If things would have been different
If I only did my time
But I had different plans in mind

I used to look out at the city
I loved to feel the wind blow through my hair
I swore I'd make it off the Island
And I'd be gone without a care

We swore we'd make it off the island
We did what they said can't be done
We left that rock in the Ocean
We were free but we were on the run
Hank Love May 23
Imagine standing there
Afraid and all alone
You can't phone a friend this time
No it looks like you're on your own

Two doors are in front of you
There's door one and door number two
Behind the first door you hear singing
In that Heavenly studio

The door next to it
Followed by a million different screams
Is that place of fire and brimstone
You hope you'll wake up from this dream

Between the two doors
The One with the shining light
And the other with
The excruciating reddened glow

Half a million things come to your mind
As you stand awaiting judgement
From the throne
For your soul

In the blink of an eye
A figure sits before you
And the impact
Causes you to hit your knees

Beside him on a table,
Sits a book wrapped in white
The one that keeps sccount
Of everything He's heard and seen.

To the right of him
Is a man wearing a crown and purple robes
Holding a ball in His hands we call the earth
But He holds it like a globe

You realize at this point
That it's none other
Than God the father
And God the son.

The one who knew you
Before you were born,
And He knows your sins
One by one.

Clearing His throat
And leaning towards you
You know this meeting
Has only just begun.

He says "I'll make this quick,
You've seen doors one and two.
But before I open either of them,
There's something I'll ask of you.

Do you deny the things
That you did on Earth?
Tell me, do you have
Any sort of excuse?

What can you possibly tell me
In your favor
Before I completely
Wash my hands of you?"

In that moment,
You feel ashamed.
He heare your thoughts,
And He sees your blame.

You remember all the stories
That you were told in Sunday school
About the man named Jesus
Who bled and died for you.

You don't realize it's a test
Or that the questions are rhetoric
So you sit there contemplating your answer
And slowly you start to panic.

Then you feel a different emotion.
One you haven't felt for the longest time
Something inside you almost glowing
That tells you you'll be fine.

You look up and you see God
Raising His brow from His seat.
You walk up to the throne
Filled with the holy spirit
"May I remind you that sin held me prisoner
But the blood of Jesus has set me free!"
Hank Love May 2019
Once upon a time
In another song and rhyme
Lived the King's royal fool
Who couldn't seem to step in line

He was witty he was charming
Though he was mistook
Because while he tried to bring a smile
Others misplaced him for a schnook

He would sing his silly songs
He would play a little toot
And while others called him a brute
Their point was fairly moot

And they tossed him on the rocks
And they threw him to the dogs
He always made his way back
To do what he was taught

"Fool," said the King
As he gave a coin a fling
"Have you learned not a thing?
I pay you to sing!

Let this be a lesson
As you lie awake in bed
If I dont get my wishes
Its off with your head!"


To top it off
The King gave a scoff
He was always short tempered
Because he couldn't play Golf
But the fool had brushed it off

But he knew how to live
And he knew how to love
He was never looking down
Because his spirits were always above

He always tipped his hat
To the ladies and the Gents
"Bless you Gov," he said as he bowed
"Be sure to give the wife a kiss!"

I would be remiss
If I did not insist
That while I enjoyed his company
And though I loved his songs
He did one thing
I thought was very wrong
When he put his hand on a place
That didn't possibly belong

"Apologies Miss I wasn't
Trying to seem fresh!
Take it from me tales me mother
Always taught me best!"

But she sighed and she frowned
As she went about her way
"Give it a rest you blundering pest
I have no time to stop and play!"

So the moral of me rhyme
To the right person place and time
If you can't enjoy life
You better step in line

Because you can't love another
If you don't love yourself
Might as well keep your worries
Tucked away upon a shelf!

It's not that bad
Though it may seem cruel
If you can't see the beauty
Then you my friend are the fool!
Hank Love Mar 2022
Today, I covered the mirror.
My day no longer starts
With the same face that I used to see.
Today, I put away the scale
That, every time I would step upon it,
Would mock and laugh at me.
Today, I put my phone away
To hold a door for a man I did not know.
Today, I pay attention to the words I say.
So I don't have to reap what I sow.
Today, I did not spend several minutes
Trying to brush my hair.
I used to worry about what people say
But today I really just don't care.
Today, I only wore one set of clothes.
I did not change throughout the day
Instead I was content with what I chose.
Today, I took a breath and I let it go.
The pain, regrets, the burdens,
That I thought I would always know.
Yesterday is over,
And today I can't wait to see.
How tomorrow  will be different
From the life after me.
Hank Love Feb 2020
When I think of those New York lights
Friday nights
Taking a stroll
Through the city streets alone
The days are never warm
And the people are cold
Sitting there freezing looking for a hand to hold
It's gotten a little crazy
You can hear it on the news every day

The lights dont shine
As bright as they say
In New York City
And a rose can't grow
Between the sidewalk cracks
The marquee won't save your soul
And once you sell it
You can never have it back

I never realized the passing faces
Of different races
Walking down the Avenue every day
Captivated by the different sounds
The rumours around
The city that never sleeps
At least that's what they say


The lights dont shine
As bright as they say
In New York City
And a rose can't grow
Between the sidewalk cracks
The marquee won't save your soul
And once you sell it
You can never have it back
Hank Love Feb 2020
Ah you can have some fun
And do the jitterbug
But you can never
Get enough of

The long way down
They call it the long way down
The long way down
Gather round and do the long way down

Well now "The twist" is over
And summers gone
Just "stroll" on over
You dont belong

It's now the long way down
Yeah they call it the long way down
Ths long way down
Come on now and learn the long way down

(Heres how it goes now)

A new dance
Has made its way
You shake your hips
Both night and day
You shake your knees
Drop to the floor
Jump back up
And wiggle more

You do the long way down
You got it baby do the long way down
The long way down
Now you're doing the long way down

Now I know the hop
Was out of sight
With a girl
Who treat you right

This is the long way down
Shes doing the long way down
The long way down
Come on boy do the long way down

I ain't talking bout no "twist"
That kind of dance gives me the fits
This ain't no "mess around"
Everybody's doing the long way down
Hank Love Aug 2019
The Lowly Star

Twas the midtime of Summer
And the mid time of night
Whilst the moon in beaming glory
Shone pale arrayed in place and light

Pondered I for a moments time
Marvelled in her shade
Her shadow against the roaring tide
The planets called to her slaves

There! When my faith was lost
Thro the heavens a cloud so low in the skies
Braced against her nature cold
A stranger to her lies.

Turned away from thee
O crescent moon that pleasant night
Away from thy glory far
Nearer to a dream I shall be
A time to claim my place twist the stars.
Hank Love Oct 2021
It isn't a bird
No it isn't a plane
It's a man falling
Out of the sky

Now haven't you heard
That man was in pain
Now he's calling for help
While he's wondering why


Yeah the man
Who could fly
Fell out of the sky today
We don't understand
And we all want to cry
Who's gonna save the man
Who always saved the day?


It seems he had some broken wings
We've all been there before
He can't soar through the air
And listen to birds as they sing

And no amount of kryptonite
Will get this man to his feet
Only love will save this man
From the hatred on the streets

Yeah the man
Who could fly
Fell out of the sky today
We don't understand
And we all want to cry
Who's gonna save the man
Who always saved the day?
Hank Love Feb 2019
The Man Within the Corpse

Seldom- Very, truly seldom and steadfast, Had the dreadful illnesses corrupted my senses. Proving it's very method to madness. Though my sinister health and very feeling of utter imagination left me accused. I witness to many of things which were not at the time, present, and heard Unspeakable things the shuddering truth which could only be heard from the grave. Though the world would fancy me mad I am in no such business to pertain to madness. I was a very methodical man. In life, I held order.  I had always been a man of great humour.  And had I savored every last second of this event.  As the depths of Hell held me in their clutches, it came down to Act Or Die logic. Ordinarily, I was a man who would bite his own tongue, raising my voice, rather than my own hand. I reserve to incline any to all ill mannered accounts of wrongfully accused rumour bet against the condition of my well being. In life and death I remained subject to such gruesome  and  selfish consequence. I hold no fancies of any form of the after life, for the things I ever so witnessed, in life, had truly proved a fate far more worse than Death. I will tell you how stealthily, how quickly, and wittingly I had planned the venture of the old mans passing. I was a man of vengeance and grave punishment. The old man, never bade me harm. Rather it was his dreaded illness, which was to be taken into account. The cancer was slowly feasting on his own being alive. Though I doubt if I could convince the world that the deed committed, was an act of sheer love, and was committed honorably and favorably. I loved My friend. It was not in life, that I knew so well of my friend, but in death. For now, he and I had something in common. No, the old man was not at fault, I think it was his deceitful  nephew! An indecent whelp! At every move he did make, would cause my blood to boil. A cold shiver down my spine, though I was never made aware of its existence. I was not Mad I was Patient! Tried and true. My passion held the late passing of his nephew. Though the old man's curiosity would prove fatal. Though once convinced, I was at the point of No Return. I would not leave the old man in his final hour. Though if you take me for mad, then I am not at fault. For madmen Have no sense! If I am Mad, how would I have carefully, methodically, and sensitively planned this on my own? HA! HA! I will rightfully take all credibility  for sheer wits and creativity which I had been true to the blade. The only matter at hand was when. Timing, and order is efficient. I had all of the time in the world. I would waste not another second and deprive demons of such lethal and treacherous conduct that which was rightfully theirs. By the grave I saw such casualties.  Otherworldly occurrences which failed to make their presence  known. As I sat, deep into that darkness waiting for anything remarkable to happen to break the dreadful silence! I could hear it! My senses sharpened and heart ever so beating with rhythm of the quickly  passing clock! The time had finally come to do what must be done long ago! The Great  Voices of Hell forbade me otherwise! Heaven held not its glory for me. Troubles came forth revealing its name to me in full. Through darkened swarms and high waters...I went there alone in no consolation to rid of the potential threat. Doubting my faith as it had been tried, by the hideous creature which was reality. My heart heavy and soul ever so stricken with grief. The stark horror presented itself along with the dark figure presented as death. I stood at his door for a matter of minutes in shuddering disbelief. Though I did not ensure nor  did I suppose any form of threat. For his limited vision was no match for my wits as I well hid them from the rest of the  world. Deep into the darkness, he there lurked a demand, as if he was begging to be well rid of. I had every intention of granting his wish. I gave a slight knock that August Night. Through the distant clap of thunder I heard the old mans  constant groaning and cries in the darkness. I gave a slight knock once more. Here I opened the door.
Hank Love May 2020
What mask is this
I'm not so sure
It once was mine
But that was before

Who is this man
Hes no friend of mine
His face looks so familiar
Another place another time

We all have something to hide
But it doesn't change
Who we are inside

We are the in between
Something no ones ever seen
We only reveal
What we can afford to lose
The masks we wear
Is the life we choose

They call him two faced
A hypocrite it's true
They say he would lie to your face
And say the sky is green
And that the grass is blue

They say he would stab you in the back
Even though he never threw a stone
Yeah you're friends might not care
But its better than being alone

We all have something to hide
But it doesn't change
Who we are inside

We are the in between
Something no ones ever seen
We only reveal
What we can afford to lose
The masks we wear
Is the life we choose
Hank Love Mar 2019
To the reader in a worthy note, now lying before me, alluding to an observation I made years ago, of the mechanism of English Literary culture. By the by, I cannot think, this precise form of allegory, though the reader himself acknowledges is not in accordance with originality, with which I hold precise and in tact. There are, however, some errors regarding the style and the art of literature, whereas constructing what makes a proper tale. Either literature, will provide a proper thesis-or the writer forces himself to work in accordance with the basis of his own justly narrative. Key points, in fact, as I know so well of, is first designing- generally to allow the reader to comprehend, yet not fully understand. Nevertheless a story is there not to understand, but only  to accept.
Hank Love Oct 16
Solemnly I write these words, well aware that they are not the ones that come to mind.
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