how many dreams have lost,their way, before they came to us? how many plans  were derailed, before getting back on track? how many good and fine thoughts inside, were choked by the slaying  hands of doubt, and this is not the right time, or I'm  to young or old?  now we must breathe new life  into old dreams plans hopes, and brush away the the cobwebs of doubt and fear, with determined  marching feet and heart, move on, victory awaits

story as old, as yesterday's news, but forever true, hardly even friends, than someone's spirit yields, suddenly , just a slight change, a  large split in the distrust wall, that will fall, neither heart yet prepared to receive, strangers when we meet. ever guarded the emotions, yet the same,never  as before, and struggling past doubt for sure, as the sun of touch will rise in us,story as old as yesterday's news,yet not old as time,tune  sweet like song,bittersweet,yet new,finding out that doubt can vanish, slipping past the right or wrong,feelings certain as the stars, story as old as yesterday's news,like song,bittersweet, yet strangers when we meet

on our farm,I made a  playhouse,out of old wooden grates, its a place to ponder about,the food  I haven't ate, when mama is in the kitchen,her meals  are light as a feather, but if there's nothing in the pantry to fix,how good a cook she is, really doesn't matter. preacher joe and his wife millie, are aware of our family's plight,they both prepare church cooked meals for all,who are hungrt in the town, so that their stomachs, don't growl in hunger, before they go to sleep at night,sometimes when I go to school, to get some learning, at home is an empty fridge  cup plate, have to put my head down, on the desk, because hungry keeps striking me  with crossed eyes like a coiled up snake, no one can see my hungry, but its always there, and I pray to the LORD above ,that the people in WASHINGTON who hold power over everybody's life, will open their eyes, and really help the voters, in the NATION,and stop pretending  they really care ,and causing food shortage strife

I am a being of light,passing along city streets day or night,careing  my truth and conviction within, passing many who don't know me,as yet, but in due time ,they will

your lips of white,for a soft moment ,touched mine of black,than getting up to depart,sent a tender gase my way through the window,as this thoughtful heart amid the crowd,silently yearned for us to touch and hold,much longer again.

i'm  a hungry child in Americia and all I  is dream of food, eating chips candy cookies,every chance that comes,surely doesn't help my mood,crying on mama's shoulder for a little more to eat,the small donuts that I saw in the supermarket  would be a great stomach treat,i'm hungry,i'm so hungry, hamburgers and fries steak withbrown gravy,are dancing before my eyes.mama loves me, I know that she really cares,but she eat noodles every meal before my birth ,so that's why I came out of her womb, impaired,hungry in America,the greatest country in the world,and there are so many others like myself ,out there,many hungry little boys and girls,hungry,will the nightmare ever really end ? so hungry ,waiting for the gridlock between the President and both houses in Washington to mend,can't they come together for my sake,and be friends,and not fool the Nation or me with their phony promises and lies just to get elected to office again,because,i'm hungry.

when the tempest of discontent rages against all other relationships I am content with thee,even though sometimes there has been great discord,but even the broken cracks when healed together again,have made me,you, stronger with greater resolve, to face the howling winds of time that would blow our long relationship off course, and  for this moment,I will keep on drying your tears ,sharing your smiles, soothing tenderly away the bad feelings,and fears