Trash along the curb line and on the streets
People walking around with growling bellies
From not enough to eat
Better not speak or look at anyone or their mean look
Or razor tongue will cut you down
Philadelphia is called the city of brotherly love
Here markers and monuments stand silent from all of those shot and
Killed honoring the young and old who have died
A fact that it's very clear and evident that more peace and human
Understanding should have been tried
I know for myself that in this big place
You cant make it on your very own
Because people in many large numbers find themselves lost and crying
All alone. I'm telling on philadelphia
Which is now my home

In the ghetto, time and grime,don't hold back, the years or the tears, scream out, in the night, nobody hears or cares, but, I'm still holding on, there are  fears, out here, nobody has  met yet, I'm still holding on,walking city streets,praying that, death,won;t get to me, sooner or later,I'm still holding on,strangled, by the secret wishes,inside, hoping the fake,dreams of smoke, entering the bodies, and noses, I see,don't **** off , the real dreams, of those, not on the pipe, *** being used, to sooth, away each tired,ache or lack, people, being used, to escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still holding on,watching  kids, doubledutch, on sidewalk cracks, lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting trash,stray dogs, I see dice thrown down, roller hoping to get lucky, and I'm still holding on

so very tired of dreaming the same old tired and mournful listless dreams since you've gone keep wondering just why this sadness won't let me be come back darling and make me glad I know  our time together wasn't all bad want you need you by my side when good need your hand to hold ,when not your words add fuel to my soul want you need you by my side when disappointment blinds the way please be a loving guide since fate married us clouds of gray have turned to blue since you left this man all there ever is  lots of aimless wondering to do don't let me have to show up for unhappiness roll call depending on your restored love to never cause this heart to fall  want you need you by my side when disappointment blinds the way please be a loving guide

i'm thinking about that old chapel in the valley attended so long ago .where sunday church bells would ring and my teenage baritone would sing sweet songs that memory used to know.left that little chapel in the valley for the city to be wild and free spent so much time in many dark ***** tonk bars and fast shinny cars like a fake movie star than a slow wicked change took over me.now i'm older and a little bit wiser seem to be running out of time like the prodical  son no longer find the the world much fun down on my knees crying out lord  help this man please welcome me back home.

look  what they done to my freedom ma,it was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away,chains on my neck,wrights and feet every day took the will inside,its enough to drive a grown man insane.look what they done to my freedomma,my silent tears water the dust mixed with red blood,crying from the inward pain. look what they done to my freedom ma, master in charge ***** both daughter and wife,cut my manhood away.all of me is hurting every day,my forbidden voice has no say.if I could just  rest on your ******* for a little while until the long night turns into the golden day.noose around this old life ma-so I can't go astray.look what they done to my freedom ma-done turned me into a slave,my freedom was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away,look what they done to my freedom ma

TEDDY PENDERGRAS joined HAROLD MELVIN AND THE BLUENOTES  as a drummer and back up singer but his outstanding baritone voice as the lead on  WAKE UP  EVERYBODY and IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME BY NOW caused him to remain in that position before going on to become a solo recording artist WHITNEY  ELIZABETH HOUSTON started singing lead parts in church her mother  CISSY HOUSTON was a back up singer with ELVIS PRESLEY as a solo performer would become known as THE VOICE and would produce and star in a number of movies along with putting out chart topping hits like THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL and SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU TOM JONES  a coal miner's son from WALES had a very successful AMERICAN variety show with ******* being thrown on stage ,in later years he would be knighted as sir TOM  at career peak TOM JONES sang WHAT"S NEW PUSSYCAT and IT"S NOT UNUSAL ENGELBERT sang AFTER THE LOVE IS GONE and I HAD THE LAST WALTZ WITH YOU and one of my favorite singers out of BROOKLYN BARBARA STREISAND belted clear even notes out of the park with the lovely song EVERGREEN  and DON"T RAIN ON MY PARADE well like DAFFY DUCK used to say back in the day THAT"S ALL FOLKS

they is a word that  is used only to scare those to whom it does not apply boo they say there's going to be a long hot summer coming early time for cops to don riot gear and carry clubs you know that it will be all year  they say some people just don't understand law with a side of order so you have to beat it into them boo boo boo that's what they tend to say I don't say and you don't say but that's what they say  very easy to play they say you don't need numbers or real thought or intelligence or a hood or bat or chain or any kind of base for consideration they just make it up and we blindly go along

on February 18,1688 the germans bravely protested against the condition of slavery a monument still stands to this day in commemoration of the landing of the german colonists and earlier on the monument's other side on October 1683 these same fearless colonists caused a rumble within that place for they strongly believed inside their hearts that all men were created equal and each deserved to be free.and i'm sure that with their own eyes they saw the ensnaring chains of slavery torn apart and quickly fade .the steady rain of torment ceased to fall anymore on black limbs .freedom's bright light pierced the darkness for the humble whose hearts with silent prayers sent up to HIM than freedom spread through out the land.but its mighty voice would not have been heard and known without helping german hands.

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

So many people gone,death  came, and took them. all away, but I keep holding on, because in time, and life, I want to stay, there are no more tears, as onward, this man goes, looking forward,to greet the coming years,before  moving on, so I keep holding on, won't sing no more sad , and mournful songs. got to keep holding on, through the mist of disappointment, you know, at every  funeral, I  wept  a lot of real, falling tears, and when no one, was looking on, at me, wrestled with each, new hidden fear, I keep  holding on, got a lot of living,yet to do, until each, and every single moment,left is gone, I keep holding on

Emptiness, loneliness, are like being, in the middle, of a great forest, far  removed from people, feeling, noise, houses, everything.  Yet old men fished in the running creek, children biked under the warm sun, or played tag, on the road, deer were seen, all the time, early mornings, fog kissed the ground, and the neighborhood, was bathed in quiet, on certain days , and times, rain falls, like holy water, those upon those hoping, for miracles,or some magic,to make everything better, or at least,bright and new

In the ghetto, time and grime,don't hold back, the years or the tears, scream out, in the night, nobody hears or cares, but, I'm still holding on, there are  fears, out here, nobody has  met yet, I'm still holding on,walking city streets,praying that, death,won;t get to me, sooner or later,I'm still holding on,strangled, by the secret wishes,inside, hoping the fake,dreams of smoke, entering the bodies, and noses, I see,don't **** off , the real dreams, of those, not on the pipe, *** being used, to sooth, away each tired,ache or lack, people, being used, to escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still holding on,watching  kids, doubledutch, on sidewalk cracks, lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting trash,stray dogs, I see dice thrown down, roller hoping to get lucky, and I'm still holding on

look what they done to my freedom,ma: it was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away.chains on my neck,wrights and feet,every day took the will inside ,its enough to drive a grown man insane.look what they done to my freedom,ma-my silent tears water the dust,mixed with red blood,crying from  the inward pain.look what they done to my freedom,ma-master in charge ***** both daughter and wife,cut my manhood away.all of me is hurting every day,my forbidden voice has no say.if i could just rest on your ******* for a little while until the long night turns into the golden day.got a noose around this old life,ma-so i can't go asrtay.look what they done to my freedom,ma-done turned me into a slave.my freedom was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away. look what they done to my freedom,ma.

your voice like fine cut diamonds punching through my privacy,silence is pushed back,senses leaning forward with anticipation waiting for more like a hungry diner in my five star restaurant.

Grandpa would fling seeds upon the  earth to make food come forth to feed our hunger's needs, walk with hands behind his back and head bowed in deep thought or maybe he was  looking for the time he lost. Grandpa Penny would go fishing by the local  muddy creek and sit there quietly  for hours in the stillness, no doubt, fishing  for memories  out of his life's rapidly flowing stream . And he would laugh  a laugh as clear and pure as  polished glass and slap  a knee with delight  as times  and days rolled past.  Memories softly flooded his mind, with veins on Bible-holding hands he would preach on Sunday mornings about the troubles of the world, its joys, the many souls yet unsaved, and about America being one vast link of connecting cities reaching  from NEW YORK to HOLLYWOOD and beyond. CD's playing electric winking  blues moaning and crying. American fusing slowly all of its dark sin, good times, the hell with tomorrow, into one giant mass of group loneliness. It made no difference if he walked down polluted city streets or through spring country fields of black eyed susans or beneath skies blue bright.

woke up this morning in the World that you created for me, with a grin.love and happiness are the moods that you keep me in.leaving your good loving I don't ever want to think about or even try,like  flowers pulled from native soil this old boy would die.need daily embraces and steady sweetness in my life to unfold ,plenty of love and hugs to warm me through when these nights are cold.i,m as happy as a bear in his favorite honey tree, now looking in the mirror I see a special me.your love is the wings of inspiration ,a platform to be free,a caring hand to hold on to ,and make a special me .in the courtroom of your love, I don't have to worry fret beg nor plead,knowing always that you desire to make a special me.

in my nursing home room within these carpeted halls,who do you see? probably a sharp tongued old woman with polident kept dentures, a white mane of unruly hair,thick ankles in short socks vein lined legs, a portly shaped body draped in   a cotton patterned nightgown covering a depends.pictures on the wall of old memories,with alife slowly heading to a closing chapter. but I see a young girl of twenty three holding the arm of a world war two soldier,standing with me before the altar exchanging vows.the hospital picture with my nursing first born son of six sons.a house  on holidays filled with bubbling laughter, and welcome toasts with a bountiful  food table. a granddaughter who finished at the top of her class ready to defend those falsely accused pro bono. a picture of myself before marriage dancing  a first ballet.i see your youth, you see my worn down old age. I hear you speak of far away vacations,that my body and limited funds cannot take. you see a world ripe with opportunies, I see bedbaths, a bag of  waste to change,family members rarely seen . you see the hands on the wall clock not spinning fast enough for check out and the party awaiting. now in these final moments I see what you can't see,angels  coming in bursts of bright light and golden wings, to bear me away from this painful suffering life.

IF you haven't my  read, my poetic  voice,for quite some time,its only because, on January 3rd, on a Germaintown street, I blacked out,fell  down ,and on the sidewalk hurt,my head,somebody passing by,called 911, when being put, into the ambulance on the way,to Chesthill Hospital,I was awake, long enough, to tell the ambulance driver my medical history, and who to call, each loved one,close to me,I  put in room,570A, propped up, in a bed,with bars on either side, that went up or down, and  as the Iv, dripped into,my right vein,while lying on,my back,I thank the Lord, that I was still, alive, and here,above, the ground,the cardiogist, thought, that I would need,a pacemaker,but on the treadmill, as I walked for seven full,minutes, even he,was amazed, and I'm  grateful ,that I came home,on JANUARY 6th,and now am writing, and sharing this very,poem, because I could,have been down, deep, on the other side,of life, in a newly dug fresh grave.

On Sunday mornings,she would clap her hands  and call on Jesus in Holy joy in church.But selfishness fueld her spirit,this nubile looking princess,who denied  within lust.Yet allowed the daugher of her youth to ride waves of fleshly passion in the bedroom and  moan  loudly next door.Soon,the call to Jesus within her grew faint and she rose up from prayerful knees ,went out into the world again.Casting aside the Savior for white wine and reggae music.And eat the stale apple  pie of indifference with a side order of meat and potatoes of sin.

Grand Daddy introduced me to country music, when I was a tiny little
Thing and later on, both of us would play our guitars side- by -side
And together folks would stop outside while passing by just to hear us Sing. Somehow I strayed away from country music, while growing up
Got into  pop music funk and blues, have to confess  and tell on myself
That's the truth,but I believe to this very day, even though I'm grown
Now , that country music is in my roots

will the real,stand up, and who will I see, there  are so many, split up parts, to my life, its almost like, living, a false identity, to my sisters, I'm the older ,smiling brother, to my brother, the one he remembers,singing and laughing and singing,  often working 12 hour shifts, unlike any other, and to mom , if she were still alive, I'd be, the first born,loving son, working to help, his siblings, grow up,, to my co-workers, I talk, but not a lot, but do my job, with everything , I've got, to the neighbors, they  probably think  me friendly,yet reserved, I gave a quick hello, and a quicker goodbye, to the vote seekers, my is a favorite friend, but they  never can help , the pain inside, that never ends, to my girlfriend, across town, woman who opens, passion's door, in the heat of discovery, deep down , life is so much more,will the real me, stand up, everybody wants, and needs, something, from me, a personal thing to be gained, waiting around, to steal your goods, or even your own name,, nothing left . to give. not even, my personal dreams, everything is moving, so fast, nothing  remains ,  the same, will the real me, stand up, either run away, or take a brave bow, will the real me, stand up, I need to know who,you are, now

You were velvet,I was  jeans,you sping water,i was gaterade.I was Dvds,you were Macy,s and all its magic.I was happy with something gotten from Sears.But i loved you then as i do now and will always.You were concert music,i was gospel pop.You were Candlelight dinners with place mats,i  was McDonald,s with a two for one coupon.You were Runway fashion and political talk,i was cars and quarter backs.And in spite of our differences,we shared  many sundowns,fought against love thiefs and shared mutual  pain.And i loved you then, as i do now,and will always.We were blessed with only a brief span of time and i remember convincing you that our  would live even though you had  serious doubts.Now like so many other broken hearted lovers,we've gone our separate ways.And maybe,i should have listened to caution's music playing inside my head as you did.But i've always been a stubborn fool ,now i wait here for the lonely years to embrace me and will say in spite of fate's final decree.That i lovrd you then, as i do now and will always.

I've been cursed by my enemies  talked about by my friends shunned by my lover  and still I rise. I've walked thru the land of promises down in the valley of the shadow of Death without hope or inspiration to ease the Deadly passage. And still i rise.My talent has been regressed My various gifts ignored I've played mind games with others ,while dancing to the music of time while endurance like withered muscles has drained  away.Leaving behind pieces of this man's life shattered by deceit. And still i rise. I've walked thru danger zones of Black and White indifference ,gone thru fields of American denial.Suffered times harder than unending spikes. And  still i rise.

your voice enters soft and female. precise words like fine cut diamonds punching through my privacy,clean but clear . silence is pushed back, senses leaning forward with anticipation waiting for more words to come like a hungry diner in a five star restaurant.

I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake-fish darting in clear blue waters fast moving silver circles into which poles of thought silently sink the river shares undercover secrets the room"s blackness unfolds as others reach between them points of light shine on pretend smiles of confusion deep voiced edge of tiredness surprises-fingers are unopened like the mind itself

let the free wind comb your dark hair, with an inquiring eye watch the nile flow slowly in your mind.than take my reaching hand and walk through the green swaying grass,let the warmth of the beating sun warm city skin.stare into the mirror of lasting truth and know beauty.know that Nations come forth from your *****,bravely face the hurricane of unchecked hate trial,for we will face these foes together under skies of unmoving blue.

my thoughts travel back to city nighs when fireflys lit the dark,under streams of summer moonlight,air seemed fresher and even crisp in those young man days,with quick strides I walked past houses of peoples who knew and didn't know,who I was,and care,heading toward a future that might shut out all the dreams long dreamed,yet to meet young womenwho would guide me through the garden of sweet delight,and deliver mail to my senses than awakening

the first back from kindergarten.  the first summer vacation.soft falling rain on new lovers.sweet smelling cut grass. flexing bare toes in the warm sun.christmas with the heart bursting with childish excitement in the adults.sweet taste of mister softee icecream in different flavors greeting the tummy.mama"s moist ,homemade gingerbread   filling the kitchen.cuddling your favorite love by the crackling fire.portraits of outside beauty designed by God,dancing in the mind..,intense feelings within ,waiting at the altar,for the bride ,hidden by afalse calm.special moments of life composed of waiting and waiting .Anticipating gifts like an impaitient jack-in- the -box.

the weight and height of sorrow wedded to grief, becomes often to much  alone to bear,yet these unwelcome guests follow us dressed in black,causing each to shut our eyes in pain,so that tears flow quietly down the face.locking all into the chamber of rememberance and regret.sometimes stealing the will to live or even survive.piles of memories are left behind like tasks undone, the day is past and gone, sunlight removed from the heart of time motion,one dares not think of beginning anew.

I am not captain kirk,but pilot my starship into ypur unknown territory,for my increased desire,longs to know you, by chapter and verse,explowering the yet to be known  responses,of that universe that dwells inside of you,but soon, this captain will be able to report, that the starship has landed, territory now known,and loved,showers of bright stars, have been observed and noted,with increased delight

I step outside taking a deep breath of shimmering heat pollution exhaust fueld by hot air escaping from age old trees that cradle night the open door of morning slams a closing  the house calls a goodbye footsteps slap city asphalt as cross streets draw near  pushing past a maze of houses silent as graves the opening mouth of the bus reaches out cutting off pouring thought crouded flesh with mixed attitude swallow space with indifferent looks time ticks on uncaring

Seems we have  an on and off love affair
One minute you love me and the next you don't care
I'm kind of sick and tired of this
We both know only to well that it will destroy our wedded bliss
Girl don't let it cause your feelings inside nap
Come over here and sit on my lap
Put up a white flap and let me hold you my dear
And show in demonstration how much I care
And let us stop right now
This on and off love affair

I know that our love for each other isn't perfect
But it's all we have to give and it's given without doubt or fear
Rest your troubled heart with me
Smell the fragrance of a warm tender love
Let it teach you that it came down from above
Woman release your doubts and fears
Don't you know that I'll be holding you up ,when everyone you
Depended on before are long gone, let me show you the way
To a better tomorrow, comforting and drying all tears
In the valley of sorrow,a caring friend to listen to your voice on the phone at night.I want to hold you up in the twilight years
And when you're down make it known that I'm near
Ease you on pass each nightmare and tear, you know woman
I'll always hold you up, you know that I will

the cows are in the meadow eating red jello,the horses are dancing the fox trot fish in the pond are wearing dark shades for they go to cool school.the bees are selling their honey from a road side stand wacky things are now happening on the farm and nothing is going as planned.the farmer and his wife who worked hard most of his life tore it down and built a condo.the crows are well known for imported cigars wine cheese the other farmers in the valley formed a coop and sell natural spring  water.baby walter and me discovered our talent to sing and cut an album after winning the grand prise  on America 's got talent and momma and daddy ended up being so proud of me.

In the ghetto, time and grime,don't hold back, the years or the tears, scream out, in the night, nobody hears or cares, but, I'm still holding on, there are  fears, out here, nobody has  met yet, I'm still holding on,walking city streets,praying that, death,won;t get to me, sooner or later,I'm still holding on,strangled, by the secret wishes,inside, hoping the fake,dreams of smoke, entering the bodies, and noses, I see,don't **** off , the real dreams, of those, not on the pipe, *** being used, to sooth, away each tired,ache or lack, people, being used, to escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still holding on,watching  kids, doubledutch, on sidewalk cracks, lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting trash,stray dogs, I see dice thrown down, roller hoping to get lucky, and I'm still holding on

let the free wind comb your dark hair with  the  inquiring eye  watch the  Nile flow slowly in the mind take my reaching hand and walk through the green swaying grass let the warmth of beating sun warm city skin stare into the mirror of standing truth and know beauty as Nations come forth from your ***** do not flee the hurricane of unchecked hate for we will face it together under skies of unmoving blue

I started loving you today running past serious doubts and entangling caution along the way throwing up in the air confetti of the someday list reaching out both my heart and hands for a love opportunity and chance that I dare not resist don't ever want to be a dreamchaser  having life silently slip on by never want to fade away in death with regret ending my final earthly goodbye yes I started loving you in every way on this last summer day

spread joy wherever you go give out a helping hand or even a smile to someone might not even know it makes one feel light as a feather, inspire another to keep it all together spread joy someone who is sad or even in deep despair is waiting its true, spread joy one just never knows knows what some human kindness can do

the darkness of hair eyes ,lips with red bloom with a heart both joyful and light,arms that bid me welcome from the day now past.candles glow softly on the dinner table,that waits our merriment,and comfortable sharing.tiredness smelts away in the stillness of greeting.i inhale your fresh perfumed essence,my soul now smiles in delight.

Make me feel like, I'm loved.  Make it seem like, I really matter.  Chase away the dark clouds of doubt, hiding inside, my head, gently serve a platter of warm laughter,to my soul.  Just don't hold out all the love, I am really after. Make me feel like, I'm loved. Please don't play peek-a -boo with my delicate emotions.  You know pretense is so very much hated. But in your case, I am happy as achild that I waited. Make me feel like, I'm loved. Let the waves flow like, an unchainedocean. Only thing that I know, I never want these feelings to go. these, good. I want to throw back my headand tell all naysayers," see, I told you so." Make me, feel, like, I'm loved.

According  to  her  nothing  he  does  is never  done  right,  trying  to please  that  woman both  day and night. Can  i  get  a  witness  from  out  there ?  The  President  just   passed  a   law  stealing  my   earned  pension  from  Capitol Hill, buying  less  food  from  now on  won't  give  me  a thrill. Can  i  get  a witness from out there? old folks will  suffer  does  the government  care? Guns and  knives  in the  streets  daily taking lives  will  our  neighbors,sons  and  beautiful  daughters  ever  survive? Can  i  get  a  witness from  out there? People lying  and  gambling  their  famlies and futures away serving  jail time of  regret  they must  pay.Can I get  a witness from  out there? Won't  somebody  some  love  or wise thoughts  share ?

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm  enslaved by chains of doubt ,you reach out a gentle loving hand to me ,suddenly its clear what love is really about.when fear with deadly hands slowly chokes life out of my dreams and I want to stay in bed with the covers over head,whatever   strength was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride.your love  recaptures  that escaped. when wide eyed unrest disturbs the  church of my familiar it seems to be if your not near and the music of time skips in an uneven beat.when your arms circle around this hungry wraist the touch is sunfire

the difference between man  and man white as paper white as shoe lace black as ink black as pocket  inside people are pinkish brown yellow red tan not much difference to see between man to man

Our time just ended and now I see , It was just all one big laughing joke
To everyone but me, funny how love can run smoothly than stop
I feel the whole world is laughing now , but not with me
I should throw my hands up and say goodbye to a rotten affair
My brain says just walk away,  but hidden in side my heart I still do care
You played such a leading part, than up and walked away
Left me broken and talking to myself as you made a clean getaway
You know it's difficult to rejoice at any time with a ripped out heart
And these are the feelings that I have to say
When sorrow in bad blood has written down your name
Hope that one day love will smile on you again
But as for me, every day will be just the lonely same

grasping hands of debt steal life borrower belongs to  the lender while the king sleeps innocently behind shades of smart profit can  you spare me a quarter or a miracle for wedding bells never ring on half broke horses taking last chances of glittering exchange  despair is assembled waiting with nagging dreams of placebo days

throw out the old thought think in the new goodbye to old me hello new day clearing paths not blazed love for life nurture whom you can rage against hate feed those who are cold up  down around love all in the human race warm and don"t disgrace with misfortune  and distaste try to keep  a brave face deep woods or outer space cherish and protest the human race

We were paired together that cloudy   brunch Sunday joined at the  eyes. We never planned on it  having fun was conveniet  and wanting to share a special moment was difficult to hide...Love is soft  but loud .It's not easy to trace it's steady movements  or mark its unseen course. Love is quicksilver and leaks out of us like air from a red ballon even under the tightest security of self under pressure our feelings crowd like tight shoes the wrong size but... Thoroughbred truth or unblemished sincerity  doesn't come along everyday Nor does the quality of a woman fit  so perfectly into the  life  and days of a man ...I confess were born and bred for that wonderful Sunday C.J...






I have dreams inside Yet to born hurts yet to be touched  love to be shared with someone still outside in the lonely world.







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spread joy wherever you go give a helping hand or a smile to some one you don't even know,inside it  makes one feel as light as a feather inspire another to keep it all together ,someone sad or without hope maybe deep in despair is waiting its true,spread joy peple just don,t know what some earthly kindness will do spread joy

come ,behold not my flaws or ocasionle sadness doubt impatience with others, even yourself,but see my blind eye to fear, that time will steal you away from me. know that the puzzle of living I have not  yet completely solved,nor understand ,I desire  your love help to ponder what yet might come.can we not face all the joys tears fears ,united in trust ,both strong together and apart,long before the final dying day.

IN the ghetto,time, and grime,don;t hold back, the years or tears, scream out, in the night,nobody hears,or cares, but,I 'm still holding on,there are fears,out  here, nobody, has met, yet, I keep on holding, on, walking city,streets, praying that, death, won't get , to me, sooner, or later, I keep holding on, strangled, by the secret,wishes, inside, hoping the fake,dreams,  of smoke, entering the bodies, I see, and each nose, don't **** off, the real dreams,  that the ones, not on the pipe, being sought, ***, being used, to sooth , the ache, lack away, people, being used, no escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still, holding on,  watching children, doubledouch, on sidewalk cracks,lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting garbage, stray dogs, dice thrown down, hoping to get lucky, and I keep holing on