A brighter day is coming soon for me
And I 'll  no longer have to pretend to be somebody else
Get a chance to be finally be free
You see the future is really determined by every one filling out each
Dream. You know that a man or woman can't be scared in any way
So it seems, in limiting the strong drive to immortality
You know pretending becomes a drug that slowly steals
Peace of mind , having taking to your self in a daze
It happens all the time

A brighter day I know is coming for me
And I will finally be myself and won't have to pretend any more
Be able to stand tall and walk free
You see your future is determined by being strong and helping your self
If you don't know just where you're going
How can you lead or direct somebody else?
A man achieve to much of anything if he's scared or keeps limiting
Himself.Pretending becomes a drug blinding you
So just can't see, it might take a lot of time uncovering
The real man or woman that be totally

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

A heart is a house for love
And I'm ready for you to move into mine
It's been awhile since there're been a love in my life worth talking about
But this love is fresh and new
Want to put on  on your left hand a wedding band
And every night look forward to coming home to you
Thank god that I'm not wasting my time
Need you only to be always mine
A heart is a house for love
And I'm ready for you to move into mine

America I protest against  ******* the ******* of your discontent  served on the soiled platter of racism your womb cradled me from birth and taught the lyrics MY COUNTRY TIS OF THEE SWEET LAND OF LIBERTYover you I've cried  place where in the CIVIL WAR and what war or fight is ever civil? my black forefathers all rejected men of color died on the soil of this country fighting what they thought at the time was a gallant war  at ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S behest and for the STARS AND STRIPES of THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA O MY COUNTRY your dark slave sons fought and died with honor  and yet even now 150 years later we are still in ******* to the new plantation in the ghetto called the bank mortgage company  hidden interest rates and there are city areas that for certain you dare not go while Black or the police stop and ask if your lost and show your ID and what is your business in the area the stand your ground law applies mainly to people of color and openly gives whites permission to gun down blacks and walk away free of any punishment are we free in this great land not yet and if you don't believe me think about how the cities and even the WHIE HOUSE say that we have a transparent government  and yet laws and public concerns are discussed behind closed chambers or doors and passed with secret vote  or voice vote without public inclusion and yet we pay taxes to be shut out or fed political lies by those whom we've elected to office to serve us and not their own pet projects and desires are we free yet,not yet.

RED WHITE BLUE THE colors of the flag flowing over the Nation one that stands for peace but surely defend in war we can defeat countries that we have entreated that have scorned global peace American guns of war and mighty power in due course tend to repeat .Americans stand out wherever they go voices rising with pride of their country so that every one will know. America the beautiful I pledge my love and dedication forever to you serving this great and free land as under the free flowing stars and stripes united we all stand I will love America the beautiful forever

Red white Blue the colors of the flag flowing over the Nation that stands for peace but surely defend in war we can countries that we have entreated that scorned global peace American guns of war and mighty power to in due course defeat Americans stand out wherever they go naturally proud of their country so that every one will know.America the beautiful I pledge my love and dedication forever to you serving this this great and free land as under the free flowing stars and stripes united we all stand .I will always love America the beautiful forever

for personal reasons of my own I  request that four of my most recent poems be removed from the  hello poetry ,take your shoes off ,I close my eyes thinking of you,willowdon,t weep for me, I won,t cry any more,all of the rest of my works will remain for all to enjoy.

Somewhere in the world there should be  for every eye to see,' a statute of a praying mother  of stone speaking to God about a wayward son who many sins has done and strayed away from Church all on his own .So build a stutute and build it high for every to see - a mother calling out to God, all because of me. And on her face , a silver tear should be placed from a broken heart inside-trying to reach a son who  the holy way has shunned who turned away from God in foolish pride.Inscribe the stutue and build it high for every eye to see.God answered a kneeling mother's prayers and  saved a wayward son Reached out and saved me.

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.

that SEPTEMBER SUNDAY morning I saw you and wasn't sure where you were running from destiny or to it and what dreams lie within desiring to be free and speak to the world not to be scorned or mocked will the future be  a bright sun in a radiant sky of hope or a twisted and broken  wish caged by despair

another lonely saturday night,nothing to do but wash my hair and do my nails, this apartment is starting to feel like a jail- if  if i had a loving hand to hold things would be alright and this would't be another lonely saturday night. thinking about walking the dog or taking in a movie, each moment that slips past on the clock gets right to me . i need to fall down on my knees , send up a sincere  prayer GOD's answer line is never busy,He's  always there. i'd like the heavenly  Father hear these words please, only your touch can make things right, after this  time  make my very soul divine there will never be another lonely saturday night

another lonely saturday night,nothing to do but wash my hair and do my nails, this apartment is starting to feel like a jail- if  if i had a loving hand to hold things would be alright and this would't be another lonely saturday night. thinking about walking the dog or taking in a movie, each moment that slips past on the clock gets right to me . i need to fall down on my knees , send up a sincere  prayer GOD's answer line is never busy,He's  always there. i'd like the heavenly  Father hear these words please, only your touch can make things right, after this  time  make my very soul divine there will never be another lonely saturday night

coming up autumn you were a loving playful tyke,just to lose your 12 year old life last year,to two brothers from the neighborhood who lied and stole your BMX bike.and if that wasn't enough for your DADDY and family to stand,i  remember the case unfolding on tv news and I  your  DADDY  recently kneeling on a football field next to your initials in a park that will be dedicated in your memory and tears came to my eyes ,and the daily news informed me about the anger in that town,which I can understand with you AUTUMN no longer around.a waitness at










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daybreak's voice is heard throughout the world as the earth turns with no permission from mankind.bird nests empty in morning  glow.the  sea is to active to rest. tracks form on wooded paths and flowers feast on dirt touched by falling rain.trees climb toward the sky clothed in leaves of many colors.

daybreak's voice is heard throughout the world as the earth turns with no ok from mankind.bird nests empty in morning glow.the sea is to active to rest.tracks form on wooded paths and flowers feast on dirt  touched by falling rain.trees climb toward the sky clothed in leafs of many colors

new sunrise let me be aware of your given gift let me be taught by you treasure you fully accept you before you leave me not rush by you in search of a more perfect tomorrow let me hold you while I can ,for you will leave me very soon one day I will go back into the womb of earth ,from which God brought me forth, or sleep upon the pillow of eternity until the trump sounds or lift up thankful hands to the sky ,and want no more to this world, to return again

Baby, please stay in my corner
To the very world I want  to confess my love so proud
Don't you know girl, that your chic presence presence by my side
Makes me inside want to cry out loud
Never want to let you ever down
Darling I love you, stay in my corner
Never want you  to be filled with an uncalled for deep sadness
If you go away it would be sheer madness
Girl, I know that this guy is not the perfect man and I'm being real
But ever hurting your feelings or breaking your heart
Is not even in my future plans
Yes, there'll be times , being human I know that I'll fail that's true
Need you kiss and  hold me and let our sweet love prevail
Please don't listen to the confusing words I sometimes say
Don't lock the door to your heart and chase this hurting one away
Baby, stay in my corner

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

Pleasure should be taken in small doses lest when departure comes the soul stops dancing by habit strive to live each moment waiting ahead with a resolve not to be a hero expected to carry the crushing burden of another's dreams take heart in your rejoicing- because the heart is made for making glories from agonies not for sadness passed into empty spaces believe in self deep enough not to fall into ruins build strength and hope from scratch exercise the body while the mind _body remain fat and careless while waiting for superman

Joseph's father loved him best as the child of his old age, and the dreams he told to the other family members,were the words of a sage,behold here comes the dreamer,his brothers all said, every time that joseph drew near,as the younger brother ,he  made each one tremble inside from fear, so  they plotted ******* him, and take away his many colored coat, but fate refused to let him die, and the story of it all, was rewrote,catch that dreamer, before he gets away, sharing dreams and inspiration, each and every day, behold here comes the dreamer, such  a mocking and smirking sound, but joseph foretold  in advance, that to him, they would sooner or later,bow down, behold here comes the dreamer, are they talking about me or you? behold here comes the dreamer , remember that  ABRAHAM LINCOLN was  a historic dreamer  and history maker too

I have turned my emotional face self away from the pain,and past loss that once engulfed me. today will be my fresh canvas on which to draw all the inspiration that will delight.swinging out into the future with new vision and fresh hope.so believe in the bright new future that will soon come true,believe in yourself daily this I told you to do.

Love can overtake your heart in the blink of an eye
And stop the tears plus sadness nobody to hold had you cry
With its perfume you will reek. No more lonely times to seek
I tell you that its passion is a promise that it will keep
Yes, love can steal away your heart in the blink of an eye
When it comes softly in your  life it will be a revelation
You'll want to stand right up and cheer giving your sweet one  a ovation
Love can overtake your heart in  the blink of an eye

Blues falling down on me with trouble big as raindrops but not all of the time, i'd be rich if they were nickles ,quarters, or even dimes. but i'll continue to look up and be guided by God's unseen hand. facing bravelt whatever comes my way with a trunk full of faith, while rolling on through this  great and beautiful land. i'm sure that you can understand, about the blues falling down on me, some times i just have to moan or sigh, pray the devil's hands off me while looking up to my father in the sky, who won't let me die and will do more than just help  His son get by.

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 ?

I'm sweeping the pieces of yesterdays dreams that crashed and fell at my door colors of blue red gold all now gone but yet to rise from the ashes like never before all thoughts and dreams born alive inside are my silent friends never open the door for trouble keep confusion away and in its place pray to fight the devil another day Lord help me find my way back to you

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.

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

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.

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.

the  difference between man,white as paper,brown coca,yellow,red,tan not much difference to see between man to man

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

his name was John Coltrane, and when his long fingers,touched tenor saxophone keys, his notes slapped jaded, sullen attitudes, about jazz, including my own, musical notes ,leaped, bent, twisted, soaredin the air, as he played ,with eyes closed, as if lost in,a personal dream, the saxophone moaned, cried. whispered, told the good news, on the mountaintop, Coltrane was in the house, rocking it, he did it,simply, yet, unlike any other,ever heard before ,that moment, gone now, in the shadows of time, but his music, remains, still gathers new followers attention,pointing ,an indignant finger of cool, at those, who wish, they knew,coltrane, before he left, the station

I lift my  arms high in praise to heaven having found you down here for my own.love has made me stronger and so much better I could never have faced each battle or won every victory on my own .so wear a purple ribbon as a sign of togatherness  in your hair my fair one and when sweet slumber comes as night desends  in that spirit of contentment know that i'll  always be faithfully there.

pete  called  me  and  said  that  he  wanted  to  talk  man  to   man  finally  battered  and    emontionally   wounded   he  said   his  girlfriend  was  gone  drained  and  tired  of  the   questionable  and  uncertain  path  the  relationship  had  taken  he  should've  realized  that  women,  like  men  need  emotional  nurturing   and  centering in  themselves- which  helps  them  to  grow  in   a   positive/sane  direction  i've  often  wondered  why  the  wrong  people  fall  in  love  and  become  a  pair... what  causes  cracks  in  the  foundation  of  love- some  warp  in  the chromosomes,some  flaw  in  the  genes, a thin  film of  paranoia   in  the  embryonic  sac ? is  it  the  stresses  of   modern  life  or  Mozart's  Requiem  of  the  full  moon   or no  moon? was  it  the  march  beyond   being   strangers,perhaps- that  destroyer  of  great  expectations? or  does  love  bring  forth  a   dormant  madness  that always  begins  on  a  day  that  other wise  seems  normal- beautiful even   fate  thubing its  nose  at the  future ? mutual  sharing  is  required  for  any  lasting  relationship  but  sharing is not  in  itself   what  i'm  talking  about   nor   is  relationship  i'm   talking  of   capacity  to  meet   and  be  met   in  the  soft  unkown  part  of  your being  such   meetings  from  time  to  time  are  the  essential   growing  points   in  any  live  relationship    can    hardly  be  used.  it  is  possible  i'm  sure  for  more  than  two  people  to  meet  at  the  same  time    the  modern  emphasis  on  relationships  between  only  two  people  can  degenerate   into   mere  exclusiveness  and  a  self-conscious  sharing  which  though  it  is,  may  become  an  infringement  of privacy,  or  an  abuse  of  intimacy. deliberate  sharing  is  sometimes  as  dangerous  as  sympathy  new  ideas  which  are  forming  in  the  depths  of  the  mind   can  actually  be  destroyed  or  crippled   by  being  shared  to  soon  it  is  like  dragging  a  baby  from  the  womb  before  it's  ready  to be  born  or  digging  up  a  tulip bulb  to  watch  the  sprouting  of  the  roots   respect  for  another  person's  privacy  is  as  important   as   sharing  thoughts   for  the  deepest  communication  will in  any case  take  place  in  moments  of  silence  every  time  i  think  its  one's  own  attitude, not  the relationship on  which  one  needs  to  work  its  a  fact   that  in  any  partnership  if  one  of  the  partners  becomes quite  clear  in  himself  what  it  is  that  the  situation  requires  the  chances  are  it  won't  even   be  necessary  to  voice  it   the  other  will   somehow pick  up  the  point  and  comply   with  no  words  said  internal  clarity  anywhere  seems  to  have  the  effect  of  an  invisible  guiding  force   which  can  be  trusted  to  affect  not  only  personal  relationships  but   other  situtions  for  the  person  who  has achieved  inner  clarity   new paths  appear  and  doors  open  without  the  need  to knock

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

Cradle me in the softness of your arms
Let our love be the tender shelter from the world's harm
For its in you that I place my sacred trust
As the future awaits before us
Please allow me to say
Cradle me in the softness of your arms

When death softly comes  to close my dark and seeing eyes,don't  cry silent tears or whisper a sigh  while living here on earth i took a righteous stand as my child i want you to remember me and say..'' Daddy was a Jesus MAN" my fate was always in God's worthy hands and living  right now  i do  the best a righteous man can, let my tombstone for everybody read:DADDY WAS A JESUS MAN" seen so happy times and sometimes earthly woe people wondering where did my money and youth go. listen people to my words while you can just remember me and say"DADDY WAS A JESUS MAN"

Come take my hand and risk romance fill up my life with flowers of love and let your sweet presence  filland delight  i've got to know if these overwhelming feelings within are real noneed to keep on questioning me each day about what i feel.dance sister dance,come take a chance   in tune with me  and build romance,dance sister,dance.

hate hides behind the calm surface ready to fly the soul and limbs in death oil bit by bit  than scurry off later some sleep in the sullen night lives tightly wrapped containers of deceit black life will never inherit approach truth  tries to rise beyond the harsh winds but is drowned in redneck wine floating down the empty throat

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

The youth  sleeps privately in the old man's heart.The restless fever burned out by wrinkled age.Glad music of happy years past ,echo in the lonely hallway of his mind.  And though eyes are full of life , the journey will soon end and the final trip begin.

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.

pieces of folded paper cover the holes in my shoes. my bills are past due which is nothing new . i walk past the restarant where people are eating and my stomach sends  out a reminder that its time to eat. walking  on tired and weary feet. but never will i boo who , my faith that things will change  will never be displaced,God will help me win the race the sweet nector of Victory my lips will always  taste.

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.

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

YOUR love,came as a promise,but turned into a keeper,eventually allowingyou,to explore with yielded permission, the territory of my responses,that was so long ago, and like all loves ,in this life,the new turned into the old, sweet like aged wine or cheese,each moment of time, I long to keep, my passion, desire, stirred fresh,and to have and hold,this present love forever

the two men had known each other since childhood,and  had remained friends ever since.with exporing eyes they had seen eagles sosat in ITALY,oats sail in GREECE the moving hour hands of BIG BEN in LONDON, happy  laughing children in PARIS, and in all of these wonderful places  they could  speak and clearly understand  seven languages.they had become WORLD travelers.having traveled by boat plane horseback   camel taxi foot. than one day,each traveler had discovered that different ailments had come upon the other. one had weak legs and could"nt  walk  without a wheelchair.the other traveler's had gone blind.so they sat down togethjer to discuss that grave matter and come up with a plan to continute  enjoying more exciting travel adventures.this is what was agreed on by both.the crippled wheel chair bound traveler promised to be the eyes for seeing.the blind traveler promised to use his strong legs and healthy body to push his wheel chair friend wherever they decided to journey in the future.

I keep,battling, myself, but, am, slowing, drifting, away, was, clean, and sober, of drugs, for, twenty- six years, but, the, needle, in, my left, arm, while, lying, on, the bathroom,floor, drove, lasting, life, away, won, an Oscar, for, portraying, famed, author, TRUMAN CAPOTE, who, wrote, IN COLD BLOOD,sadly, I won't, be, picking, up, my ,young, children, today, felt, really, comfortable,on , the, movie set, or Broadway stage,had, so many, roles,left, for, the audience, to see, years ago, when, drugs, ruled, and called, out, my name, day or night,I  ingested, whatever, was,near,but, now, as my eyes, flicker, on life, for, the very, last time, dying here, wish, there, was, more, control, and resolve, I had, seems, the final, bow, always, says, goodbye

flickering moments spent in your presence,are not enough and I find myself greedy formore,when all others would attack with scorning tongues, your love serves as a first line of defense,how could I ever be cold when your love warms me so.